Best 180 quotes in «hills quotes» category

San Francisco is poetry. Even the hills rhyme.

Save the trees of Ireland for the future men of Ireland on the fair hills of Eire, O.

Shere Khan, the Big One, has shifted his hunting grounds. He will hunt among these hills for the next moon, so he has told me.

Teach the legal rights of trees, the nobility of hills; respect the beauty of singularity, the value of solitude.

Summer comes over the hill like a hairy blanket.

Some say that Cusk has no sense of humour, but expecting giggles from this writer would be akin to expecting sonnets from Benny Hill.

The kingdom of God is not in words. Words are only incidental and can never be fundamental. When evangelicalism ceased to emphasize fundamental meanings and began emphasizing fundamental words, and shifted from meaning to words and from power to words, they began to go down hill.

...the disqualification is unjust, I understand his reaction. You must understand the riders at certain moments (like climbing an 18% hill) they are stressed and they can react rashly.

The great affair, the love affair with life, is to live as variously as possible, to groom one's curiosity like a high-spirited thoroughbred, climb aboard, and gallop over the thick, sunstruck hills every day.

The Hills are alive with the sound of CRAP!

The hills are reared, the seas are scooped in vain If learning's altar vanish from the plain.

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

The brain is a muscle of busy hills, the struggle of unthought things with things eternally thought.

The dog that I was given on The Hills for Christmas is with my best friend's family.

Their voices reach out into the empty yard, plunge deep into the hills, go right through the heart.

The longest hill must end in a valley.

The moonlight lay upon the hills like snow.

The only time I've been arrested was in opposing the Marble Hill nuclear power plant in Indiana. That was in 1979.

Then at the top of the hill, the road forks. Which just figures. "You gotta be kidding." I say. One part of the road goes left, the other goes right. (Well, it's a "Fork" ain't it?)

The noonday quiet holds the hill.

Truth and nonviolence are as old as the hills.

There are a lot of really funny guys who are very natural in what they do: Jonah Hill, Michael Cera, Seth Rogen.

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

There is nothing new in Wall Street. There can't be because speculation is as old as the hills. Whatever happens in the stock market today has happened before and will happen again.

There's a tendency for us to think that the secret of our success is something that is mystical and maybe someday my time will come. And it's certainly out there somewhere; it's around the bend; it's at the top of the hill.

The wolf on the hill is not as hungry as the wolf climbing the hill.

Thus, be every device from the stick to the carrot, the emaciated Austrian donkey is made to pull the Nazi barrow up an ever-steepening hill.

Time passed slowly, like and old man climbing a hill.

To Meath of the pastures, From wet hills by the sea, Through Leitrim and Longford, Go my cattle and me.

Use the hills to get stronger!

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.

The road to success is long and up hill all the way

Time's horses gallop down the lessening hill.

To be on stage, to be sharing a stage with Lauryn Hill, Grace Jones, SZA, Kelis, and all these incredible women, I'm like 'When did this happen?'

To make a mountain out of a mole-hill.

We've all had that moment where the agent thought he hit hold. You hear it's like Hamburger Hill in the background.

We're not out holding fundraisers in the Hamptons or in Beverly Hills.

We started tearing down the seniority system on Capitol Hill. All of that begins in the '70s. It accelerates and continues in the '90s, and it's going on to this day.

Here, are the stiffening hills, here, the rich cargo Congealed in the dark arteries, Old veins That hold Glamorgan's blood. The midnight miner in the secret seams, Limb, life, and bread. - Rhondda Valley

When I reached C Company lines, which were at the top of the hill, I paused and looked back at the camp, just coming into full view below me through the grey mist of early morning.

When they are 50 yards from Parliament Hill, they are no longer honourable members, they are just nobodies.

When you help someone up a hill, you find yourself closer to the top.

When you're over the hill, that's when you pick up speed.

You start a question, and it's like starting a stone. You sit quietly on the top of a hill; and away the stone goes, starting others.

But this isn't standard Japanese picnic fare: not a grain of rice or a pickled plum in sight. Instead, they fill the varnished wooden tables with thick slices of crusty bread, wedges of weeping cheese, batons of hard salamis, and slices of cured ham. To drink, bottles of local white wine, covered in condensation, and high-alcohol microbews rich in hops and local iconography. From the coastline we begin our slow, dramatic ascent into the mountains of Hokkaido. The colors bleed from broccoli to banana to butternut to beet as we climb, inching ever closer to the heart of autumn. My neighbors, an increasingly jovial group of thirtysomethings with a few words of English to spare, pass me a glass of wine and a plate of cheese, and I begin to feel the fog dissipate. We stop at a small train station in the foothills outside of Ginzan, and my entire car suddenly empties. A husband-and-wife team has set up a small stand on the train platform, selling warm apple hand pies made with layers of flaky pastry and apples from their orchard just outside of town. I buy one, take a bite, then immediately buy there more. Back on the train, young uniformed women flood the cars with samples of Hokkaido ice cream. The group behind me breaks out in song, a ballad, I'm later told, dedicated to the beauty of the season. Everywhere we go, from the golden fields of empty cornstalks to the dense forest thickets to the rushing rivers that carve up this land like the fat of a Wagyu steak, groups of camouflaged photographers lie in wait, tripods and shutter releases ready, hoping to capture the perfect photo of the SL Niseko steaming its way through the hills of Hokkaido.

When I'm on set filming 'One Tree Hill,' I get up and work out four to five days a week.

When we come to the sundown road, we need all the love we have managed to take with us from the summit of the hill.

When you ascend the hill of prosperity, may you not meet a friend.

Yeah, I'm old as the hills and you would think I'd be out to pasture someplace because I've done everything, but nothing has changed.

You entered a marathon with hills? You idiot.