Quotes About Mountain

I am not a gentle shepherd like the ones in fairy tales, but a good woodsman who shares with you earth, wind, and moutain thorns.

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A medida que el viejo funicular ascendía lentamente la pendiente vertiginosa, Edmond Kirsch contemplaba la cumbre irregular de la montaña.

This complex should be a living museum. It should be a vibrant symbol of tolerance, where schoolchildren can gather inside a mountain to learn about the horrors of tyranny and the cruelties of oppression, such that they will never be complacent.

The Ilyushkin 72 ascended through the kingdom of clouds like a steel dragon, powerful and proud. It roared up and away from the snowy private airstrip, leaving in its wake the black ribbon dividing the alpine snowfields of a classified mountain installation.

I dream of being alone on top of a mountain, surveying the land around me, greens and yellows--and the sun directly above, pressing my shadow into a tight ball around my legs. As the sun drops into the afternoon sky, the shadow undrapes itself and stretches out toward the horizon, long and thin, and far behind me...

The grandest mountain prospect that the eye can range over is appointed to annihilation. The smallest human interest that the pure heart can feel is appointed to immortality.

The mountain-path of Action is no longer a path for me; my future hope pauses with my present happiness in the shadowed valley of Repose.

Once more, amid the breeze, the shouting, the slanting sunlight on the high mountain, was shed that glamour, that strange invisible light of friendship, adventure and content.

I'm going up the mountain." The words came from Jack viciously, as though they were a curse.

the ancient mountain kingdom of Abyssinia.

Bir insan?n kaderi, da?daki patika gibidir: bazen ç?kar, bazen iner, bazen de dibi görünmeyen bir uçurumun ba??na gelip durur.Insan tek ba??na böyle bir yolda ilerleyemez ama birle?enler, birbirine omuz verenler her engeli a?arlar.

Ng??i ?àn bà thông thái ?y h?n là gi? ?ây ?ang nh? l?i tu?i xuân c?a mình, cái tu?i xuân mà, nh? l?i hát trong các bài dân ca c?a chúng tôi, d?u có ??ng trên ??nh núi cao nh?t c?ng không sao g?i th?u

Now I think I know why gods Are so partial to heights--to mountain Tops and spires, to proud iroko trees And thorn-guarded holy bombax, Why petty household divinities Will sooner perch on a rude board Strung precariously from brittle rafters Of a thatched roof than sit squarely On safe earth.

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It was pouring earlier, great sheets of rain, and now the clouds outside the window are crystal tipped, like mountain peaks in the sky, rays emanating downward like an illustration in a children's bible.

The birds have vanished into the sky, And now the last cloud fades away. We sit together, the mountain and I, until only the mountain remains. LI PO

As nighttime turned into dawn, the mountain seemed to travel down the street. It advanced on tiptoe, fully prepared to be shooed away. Lucy understood the mountain's wish to listen at the window of a den of gamblers and be warmed by all that free-floating hope and desolation. Her wish for the mountain was that it would one day shrink to a pebble, crash in through the glass, and roll into a corner to happily absorb tavern life as long as the place stayed standing.

Insofar as a purely transient construction of flesh and blood can remember (or foretell) what it is to be stone, Lucy understood the mountain's wish to listen at the window of a den of gamblers and be warmed by all that free-floating hope and desolation.

I am the far-seen mountain Before thee towering high, Where, peak beyond peak reaching, Rise others such as I. Our dark-blue robes at twilight We draw about our forms; Ours is the boundless quiet That dwells above the storms.

He was an old, old man, venerable as a mountain, and with much snow on top.

The only time we can attract a crowd is for some pilgrimage up some god-damned holy mountain to chase the snakes and banshees out of the country.

It seemed to him that he was walking along the highest mountain-ridge, which was narrow like the blade of a knife, and on one side he saw Life, on the other side—Death,—like two sparkling, deep, beautiful seas, blending in one boundless, broad surface at the horizon.

If Muhammad weren't standing lonely vigil on the mountain, you might say that there was no sign of anything unusual about him.