To those who know the speech of hills and rivers straightening a stream is like shipping vagrants—a very successful method of passing… — Aldo Leopold Copy Share Image
I guided my heap into the heart of Capitol Hill wondering for the first time in fourteen years what I could do… — Gary Reilly Copy Share Image
I've lived in Forest Hill Village, Riverdale, Summerhill, The Annex and Cabbagetown. Finding the right neighbourhood fit in Toronto is only slightly… — Andy Barrie Copy Share Image
Night doesn't fall in Rome; it rises from the city's heart, from the gloomy little alleys and courtyards where the sun never… — Caroline Llewellyn Copy Share Image
You're not supposed to have iron bars around you - no one is supposed to have that. You're supposed to fall down… — Sonya Hartnett Copy Share Image
I forgave Jock Semple his action on Boston race just around the time I got to Heartbreak Hill. I had 24 miles… — Kathrine Switzer Copy Share Image
God's ways seem dark, but, soon or late, They touch the shining hills of day; The evil cannot brook delay, The good… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Twelve o'clock! It is the natural centre, key-stone, and very heart of the day. At that hour, the sun has arrived at… — Herman Melville Copy Share Image
And we, spectators always, everywhere, looking at, never out of, everything! It fills us. We arrange it. It collapses. We re-arrange it,… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
“And little he knew of the things that ink may do, how it can mark a dead man's thought for the wonder… — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
I am always interested in the ways of scoring the sound of the poem, especially a poem with long lines. Spaces within… — Adrienne Rich Copy Share Image
What shall I say of the gallantry with which these Marines have fought! Of the slopes of Hill 142; of the Mares… — James Harbord Copy Share Image
I am above the forest region, amongst grand rocks & such a torrent as you see in Salvator Rosa's paintings vegetation all… — Joseph Dalton Hooker Copy Share Image
The old dead trees are the most fascinating - the countless trees lying in the gullies and up the hills that fell… — Phillip Adams Copy Share Image
But coming home that day, walking downhill with a panorama of valley and hills before me, I turned my gaze inward, and… — Bernadette Roberts Copy Share Image
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
The clothes are packed off to Goodwill I said my good-byes up on the hill The house is empty, the furniture sold… — Gayle Forman Copy Share Image
A troubled and afflicted mankind looks to us, pleading for us to keep our rendezvous with destiny; that we will uphold the… — Ronald Reagan Copy Share Image
Surely among a rich man's flowering lawns, Amid the rustle of his planted hills, Life overflows without ambitious pains; And rains down… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
On the day I was born, or possibly on one of the following days, my father went on a walk in the… — Immanuel Velikovsky Copy Share Image
I mean there's certainly a lot of progressive rock and metal that exists at the underground level, which has its own vitality,… — Billy Corgan Copy Share Image
I have to apologize with one of my album because I called it Unleash the Dragon but I didn't really unleash -… — Sisqo Copy Share Image
It’s not that they’re small, the fair folk. Especially not the queen of them all, Mab of the flashing eyes and the… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
Repeating easy tasks again and again gets you not very far. Attacking only steep cliffs where no progress is made isn’t particularly… — Seth Godin Copy Share Image
Portrait photography never had any charms for me, so I sought my subjects from the house-tops, and finally from the hill-tops and… — William Henry Jackson Copy Share Image
The school was nothing but reminiscence - of an Italian hill town, a French abbey, an English academy, the different sources improbably… — Edmund White Copy Share Image
I've never had a particularly good experience in the Hollywood Hills. I love Hollywood, but there's something about the Hills where I'm… — Ramy Youssef Copy Share Image
In the old days, Zen was not really practiced so much in a monastery. The Zen Master usually lived up on a… — Frederick Lenz Copy Share Image
Driving a motorcycle is like flying. All your senses are alive. When I ride through Beverly Hills in the early morning, and… — Hugh Laurie Copy Share Image
Just as a car parked on a hill will naturally roll backward when shifted into neutral, we will naturally go the wrong… — Greg Laurie Copy Share Image
People need to understand that the Lauryn Hill they were exposed to in the beginning was all that was allowed in that… — Lauryn Hill Copy Share Image
I lived on the top of one hill and the school was at the top of another hill. Nobody ever went to… — Roger Bannister Copy Share Image
A Different World was run by black women, Debbie Allen and Yvette Lee Bowser. Lead writer Susie Fales-Hill was a hero of… — Gina Prince-Bythewood Copy Share Image
In those long, lonely miles you put in during the off-season, and in those knife-in-the-gut repetitions and hill repeats that buckly your… — Don Kardong Copy Share Image
In our game, it's your vanity that keeps you in shape. I've got a little gym set up, and I ride a… — Bill Paxton Copy Share Image
The current anger at the march of turbines and pylons across the hills of Britain is not from nimbys. Government money has… — Simon Jenkins Copy Share Image
When I was a lad in my 20s, as carefree and debonair as any other underpaid newspaperman, I happened to be a… — Dan Jenkins Copy Share Image
What visionary tints the year puts on, When falling leaves falter through motionless air Or numbly cling and shiver to be gone!… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
My siblings and I, we were raised on TV and films. Not a day went by that we weren't watching one of… — Teddy Sears Copy Share Image
God rest ye, little children; let nothing you afright, For Jesus Christ, your Saviour, was born this happy night; Along the hills… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
