Quotes About Valley

M'accorsi allora che tutto era cambiato. Canelli mi piaceva per se stessa, come la valle e le colline e le rive che ci sbucavano. Mi piaceva perché qui tutto finiva, perch'era l'ultimo paese dove le stagioni non gli anni s'avvicendano.

Most illogical, inconsequential, and light-headed this. But travelers in the valley of the shadow of death are apt to be light-headed. And worn out old people of low estate have a trick of reasoning as indifferently as they live ...

I know a valley in the summer hills, Haunted by little winds and daffodils; Faint footfalls and soft shadows pass at noon; Noiseless, at night, the clouds assemble there; And ghostly summits hang below the moon— Dim visions lightly swung in silent air.

There is always a sneer in Las Vegas. The mountains around it sneer. The desert sneers. And arrogant in the middle of its wide valley, dominating those diligent sprawling suburbs, the downtown city sneers like anything.

I am told that in the heart of a vast, bowl-shaped valley deep inside the High Pamir where the sheep and the goats spend their summers grazing by the hundreds as far as the eye can see, there is a cold blue stream that meanders through emerald meadows until it spills into a small lake that carries the color of the sky and that the surface of this lake and the surrounding grasslands shiver in unison beneath the movement of a wind that never stops blowing.

Jesus Christ is a lily of the valley, Song of Solomon 2:1, not of the mountains.

EVERYONE AT YAMPA VALLEY

His decision had been made in the valley, and it lay as an iron warp in his mind. He could have turned back no more easily than he could have killed himself.

They all looked very much like the residents of any small valley to which you've never been.

I should like to be a periwinkle, said he, mysteriously, on the top of a valley, and sing tooralloo-ralloo. This was clearly too obscure, so I turned again to Coglan.

Because so many times what keeps us in that valley of depression, what keeps us in that valley of frustration, is our response to a moment and not recognizing that it is exactly that. It's a moment. It's one scene of your movie. And what makes a great movie are scenes that are put together of great conflict.

photographs from the archives once: the ancient Palestinian villas on the rim of the valley. They were among the most beautiful houses Rami had ever seen. The Ottoman life. The Mandate life. The Jordanian life.

The worst part was that the Brit's reportage was just spleen-filled editorializing on the lack of ethics in the valley's board-rooms (a favorite subject of hers, which no doubt accounted for his fellow-feeling), and it was also the crux of Kettlewell's schtick. The spectacle of an exec who talked ethics enraged Rat-Toothed more than the vilest baby-killers. He was the kind of revolutionary who liked his firing squads arranged in a circle.

Venture capital, a realm that had just begun in Silicon Valley with Arthur Rock's financing of Intel

I am an ignorant pilgrim, crossing a dark valley. And yet for a long time, looking back, I have been unable to shake off the feeling that I have been led—make of that what you will.

He knew nothing about Texas trailer law but he suspected that there was no really effective way of removing a person from a trailer in the Rio Grande Valley without the use of firearms or tear gas.

E quando amanhece, não é o dia que nasce no horizonte, é a noite que se recolhe no fundo do vale

And when the spring breezes blow up the valley; when the spring sun shines on last year's withered grass on the river banks; and on the lake; and on the lake's two white swans; and coaxes the new grass out of the spongy soil in the marshes - who could believe on such a day that this peaceful, grassy valley brooded over the story of our past; and over its spectres?

The author of the Twenty-third Psalm makes a similar point. When all is going smoothly in his life, surrounded by green pastures and still waters, the psalmist talks about God, referring to God as He. But when he finds himself for the first time in the valley of the shadow of death and discovers that God has not abandoned him, only then does he say for the first time, "for Thou art with me.

The lake was a shield of beaten brass flung down in the valley under a full sun.

It was a morning when all nature shouted Fore! The breeze, as it blew gently up from the valley, seemed to bring a message of hope and cheer, whispering of chip-shots holed and brassies landing squarely on the meat. The fairway, as yet unscarred by the irons of a hundred dubs, smiled greenly up at the azure sky; and the sun, peeping above the trees, looked like a giant golf-ball perfectly lofted by the mashie of some unseen god and about to drop dead by the pin of the eighteenth.

Life was never meant to be a struggle, just a gentle progression from one point to another, much like walking through a valley on a sunny day. — Stuart Wilde

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.

No people, ancient or modern," said Max Müller, "has given women so high a legal status as did the inhabitants of the Nile Valley."97