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Some look at the hills from far away and see only the barren lands; some travel amongst the hills and find the most beautiful valleys! By Mehmet Murat Ildan Hills Lands Valleys Barren Travel

This is a valley of ashes - a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the form of houses and chimneys and riding smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air. By F Scott Fitzgerald Ashes Finally Gardens Effort Air

THE SALINAS VALLEY is in Northern California. It is a long narrow swale between two ranges of mountains, and the Salinas River winds and twists up the center until it falls at last into Monterey Bay. By John Steinbeck California Valley Northern Salinas Bay

In the valley of suffering, despair and bitterness are brewed. But there also character is made. The valley of suffering is the vale of soul-making. By Nicholas Wolterstorff Despair Brewed Valley Suffering Bitterness

The height of the mountaintop is measured by the drab drudgery of the valley. By Oswald Chambers Valley Height Mountaintop Measured Drab

Did you not think this was what the world was like? the Man from the Valley said to me. By Alice Hoffman World Man Valley

The longest hill must end in a valley. By Henry Beeching Valley Longest Hill End

On the heights it is warmer than those in the valley imagine. By Friedrich Nietzsche Imagine Heights Warmer Valley

Bear Valley is the hidden treasure of the Sierra. By Lloyd Bridges Sierra Valley Bear Hidden Treasure

Down through the middle of the Valley flows the crystal Merced, River of Mercy, peacefully quiet, reflecting lilies and trees and the onlooking rocks; things frail and fleeting and types of endurance meeting here and blending in countless forms, as if into this one mountain mansion Nature had gathered her choicest treasures, to draw her lovers into close and confiding communion with her. By John Muir Merced River Mercy Valley Nature

But the plains do not continue forever, just as happiness and sorrow both eventually come to an end. Their first hint of the highlands was a rough stretch of land pitted with gorges and rugged valleys that were barren of cover and composed of rock as stubborn and sharp and unyielding as a saint. The jaran playfully called it krinye-tom, the little mountains; Tess called it hell and wondered what the big mountains were like. By Kate Elliott Forever End Plains Continue Happiness

My valleys are higher than most people's peaks. I stay at that level. By Dan Gable Peaks Valleys Higher People Level

I was technically a Valley Girl, even though I absolutely dreaded being called that. I really hated the idea that I was a Valley Girl. By Robin Wright Girl Valley Technically Absolutely Dreaded

I took several long walks in the Wright and adjacent Taylor Valleys. I did not feel insignificant on these journeys, dwarfed or shrugged off by the land, but superfluous. It is a difficult landscape to enter, and to develop a rapport with. It is not inimical or hostile, but indifferent, utterly remote, even as you stand in it. The light itself is aloof. By Barry Lopez Valleys Wright Taylor Long Walks

California: the valley of the sun. It would be just his luck that she was here, where the daylight hours seemed to last longer than anywhere else. Where, even if he found her, he'd be bound to staying in the shadows as she walked in the light. By Rose Blackman California Sun Valley Luck Daylight

So that day, in music assembly, the teacher asked who knew the valley song. Your hand shot right up in the air. She stood you up on a stool and had you sing it for us. And I swear, every bird outside the windows fell silent ... and right when your song ended, I knew - just like your mother - I was a goner. By Suzanne Collins Day Assembly Music Teacher Asked

Without mountains and valleys life would just be plain. By Ted Agon Plain Mountains Valleys Life

In a valley betwixt two hills there I stood perfectly still. In this stance I did find the most beautiful secrets of my mind By Stanley Victor Paskavich Valley Betwixt Hills Stood Perfectly

There is a place where the mountains tumble one upon the other off into the far distance, peak after treeless peak. Steep ridges connect them and deep canyons slash them apart. The grassy summits are wreathed with black sage. No roads intrude upon this jumble of oak-filled canyons and steep-sided hills, only the ambling trails made by deer, coyotes, and bears. The local Indians believe the spirits of the ancients still travel these roads. By R. Lawson Gamble Peak Distance Place Mountains Tumble

I was a typical Valley teen, in smoggy Van Nuys. By Ed Begley Jr. Nuys Valley Van Teen Typical

The valley spirit never dies. It is called the mystical female. By Laozi Dies Valley Spirit Female Called

The true path of life leads through the narrow valley of grandeur. By Kristian Goldmund Aumann Grandeur True Path Life Leads

When you are bored of the plains, the secret passages to the mountains suddenly appear out of nowhere before you! By Mehmet Murat Ildan Plains Bored Secret Passages Mountains

Valley of the Shadow of Death (1855) By Orlando Figes Death Shadow Valley

The thing about living in a village at the foot of a mountain is that the world for you becomes, without thinking about it, self-contained. People are of two kinds, really: from the Valley, and from Elsewhere. By Henry Louis Gates Selfcontained Thing Living Village Foot

