Hills Quotes
I've always liked hills. I see a challenge, a goal, and I feel instantly galvanized to achieve that goal.
O Twilight! Spirit that dost render birth To dim enchantments; melting heaven with earth, Leaving on craggy hills and running streams A softness like the atmosphere of dreams.
The storm had now definitely abated, and what thunder there was now grumbled over more distant hills, like a man saying 'And another thing...' twenty minutes after admitting he'd lost the argument.
At the moment they vanished they were everywhere, the cool benediction of the night descended, the stars sparkled, and the whole universe was a hill.
Writing is a strong easement for perplexity. My life is a map, spread out with all the rivers and hills showing.
I don't know of any other city where you can walk through so many culturally diverse neighborhoods, and you're never out of sight of the wild hills. Nature is very close here.
West of Arkham the hills rise wild, and there are valleys with deep woods that no axe has ever cut.
One Tree Hill was a great learning opportunity for me, and Im excited to go and apply that elsewhere and see where I end up.
I can remember crying on the set of Beverly Hills 90210 after being released from the show a few years ago
Old elephants limp off to the hills to die; old Americans go out to the highway and drive themselves to death with huge cars.
I hike a lot. The view and the air up in the hills are much greater than the hustle and bustle of the city. It makes it all look so silly and small.
If you're laboring up a steep hill, imagine that a towrope is attached to the center of your chest, pulling you steadily toward the top.
I can only think of one wacky best friend who I thought was awesome: Rhys Ifans in 'Notting Hill.' He really nailed the wacky best friend.
But let the good old corn adorn The hills our fathers trod; Still let us, for his golden corn, Send up our thanks to God!
The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder light than waning moon.
His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast Of some great ammiral were but a wand, He walk'd with to support uneasy steps Over the burning marle.
I learned how to skate, I couldn't do the tricks, but I could certainly skate fast enough. I could keep up with anybody and I could bomb hills and I could hide behind my camera.
I never run hills. My quads are already big enough. I don't run to build muscle; I do it for cardio.
A thousand hills, but no birds in flight, Ten thousand paths, with no person's tracks. A lonely boat, a straw-hatted old man, Fishing alone in the cold river snow.
Nowhere in this country, from sea to sea, does nature comfort us with such assurance of plenty, such rich and tranquil beauty as in those unsung, unpainted hills of Pennsylvania.
There is a hill beside the silver Thames, Shady with birch and beech and odorous pine; And brilliant underfoot with thousand gems, Steeply the thickets to his floods decline.
Coming, as I do, from mountain folk on one side and sea followers on the other, there are few old songs of the hills or the sea with which I am not familiar.
One pretty woman means fun at the dance. Two pretty women means trouble in the house. Three pretty women means run at the hills.
I feel like Jonah Hill would be a good selfie, or Jennifer Lawrence. They'd be really good ones...Historic.
My first years were spent living just as my forefathers had lived - roaming the green, rolling hills of what are now the states of South Dakota and Nebraska.
For every $5 that Boston's economy sends up to Beacon Hill, the state gives only $1 back to us.
I'm one of these guys that just spoils the environment. I like ATVs and snowmobiles. I have a motorcycle up there, and I like cruising through the hills.
However exquisite the contours or the colours of clouds, trees, rivers or hills, may be in themselves, they must be sacrificed if they do not conform with the general plan.
The silence that is in the starry sky, / The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
We live in the country. I'm a redneck. No, ha-ha. I live in L.A. County, but more in the hills. Not in the fancy kind! Trust me; whatever you do you do not want to come to my neighborhood!
I have thought that wild flowers might be the alphabet of angels, — whereby they write on hills and fields mysterious truths, which it is not given our fallen nature to understand.
I did some commercials and a couple of B movies, then a few pilots that didn't go anywhere. Eventually I did the pilot for Beverly Hills, 90210. The rest is history.
The cheerful Sabbath bells, wherever heard, Strike pleasant on the sense, most like the voice Of one, who from the far-off hills proclaims Tidings of good to Zion.
All the hills and vales along Earth is bursting into song, And the singers are the chaps Who are going to die perhaps.
You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog as large as myself.
If you ever meet anyone who tells you his or her religion can offer all the answers, run for the hills. Or at least hide your wallet.