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“And if you couldn't be loved, the next best thing was to be let alone.”
― L.M. Montgomery

“If we misread the blueprint of our life, we need not be ashamed of backtracking on our chosen options. Admitting to mistakes may make us human and maybe great again. ("Sisyphus' hardship on the hill")”
― Erik Pevernagie

“And exactly how does a miserable face help the war effort?" he asked sharply, his mood beginning to change. "Will a frown bring back the dead or fortify a town? If I allow myself to laugh in the face of misery, I rest my mind from the stress of it all, and then it'll work the better for you and your war. And if I'm really to be one of your advisers, Your Majesty, accept this piece of advise: Take happiness where and when you find it, because there is going to be precious little of it in the next few months!”
― Stuart Hill, The Cry of the Icemark

“The lifecycle of a highly successful product is like the curve of a hill. It goes down, up, and then down again.”
― Pooja Agnihotri, 17 Reasons Why Businesses Fail :Unscrew Yourself From Business Failure

“Be brave. Take the hill. But first answer the question, "What is my hill?”
― Matthew McConaughey

“Heroes do not dwell in a time of peace; heroes are hardened in a kiln against the sorrows. Their troubles sharpen the blade and make it gleaming. The glint becomes a brightness that is raised high on a hill, allowing women and men to see beyond themselves. For light swallows darkness. Truth buries death. Heroes are not born. They are filled by Music.”
― David Paul Kirkpatrick, The Address Of Happiness

“Breath (from the book Blue Bridge)

Whispering to myself
With every step I take,
Trying out names, for I know
There is something yet to be called 鈥�..

I know it, something up ahead
Just around the bend
Or over the rise 鈥�
A bird taking to the sky
From the edge of a jagged cliff 鈥�
A bird floating outwards
In silence 鈥︹€�. A silence
Waiting for a footstep
To crunch on stones,
For a voice to fling upward
Through sharp sunlight
With a name鈥︹€� calling
Before the bird could call
Before the bird called.

Oh the bird was there alright
And sure it took flight
When it heard me approach
But it broke my heart
With a mighty croak!

So I鈥檓 sitting here playing
With a purple flower
Slender stem, no leaves
Purple fizz 鈥�

And it鈥檚 quiet again.
I am still
I am nothing
And the hill
Is a long, long slope
Down, down, down to the sea
Far below.

I could roll
I could run
I could scream
But I am nothing.

A cool wind blows
And the light is naked and nameless
And the rocks are faces of angels
And the bird in the sky wheels
And cries to forget the earth
And its ancient bones 鈥�
Oh, sensual pain 鈥�
Wings鈥�. Wings鈥�. Wings,
Singing wings.

If only I could begin
To describe the emptiness
Which fills me to the brim
With new breath

I might almost lose my name
And take instead a feather for my soul.”
― Jay Woodman

“There is no heroism in sheep. They stand on the hill and go 鈥淏aa鈥�, as they鈥檙e being slaughtered.”
― Skip Coryell, Stalking Natalie

“If a little hill of happiness would satisfy Chris, good for him. But
after all these years of striving, hoping, dreaming, longing-I wanted a
mountain high! A hill wasn't enough.”
― V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic

“To the three men in gray coats and golden buttons just cresting the hill, the pantomime was a strange one. The speck of green merged with the gray, and the black with the flash of red, as they shot off toward north.”
― Katherine Rundell, The Wolf Wilder

“Some hills are each only a few centimeters short of being a mountain.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“Tamlin gripped my hand as we strode through the darkness. Neither of us said anything when a glimmer of sunlight appeared, staining the damp cave walls with a silvery sheen, but our steps quickened as the sunlight grew brighter and the cave warmer, and then both of us emerged onto the spring-green grass that covered the bumps and hollows of his lands. Our lands.

The breeze, the scent of wildflowers hit me, and despite the hole in my chest, the stain on my soul, I couldn't stop the smile that spread as we mounted a steep hill. My faerie legs were far stronger than my human ones, and when we reached the top of the knoll, I wasn't nearly as winded as I might once have been. But the breath was knocked from my chest when I beheld the rose-covered manor.

Home.