My grandma always said, "Trouble is what God uses to prepare you for better things!" If you have trouble in your life, you are in a valley. If you are in a valley, you are being prepared for something bigger, better, greater; something you probably could not handle now. By Iyanla Vanzant God Trouble Valley Things Grandma

A poet's hope: to be, like some valley cheese, local, but prized elsewhere. By W. H. Auden Local Hope Cheese Poet Valley

vantage point on the ridge he could see a green, forested valley where By Louis L'amour Vantage Green Forested Point Ridge

Longing for the mountains By John Muir Longing Mountains

Mountains, hills and valleys confirm the beauty of Your holiness. By Euginia Herlihy Mountains Hills Holiness Valleys Confirm

magnificent canyon of fashion. By P.g. Kain Magnificent Fashion Canyon

The morning sun burned away the mist so the valley below is now clear. The scope of what I see drowns out every other sense: There's no river, no water. Instead, hundreds of feet below the bridge the ground shifts and writhes. At first I think maybe it's a field of some sort but then individual colors begin to pull apart.And all at once I understand what it is. Like a river flooding its banks, the entire valley is full of Mudo. The sound is not that of a raging waterfall but the pounding of two hundred million feet. The moans of a hundred million mouths. They pour through the valley, more people than I have ever seen. More people than I ever thought could have existed in one world. And they sense me, reach for me but are trapped by the mountains. By Carrie Ryan Valley Clear Morning Sun Burned

The San Gabriel Valley, stretching from Pasadena to Pomona, is especially starved for open space. The valley has a rich array of ethnically diverse communities, but it also has some of the highest rates of childhood obesity and diabetes in the state. By Frances Beinecke Pomona San Gabriel Pasadena Valley

Industry, the "enigmatic municipality, [that] sprawls across the map of the San Gabriel Valley like an underfed dragon By Victor Valle Industry San Gabriel Valley Enigmatic

They all looked very much like the residents of any small valley to which you've never been. By Norton Juster Looked Residents Small Valley

Sometimes you've got to start at the lowest valleys to climb to the highest mountain tops. By Timothy Pina Tops Start Lowest Valleys Climb

Mountaintops inspire leaders but valleys mature them. By Winston Churchill Mountaintops Inspire Leaders Valleys Mature

A stellar, fully-realized collection of stories ... grounded, wonderfully, in the river valleys of western Maine. You come away not only understanding a place but the soul of its people. By Peter Orner Stellar Fullyrealized Stories Collection Maine

Dusk settled down into this neck of the great valley. Coyotes barked out in the open. From the heights pealed down the mournful blood-curdling, yet beautiful, bay of a wolf. The rosy afterglow of sunset lingered a long time. The place was shut in, closed about by brushy steeps, redolent of sage. A tiny stream of swift water sang faintly down over rocks. And before darkness had time to enfold hollow and slope and horizon, the moon slid up to defeat the encroaching night and blanch the hills with silvery light. By Zane Grey Dusk Valley Settled Neck Great

Hills. We love them. We hate them. They make us strong. They make us weak. Today I chose to embrace hills. By Hal Higdon Hills Make Love Strong Weak

Keep trying. It's only from the valley that the mountain seems high. By Zig Ziglar High Valley Mountain

Learn to deal with the valleys and the hills will take care of themselves. By Count Basie Learn Deal Valleys Hills Care

THE SPRING IS BEAUTIFUL in California. Valleys in which the fruit blossoms are fragrant pink and white waters in a shallow sea. Then the first tendrils of the grapes, swelling from the old gnarled vines, cascade down to cover the trunks. The full green hills are round and soft as breasts. And on the level vegetable lands are the mile-long rows of pale green lettuce and the spindly little cauliflowers, the gray-green unearthly artichoke plants. By John Steinbeck California Spring Beautiful Green Valleys

The best people, like the best wines, come from the hills. By Edward Abbey People Wines Hills

All his life Robert Grainier would remember vividly the burned valley at sundown, the most dreamlike business he'd ever witnessed waking - the brilliant pastels of the last light overhead, some clouds high and white, catching daylight from beyond the valley, others ribbed and gray and pink, the lowest of them rubbing the peaks of Bussard and Queen mountains; and beneath this wondrous sky the black valley, utterly still, the train moving through it making a great noise but unable to wake this dead world. By Denis Johnson Valley Robert Grainier Bussard Queen

Plains deceive you; they cause you to think that life is easy! Mountains never deceive you; they teach you the realties! Go to the mountains! By Mehmet Murat Ildan Deceive Plains Easy Life Mountains

What river can flood over the mountains of your love? By Sorin Cerin Love River Flood Mountains

Farms on the lower slopes of the mountain. As the eye moved from By Richard Preston Farms Mountain Lower Slopes Eye

Yosemite Valley, to me, is always a sunrise, a glitter of green and golden wonder in a vast edifice of stone and space. By Ansel Adams Valley Yosemite Sunrise Space Glitter

Indeed, there is something in this valley, some spirit and some life, and much to talk about in the huts. