The only Zen you can find on the tops of mountains is the Zen you bring up there.
I'm part wood nymph. I require mountains and warm, dense patches of moss to thrive.
Growing up, I learned that if you are passionate about something, that you can move mountains. Passion is more precious than gold, and it's a currency that everyone craves. It's something that's hard to fake, and when it's real, everyone wants to be on that train. It's about giving people something that they can believe.
Mountains are the beginning and the end of all natural scenery.
A trail through the mountains, if used, becomes a path in a short time, but, if unused, becomes blocked by grass in an equally short time.
In the presence of eternity, the mountains are as transient as the clouds.
The man who removes a mountain begins by carrying away small stones....
Mountains are earth's undecaying monuments.
The mountains are great stone bells; they clang together like nuns. Who shushed the stars? There are a thousand million galaxies easily seen in the Palomar reflector; collisions between and among them do, of course, occur. But these collisions are very long and silent slides. Billions of stars sift amont each other untouched, too distant even to be moved, heedless as always, hushed. The sea pronounces something, over and over, in a hoarse whisper; I cannot quite make it out. But God knows I have tried.
I've had the highest mountains. I've had the deepest rivers, you can have it all, but now, keep moving.
Every mountain top is within reach if you just keep climbing.
Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out going to the mountains is going home; that wilderness is a necessity...
Those who travel to mountain-tops are half in love with themselves, and half in love with oblivion.
And if these mountains had eyes, they would wake to find two strangers in their fences, standing in admiration as a breathing red pours its tinge upon earth's shore. These mountains, which have seen untold sunrises, long to thunder praise but stand reverent, silent so that man's weak praise should be given God's attention.
Adieu to disappointment and spleen. What are men to rocks and mountains?
You don't need to climb a mountain to know that it's high.
What are men to rocks and mountains?
In the mountains, the shortest way is from peak to peak: but for that you must have long legs
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