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Even cliffs are vulnerable, Captain Eversea, she thought. The sea gets at them, eventually, reshaping them inexorably, giving them no choice at all in the matter.
When you're being chased by zombies, hills are either your best friends or your burial ground. The slope slows them down, which is great, unless you hit the peak and find out that you're surrounded, with nowhere left to run to.
The child now shewed her a narrow and rugged descent, made by cutting the red clay and stones, of which the cliffs are here composed, into a sort of rude steps.
I've spent my adult life leaping off cliffs that turn out to be curbs.
Emerson,' I said, choosing my words with care, 'it is a sheer drop from the cleft down to the base of the cliff. If you are bent on breaking your arm or your leg or your neck or all three, find a place closer to home so we won't have to carry you such a distance.
Take me into the mountains
I'm back at my cliff still throwing things off i listen to the sounds they make on their way down i follow him with my eyes 'till they crash imagine what my body would sound like slamming against those rocks.
The tops of mountains are among the unfinished parts of the globe, whither it is a slight insult to the gods to climb and pry into their secrets, and try their effect on our humanity. Only daring and insolent men, perchance, go there.
Mountains were once my big adventure but is is over since a long time; I still dream from the wonderful days sometimes, read also a few pages from a mountain book. But the thought of doing again active mountain climbing has faded.
When you go to the mountains, you see them and you admire them. In a sense, they give you a challenge, and you try to express that challenge by climbing them.
Did people come here to commit suicide? They were bound to. Cliffs, bridges, tall buildings, they were like an invitation. Just stand there, looking down, was to create an optical illusion of the ground rushing up to meet you.
You know, the mountains are full of dangers, and they swallow you up. But mostly, they give.
In Cape Town, there's a drive from Cape Point to Camps Bay where the road is hewn out of the cliffs. It's just stunning, particularly if you do it as the sun is going down.
Dover's cliffs call to mind the Roman invasion; the Battle of Britain; our proximity to, yet difference from, mainland Europe; and international trade and exploration, both fair and exploitative.
Emerald slopes became so tall they touched the clouds, and showers painted diamond waterfalls that sluiced down cliff sides.
I like mountains, always have done. Big obstinate bits of rock sticking up where they're not wanted and getting in folk's way. Great. Climbing them is a different matter altogether though. I hate that.
When you are bored of the plains, the secret passages to the mountains suddenly appear out of nowhere before you!
You can't drive to the coastline. You can only drive so close to the white chalky cliff and then you have to get out and dive.
Oakmont, you've got to be playing slope.
The future of Yosemite climbing lies not in Yosemite, but in using the new techniques in the great granite ranges of the world.
Longing for the mountains
Men do not trip over mountains: They fall over earth mounds.
The summit is not the only place on the mountain.
One felt that the mountains are not completed. The builders are still at work. Stones come rolling and jumping from the upper scaffolding and often from the chasms one hears the thundering as the gods of the mountains change their minds.
From the base of the South Pass, a twisty road leads up the Rocky Mountains. It's a well-earned name, because the steep slopes are covered in giant rocks split open and turned on edge every which way, like God started a quarry and got distracted
The wild sea roars and lashes the granite cliffs below,And round the misty islets the loud strong tempests blow.
Climbing mountains is an act I happen to love, but it is only one form of adventure. There are thousands. In fact, there's one for every human with the passion to push personal boundaries.
Virginius Pass, go across the Talus slope and pick up the route through the notch, it is steep, slippery, brutal.
Wild steep mountains floating in a haze of cloud...a sea of green trees swallowing the hills and valleys, and curling around the trails and rivers, with the wind in the leaves as its tide.
There are a lot of mountains with a lot of water.
Mountains and Hills not meet each other but People Will.
All right.First, find me a cliff"
"That,will it give you a vantage to see the area?"
"No," said Kaladin. "It will give me something to throw you off of
Mountains are earth's undecaying monuments.
You climb to reach the summit, but once there, discover that all roads lead down.
Every mountain that every Christian ever faces, the Lord levels with sufficient grace.
As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm,- Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Mountains don't kill people, they just sit there ...
First you jump off the cliff and build your wings on the way down.
Possessed with a full confidence of the certain success which British valor must gain over such enemies, I have led you up these steep and dangerous rocks, only solicitous to show you the foe within your reach.
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
The thing about mountains is that you have to keep on climbing them, and that it's always hard, but there's a view from top every time when you finally get there.
Jump off the cliff and build your wings on the way down. Over
Wind slapped them against the cliff face, then yanked them outward in a biting swirl of airborne sand.
If you are focused on God, then all "mountains" are under your feet.
Smoke came out of the cliff, and that was all. No change appeared on the face of the rock. They were building a railway. The cliff was not
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 ...
In a world full of fossils, the slightest movement of a pebble on the slope of the cliff is nearly enough to bring on a whole series of heart attacks-so you can imagine what happens when someone dynamites the whole mountain!
From such great heights come the biggest falls.
Although I deeply love oceans, deserts and other wild landscapes, it is only mountains that beckon me with that sort of painful magnetic pull to walk deeper and deeper into their beauty. They keep me continuously wanting to know more, feel more, see more.
Narrow lanes climb both slopes and come together in a great ring of elm trees which encircles the flat summit. Any wind
even the slightest
draws from the height of the elms a rushing sound, multifoliate and powerful.
