You soon realize that the peak you've climbed was one of the lowest, that the mountain was part of a chain of mountains, that there are still so many, so many mountains to climb. . . And the more you climb, the more you want to climb - even though you're dead tired.
For a film I shot on the most difficult mountain on God's wide earth in Patagonia for a sequence where there was high probability some digital effects were needed, somebody made storyboards and I quickly ignored them, after half an hour I ignored them and I never used any digital effect.
Despite all I have seen and experiences, I still get the same thrill out of glimpsing a tiny patch of snow in a high mountain gully and feel the same urge to climb toward it.
I've realized that aging is the younger cousin of dying. . . . How much time do I have left? We become aware that we're on the downside of the mountain, coasting toward our final days.
God is light, we are told, and Hell is outer darkness. But look at a desert mountain stripped bare by the sun, and you learn only geography. Watch darkness claim it, and for a moment you may grasp why God had to create Satan—or man to create both.
Be the same still mountain self and mountain peace no matter what the external conditions.
Bald as the bare mountain tops are bald, with a baldness full of grandeur.
Censure is like the lightning which strikes the highest mountains.
The line that connects the bombing of civilian populations to the mountain removed by strip mining. . . to the tortured prisoner seems to run pretty straight. We're living, it seems, in the culmination of a long warfare - warfare against human beings, other creatures and the Earth itself.
The heights charm us, but the steps do not; with the mountain in our view we love to walk the plains.
Only the mountain has lived long enough to listen objectively to the howl of the wolf.
As age comes on, one source of enjoyment after another is closed, but Nature's sources never fail. Like a generous host, she offers her brimming cups in endless variety, served in a grand hall, the sky its ceiling, the mountains its walls, decorated with glorious paintings and enlivened with bands of music ever playing.
I liked the South-West straightaway - the beautiful scenery, the way the mountains slope down to the sea. And the wildness of it all.
Hosting the Emmys is a challenge for me. I guess it's the equivalent of someone who needs to climb a mountain or jump out of a plane. It's that kind of thing, where this could go terribly wrong. And I love the feeling of when it goes right.
There's a world out there, and you've got to look at both sides of the mountain in your lifetime.
The Fujiyama of Architecture?at once a lofty mountain and a national shrine.
It is possible that Mount Olympus may have supplied the poets with the hint for saying that Jupiter obtained the kingdom of heaven, because Olympus is the common name both of the mountain and of heaven.
I knew I was crazy because I was watching Jesus Christ Superstar and the part where Jesus carries the cross up the mountain, I actually said to myself, "Wow! That must be a really good workout! Yeah, because you're doing arms and cardio!"
I'm in New Mexico making a movie called "Granite Mountain. " I'm playing the head of the organization called Statesman, which is the United States version of Kingsman. I'm like how Michael Caine was in the original.
Do not doubt that mountains walk simply because they may not appear to walk like humans.