In all my imaginings in Amarantha's dungeons, I'd never allowed myself to think of this moment- never allowed myself to dream that outrageously. But I'd made it- I'd brought us both home.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Recall the cold
Of Towton on Palm Sunday before dawn,
Wakefield, Tewkesbury : fastidious trumpets
Shrilling into the ruck ; some trampled
Acres, parched, sodden or blanched by sleet,
Stuck with strange-postured dead. Recall the wind's
Flurrying, darkness over the human mire.”
― Geoffrey Hill, King Log

“You are like a city on the hill; you can't be hidden out of sight in any way! Beautify your environment and your influence will be seen from afar!”
― Israelmore Ayivor, The Great Hand Book of Quotes

“You may not be able to move the mountain with one hit, but you can do so by picking up the rocks bit by bit! Stop loading yourself and go bit by bit... You will get there!”
― Israelmore Ayivor, Daily Drive 365

“For a weak person, every little hill is a giant mountain; for a strong person, every giant mountain is a little hill!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Up past the old lime kiln
built into the side of a hill
we take a hard right at a clearing
lined by brittle apple trees
still willing to bear fruit.

I snap sticks beneath my feet
and steal pictures of the view
while you reach for something
sweet, as much as it bows
to you.”
― Kristen Henderson, Of My Maiden Smoking

“The road had detours, stop signs, missed turns, hills and valleys, deep, deep tangled forests, ruts and potholes, icy patches, and spin-outs along the way.”
― Jazz Feylynn

“When you reach the top of the hill, you will see Bodrum. Don鈥檛 assume that you鈥檒l leave as you came. The others before you were the same, too. As they departed, they all left their souls behind.”
― Halikarnas Bal谋k莽谋s谋

“Boeing To Gravity by Stewart Stafford

Tumbling down a hill,
An upside-down idyll,
No time to make a will,
If prematurely killed.

And as you tumble down,
Slowly fades your frown,
Falling ankle over crown,
Rolling all the way to town.

Reach the end with a bump,
Sporting that fetching lump,
And to your feet, you jump,
As excited fists both pump.

漏 Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved”
― Stewart Stafford

“Here is a paper crease,
folded severely by a determined hand.
It is the crossroad that I鈥檝e been told
to keep an eye out for.
I can do this!

Stepping onto the crease,
I tense my body in anticipation of the worst.
I am rising higher now as the crease grows,
forming into a large, dotted green hill.”
― Susan L. Marshall, All the Hope We Carry

“Throw your hands and pull up those in the valley do the hill. However, press your feet on the ground so hard that you don鈥檛 fall into the same valley together. Some people鈥檚 helping hands became their grave digging tools!”
― Israelmore Ayivor, Daily Drive 365

“I never thought before,鈥� said Tirin unruffled, 鈥渙f the fact that there are people sitting on a hill, up there, on Urras, looking at Anarres, at us, and saying, 鈥楲ook, there鈥檚 the Moon.鈥� Our earth is their Moon; our Moon is their earth.鈥�

鈥淲here, then, is Truth?鈥� declaimed Bedap, and yawned.

鈥淚n the hill one happens to be sitting on,鈥� said Tirin.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Dispossessed: An Ambiguous Utopia

“Balanced at the top of the hill
Do I explore the other side”
― Richard L. Ratliff

“Why is it, we may ask, that the walker is so often attracted to the hill-top, and what is the reason for the emotion which he experiences in the far view, with its effect upon thought and feeling and imagination? 鈥� For them [the hill-walker and the mountain climber] the mountain track symbolises the way of the soul's ascension. There is implanted deep within the human heart the desire to ascend 鈥� It is to the heavens above, declaring the Glory of God, that the psalmist first points us, then to the firmament as showing His handiwork 鈥� It is the working in us of a great benevolent Spirit that sends us to the high places, there to experience this feeling of elation with all that it brings to life consciousness, and physical and spiritual enjoyment.”
― Grant, Will

“But simply to possess the power like a bird to fly from one peak to another would not bring to us additional or higher experience. No height was ever gained that was worth the gaining without toil and effort, and if the walker were presented by the good fairy with a pair of wings, I think he would 鈥� refuse them. He would prefer to walk or climb to the mountain top, to experience all the physical pleasure of well-being, and obtain a true equipoise of mind and spirit to register the varied emotions which through the sense of vision are transmitted to the sense of feeling.”
― Grant, Will

“Faith is all about looking up to the hills, even if circumstances keep pulling you down to the pit.”
― Gift Gugu Mona, The Essence of Faith: Daily Inspirational Quotes

“You can live in the dangerous ocean front home, you will find me living up the hill out of the tsunami zone.”
― Steven Magee

“Sisyphus will vote. The Government promised to put electricity on top of the hill.”
― Ljupka Cvetanova, Yet Another New Land

“The mouth of morning opened,
And suddenly, the meadows seemed to be laughing,
And the hills spoke of how the sun kissed the peak.
And the earth was awakened in hopes and dreams
And laughter became the voice of soul.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee