Mountain Quotes - page 33

Egypt was the home of magic - Atlantean magic... Black magic was tremendously rampant in Atlantean times, and ...there was a great war, between the forces of Light and Darkness, which brought that civilization to an end. As a result of that war the Hierarchy of Light became occult. They removed Themselves from the everyday world to Their mountain and desert retreats, leaving mankind to fend for itself, and to learn through trial and error. They return now among us, one by one. (Benjamin Creme)
After this I proceeded to the city of Barwan, in the road to which is a high mountain, covered with snow and exceedingly cold; they call it the Hindu Kush, that is Hindu-slayer, because most of the slaves brought thither from India die on account of the intenseness of the cold.
Ibn Battuta
Grigna is the highest mountain I've seen in these countries, and it's bald.
Leonardo da Vinci
No one can tell the mountain what it's missing, or that it's lacking, or that it's something that it's not. ... You know, you can shout all night long at the stars to stop twinkling - but they won't! ... And it's quite a compliment, really, that you can be what you are, and that you can do the right thing, regardless of how popular it is, or if you have anyone helping you - or if you don't get anything for it. ... All those people out there, looking up at you, screaming "stop twinkling!" - they have no power, at all. And what else could you do, being a star?
Ysabella Brave
If I should happen to die among the damn spirits that infest Greeneville, my last request before death would be for some friend I would bequeath the last dollar to some Negro to pay -- to take my dirty stinking carcass after death out on some mountain peak, and there leave it to be devoured by the vultures and wolves or make a fire sufficiently large to consume the smallest particle that it might pass off and smoke and ride upon the wind in triumph over the God-forsaken and hell-deserving, money-loving, hypocritical, backbiting, Sunday-praying scoundrels of the town of Greeneville.
Andrew Johnson
The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats though unseen among us,-visiting This various world with as inconstant wing As summer winds that creep from flower to flower,- Like moonbeams that behind some piny mountain shower, It visits with inconstant glance Each human heart and countenance . Spirit of Beauty, that dost consecrate With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon Of human thought or form,-where art thou gone?
Percy Bysshe Shelley