There are different ways to climb a mountain.
Like all limestones, the famous White Cliffs of Dover, on England's south coast, are made from numberless trillions of tiny marine organisms compressed over time into stone, and exist now as huge reservoirs of carbon. (credit 17.13)
Whence come the highest mountains? so did I once ask. Then did I learn that they come out of the sea.
That testimony is inscribed on their stones, and on the walls of their summits. Out of the deepest must the highest come to its height.
All mountain streets have streams to thread them, or deep grooves where a stream might run. You would do well to avoid that range uncomforted by singing floods. You will find it forsaken of most things but beauty and madness and death and God.
You can't jump off a cliff when you have already fallen off a bigger one.
In every country the mountains are fountains, not only of rivers but of men. Therefore we all are born mountaineers, the offspring of rock and sunshine.
In my youth I loved climbing and scrambling up rocks and mountains: now I seldom intrude on the dweller of a second story, and my greatest enemy or friend may avoid me altogether on the third; so humbled is the aspiring spirit of my youth.
There are high places that don't invite us, sharp shapes, glacier-scraped faces, whole ranges whose given names slip off. Any such relation as we try to make refuses to take ... I'm giddy with thinking where thinking can't stick.
No Names
It's impossible to fall of mountains you fool!
Many, many steeples would have to be stacked one on top of another to reach from the bottom to the surface of the sea.
Man.
Motorcyle.
Mountains.
If the mountain was smooth then how can we climb it?
Mountains, according to the angle of view, the season, the time of day, the beholder's frame of mind, or any one thing, can effectively change their appearance. Thus, it is essential to recognize that we can never know more than one side, one small aspect of a mountain.
What kind of truth is it which has these mountains as its boundary and is a lie beyond them?
Steadfast Seas and MountainsThe lofty mountains and the seas, Being mountains, being seas, Both exist and are real. But frail as flowers are the lives of men, Passing phantoms of this world.
Half the charm of climbing mountains is born in visions preceding this experience - visions of what is mysterious, remote, inaccessible.
Mountains are not fair or unfair, they are just dangerous.
looking about him at the cliffs and up at our signboard. "This is a handy cove," says he at length; "and a pleasant
Mountains are the means, the man is the end. The goal is not to reach the top of the mountains, but to improve the man.
canyons like a chorus of zombies. I mentioned this to Blitzen, but he set me straight.
CASTLES IN THE AIR Laurie
What have those lonely mountains worth revealing?
More glory and more grief than I can tell:
My garden is a forest ledge
Which older forest s bound;
The banks slope down to the blue lake-edge,
Then plunge to depths profound!
The rocks were really big around the mountains and at times some rocks seemed as if they had been sculpted by some unknown artist.
the coast, irregular
Accidents in the mountains are less common than in the lowlands, and these mountain mansions are decent, delightful, even divine, places to die in, compared with the doleful chambers of civilization. Few
Hills are speedwork in disguise.
The mountains are calling and I must go.
Mountains clothed in snow
Robed in white against blue skies
Mirrored in the lake.
Once you have lived with mountains for any length of time you belong to them, and must return again and again. Nearly
Hasty climbers have sudden falls.
The apartment was built at the edge of a high cliff so that when you looked out the back window it seemed as if you were twelve floors up instead of four. It was very much like living on the edge of the world - a last resting place before the final big drop.
In particular, with climbing, we're climbing on these surfaces that Mother Nature has created. We search out the most perfect pieces of rock. It's so amazing that these formations are so perfect for climbing on. It's almost as if they were created for climbing.
Through the mountains you go as a breeze comes
The great rocks of Yosemite, expressing qualities of timeless yet intimate grandeur, are the most compelling formations of their kind. We should not casually pass them by, for they are the very heart of the earth speaking to us.
When I see a slippery slope, my instinct is to build a terrace.
When life brings you mountains, you don't waste your time asking why; you spend your time climbing over them.
Because mountains are high and broad, the way of riding the clouds is always reached in the mountains; the inconceivable power of soaring in the wind comes freely from the mountains
There is no life that does not have the material for despair in it, but some people go too close to the edge and others manage to stay sometimes sad in a safe clearing far from the cliffs. Once you cross over, the rules all change.
If thou shouldst paint mountains in a good style and to look natural, take some large stones full of cracks and copy them.
Climbing, simply and joyfully, is the way I love the world.
Upon the highest ridge of that round hill covered with planted oaks, the shafts of the trees show in the light like the columns of a ruin.
The mountain is a mirror, where climbers look to find themselves. They discover their frailty, take heart from their strengths, drink deep of the insights.
All mountain landscapes hold stories: the ones we read, the ones we dream, and the ones we create.
-from the Editor's Note, The Alpinist (April 1, 2010)
We go by the lighthouse; paddle out. After we got out, we paddled way down to get the biggest peak.
Peaks cannot exist without valleys.
Yet for every peak there is a valley.
Safety is relative. You can be so close to shore that you can practically feel it under your feet, when you suddenly find yourself breaking apart on the rocks.
Mountains are to the rest of the body of the earth, what violent muscular action is to the body of man. The muscles and tendons of its anatomy are, in the mountain, brought out with force and convulsive energy, full of expression, passion, and strength.
You've got to jump off cliffs and build your wings on the way down.