#hill

I came face-to-face with a gorilla which was quite good, but it was a 10-hour trek in bad weather, up hills, covered in mud, with mosquitoes everywhere and when we got there the gorilla's just sat there doing nowt. ↗

— Karl Pilkington

#bad weather #came #covered #doing #everywhere

I don't know how many hills and valleys I've had, how many times I've had to refocus my world and my life and my career. ↗

— Patrick Swayze

#had #hills #how #i #know

I want a leader that sets out a path. I want one that doesn't just talk about cuts, but talks about the shining city on the hill. We're only going to get out of this problem if we grow this economy. ↗

— Kevin McCarthy

#city #cuts #economy #get #going

The old man had been tanned by the light of too many beer signs, and it just goes to show that you can’t live on three packs of Chesterfields and a fifth of bourbon a day without starting to drift far too fuckin’ wide in the turns. ↗

— Daniel Woodrell

#grim #hard-boiled #hard-life #hillbilly-noir #life-sucks-then-you-die

In the Carolinas they say "hill people" are different from "flatlands people," and as a native Kentuckian with more mountain than flatlands blood, I'm inclined to agree. This was one of the theories I'd been nursing all the way from San Francisco. Unlike Porterville or Hollister, Bass Lake was a mountain community ... and if the old Appalachian pattern held, the people would be much slower to anger or panic, but absolutely without reason or mercy once the fat was in the fire. Like the Angels, they would tend to fall back in an emergency on their own native sense of justice -- which bears only a primitive resemblance to anything written in law books. I thought the mountain types would be far more tolerant of the Angels' noisy showboating, but -- compared to their flatlands cousins -- much quicker to retaliate in kind at the first evidence of physical insult or abuse. ↗

— Hunter S. Thompson

#hill-people #justice #anger

Mysticism is the art of union with Reality. ↗

— Evelyn Underhill

#mysticism #art

Just then a word floated out through the buzz saw of Zapata-speak: Nefertari. Dan tuned back in. "...the most beautiful tomb in Egypt," Ms. Zapata was saying. "You probably know the queen because there's a famous bust of her." A photo flashed on the screen. Dan raised his hand. "That's Nefertiti," he said. "Different queen." Ms. Zapata frowned. She looked at her notes. "You could be right, Dan. Uh...let's move on." Another slide flashed on-screen. "Now, this is the inner chamber of the tomb, where she was laid to rest." Dan's hand rose again. Ms. Zapata closed her eyes. "Actually? That's the side chamber." "Really." Ms. Zapata's lips pressed together. "And how do you know this, Dan?" "Because..." Dan hesitated. Because I was there. Because I was locked inside the tomb with an ex-KGB spy, so I got to know it pretty well. "Especially since the tomb is closed for conservation," Ms. Zapata said. Yeah. But we had this connection to an Egyptologist? Except he turned out to be a thief and a liar, so we captured him. I came this close to smashing him with a lamp... ↗

— Jude Watson

#nefertari #the #beauty

You are so fucking beautiful you hurt my eyes. ↗

— Ella Frank

#beauty

The chill, like scurrying spiders, worked deeper into him, weaving webs of ice in the hollows of his bones. ↗

— Dean Koontz

#chilling #imagery #personification #beauty

Never say anything on the phone that you wouldn't want your mother in law to hear at your trial ↗

— Sydney Biddle Barrows

#business