Mountains
In the presence of eternity, the mountains are as transient as the clouds.
Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.
It isn't the mountains ahead to climb that wear you out; it's the pebble in your shoe.
Mountains are earth's undecaying monuments.
A man's country is not a certain area of land, of mountains, rivers, and woods, but it is a principle and patriotism is loyalty to that principle.
For a short time we lived quietly. But this could not last. White men had found gold in the mountains around the land of winding water.
Patience and Diligence, like faith, remove mountains.
How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.
Men go abroad to wonder at the heights of mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motions of the stars, and they pass by themselves without wondering.
There are times you can't really see or even feel how sweet life can be. Hopefully its mountains will be higher than its valleys are deep. I know things that are broken can be fixed. Take the punch if you have to, hit the canvas and then get up again. Life is worth it.
Study how water flows in a valley stream, smoothly and freely between the rocks. Also learn from holy books and wise people. Everything — even mountains, rivers, plants and trees — should be your teacher.
But I think there's something wonderful and extraordinary about climbing on your own and just that kind of relationship to the environment. I'm very addicted to the mountains. You know, so, I do like that solitude.
That's been one of my mantras — focus and simplicity. Simple can be harder than complex: You have to work hard to get your thinking clean to make it simple. But it's worth it in the end because once you get there, you can move mountains.
Mountains are the beginning and the end of all natural scenery.
May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.
One of my earliest memories is walking up a muddy road into the mountains. It was raining. Behind me, my village was burning. When there was school, it was under a tree. Then the United Nations came. They fed me, my family, my community.
The mountains are calling and I must go.
Great things are done when men and mountains meet.
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