A man on top of the mountain didn’t just fall there.

Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep; Her march is o’er the mountain waves, Her home is on the deep

What appears to be definite and precise does not belong to any acceptable reality. It is only the experiences, the queer previsions, the fleeting premonitions, that are real. Vague and insubstantial though they may appear to be, compared with anything else in the mists and shifting lights of Time theory, they loom up like mountains of iron ore.

The highest intellects, like the tops of mountains, are the first to catch and to reflect the dawn

What are men to rocks and mountains?

Nepal is a beautiful country with a lot of holy places. I also like the country because it’s close to the Himalayas. According to Hindu mythology, that’s the abode of Lord Shiva.

In battle, in forest, at the precipice in the mountains
On the dark great sea, in the midst of javelins and arrows,
In sleep, in confusion, in the depths of shame,
The good deeds a man has done before defend him.

Ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and freighted with the memories and the dreams of Time.

Curiosity ran unchecked through him, like the wind outside through the deserted streets, along the canal, around the little wooden houses, everywhere, as far as the mountain.

The flesh was falling from the bones of those I loved, and all the mountain flowers were crushed and broken.

Life is . . . a stream flowing from high mountain ranges which wring it from the clouds, coursing down through all the manifold ways in which the water comes down at Lodore to the sea of eternity. Adolescence is the chief rapids in this river of life which may cut a deep canyon and leave its shores a desert.

You’re at the bottom of the mountain. May you climb up without suffering.

The tree on the mountain takes whatever the weather brings. If it has any choice at all, it is in putting down roots as deeply as possible

Only if you have been in the deepest valley, can you ever know how magnificent it is to be on the highest mountain.

We seldom get into trouble when we speak softly. It is only when we raise our voices that the sparks fly and tiny molehills become great mountains of contention.

The man who moves a mountain begins by carrying away small stones.

You can’t move mountains by whispering at them.

It is done. Once again the Fire has penetrated the earth, not with the sudden crash of thunderbolt, riving the mountain tops: does the Master break down doors to enter His own home? Without earthquake, or thunderclap: the flame has lit up the whole world from within.

Take it from a guy: If you’re in love with somebody, you will swim the stream, you will climb the mountain, you will slay the dragon. You’re going to get to her somehow, some way.

Like so many brilliant people, he believes that ideas move mountains. But bulldozers move mountains; ideas show where the bulldozers should go to work.

They wrongly believe that good intentions move mountains. Bulldozers move mountains. But there are exceptions.

Tell your story: yes, tell your story! Give your example. Tell everyone that it’s possible, and other people will then have the courage to face their own mountains.

This mountain is so formed that it is always wearisome when one begins the ascent, but becomes easier the higher one climbs.

The mountain goddess if she is still there  Will marvel at a world so changed.

You have two choices: You can come down from the mountain and spend the rest of your days thinking it was so beautiful there, or you can create a vision, look upward, see the next mountain, and start the climb all over again.

Education is the way to move mountains, to build bridges, to change the world. Education is the path to the future. I believe that education is indeed freedom.

Most people are willing to take the Sermon on the Mount as a flag to sail under, but few will use it as a rudder by which to steer.

Mountaintops are for views and inspiration, but fruit is grown in the valleys.

If only we can give them faith that mountains can be moved, they will accept the illusion that mountains are moveable, and thus an illusion may become reality.

It isn’t the mountains ahead that wear you down. It’s the pebble in your shoe.

We might say that the earth has a spirit of growth; that its flesh is the soil, its bones the arrangement and connection of the rocks of which the mountains are composed, its cartilage the tufa, and its blood the springs of water.