I used to climb mountains a lot; I decided to go to Pakistan to climb K2, the world's second-highest mountain. I didn't get quite to the top.
I am well again, I came to life in the cool winds and crystal waters of the mountains.
Faith can move mountains; true: mountains of stupidity.
Clearly I know, the mind is mountains, rivers, and the great earth; sun, moon, and stars.
The thought of death sits easy on the man Who has been born and dies among the mountains.
I went to live in Barcelona in 1975, when I was twenty. Even before I went there, I knew more about the Spanish Civil War than I did about the Irish Civil War. I liked Barcelona, and then I grew to like a place in the Catalan Pyrenees called the Pillars, especially an area between the village of Flavors and the high mountains around it.
Lightning strikes the tops of the mountains.
In the high mountains and desert beings can affect you. Most aren't malicious, but some will lure you to your death.
Men and women, empires and cities, thrones, principalities, and powers, mountains, rivers, and unfathomed seas, worlds, spaces, and universes, all have their day, and all must go.
If I have someone who believes in me, I can move mountains.
My idea was that the role of the special forces were to train Vietnamese to behave as guerrillas, harassing the supply lines down through the mountains of the, ah, the Viet Cong. And the special American special forces were to train their special forces to do that.
The mountains are fountains not only of rivers and fertile soil, but of men.
for Christ's sake, were the mountains blue, then chuck on some blue and don't go telling me that it was a blue a bit like this or like that, it was blue wasn't it? Good - make them blue and that's enough!
Do not view mountains from the scale of human thought.
Anyone who has chanced like me to roam through desolate mountains and studied at length their fantastic shapes and drunk the invigorating air of their valleys can understand why I wish to describe and depict these magic scenes for others.
The mountains paralleled the valley and the snowy peaks were extending with fall to the valley floor.
Peter Lucas and I live in Durham but spend a great of time in North Wales, where we have a cottage in the mountains, and in Vermont, USA, with my sister - who is a children's writer married to a poet.
Meditation and prayer are my secret weapons, and when I use them, I can move mountains.
Love and gratitude can part seas. . . It can move mountains and it can create miracles. The power of love and gratitude will dissolve all negativity in our lives no matter what the form has taken.
The world is empty - all of the people and places, the earth, the seas, mountains, deserts, forests and cities, and the beings that inhabit them, are unchangeable.