Explore Quotes on Hills

The cold passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills, resting. As the landscape changed from brown to green, the army awakened, and began to tremble with eagerness at the noise of rumors.

Rest forever, tired heart._x000D_The final illusion has perished._x000D_The one we believed eternal is gone._x000D_Just like that. Out the door desire_x000D_follows hope. Rest forever. _x000D_Enough throbbing. Nothing deserves your attention_x000D_nor is the earth worth a sigh._x000D_Bitterness and boredom is life,_x000D_nothing else ever, and the world is mud._x000D_Quiet now. Despair for the last time._x000D_Fate gives us dying as a gift._x000D_Now turn from the hills, the ugly hidden power_x000D_which rules for the common evil_x000D_and the infinite vanity of it all.

Should you protect profits? Yes. But run for the hills? No.

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.

Politics can be likened to driving at night over unfamiliar hills and mountains. Close attention must be paid to what the beam can reach and the next bend.

Once I was coming down a street in Beverly Hills and I saw a Cadillac about a block long, and out of the side window was a wonderfully slinky mink, and an arm, and at the end of the arm a hand in a white suede glove wrinkled around the wrist, and in the hand was a bagel with a bite out of it.

If Moses had gone to Harvard Law School and spent three years working on the Hill, he would have written the Ten Commandments with three exceptions and a saving clause.

A lot of people on Capitol Hill don't want to talk to me.

The best people, like the best wines, come from the hills.

Like an army defeated _x000D_ The snow hath retreated, _x000D_ And now doth fare ill _x000D_ On the top of the bare hill; _x000D_ The Ploughboy is whooping — anon — anon! _x000D_ There's joy in the mountains: _x000D_ There's life in the fountains; _x000D_ Small clouds are sailing, _x000D_ Blue sky prevailing; _x000D_ The rain is over and gone.

Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade! Ah, fields beloved in vain! Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow.

There is a lovely road that runs from Ixopo into the hills. These hills are grass-covered and rolling, and they are lovely beyond any singing of it.

Now God be thanked that the name of a hill is such music, that the name of a river can heal.

There is a lovely road that runs from Ixopo into the hills.

I mean there's certainly a lot of progressive rock and metal that exists at the underground level, which has its own vitality, as it should. But it seems to have lost its ability to really charge up the hill.

All your life spent getting ready for the next thing. I climbed a lot of hills now. I crossed a lot of rivers. Crossed the sea even, left everything I knew and came to Styria. But there I was, waiting for me at the docks when I got off the boat, same man, same life. Next valley ain't no different from this one. No better anyway. Reckon I've learned ... just to stick in the place I'm at. Just to be the man I am.

To exist is to defy all that threatens you. To be a rebel is not to accumulate a library of subversive books or to dream of fantastic conspiracies or of taking to the hills. It is to make yourself your own law. To find in yourself what counts. To make sure that you’re never “cured” of your youth. To prefer to put everyone up against the wall rather than to remain supine. To pillage whatever can be converted to your law, without concern for appearance.

Lauryn Hill, P-Funk, Marvin Gaye, Public Enemy - I have a very diverse palate for music. I can go from Judy Garland to Jimi Hendrix to Stevie Wonder to Rachmaninoff. I just love great music.

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L.A. can be intense but the second you get over the hill into Calabasas, your stress level immediately drops because it's so peaceful and safe. Sometimes I really miss it.

I found my thrill on Blueberry Hill.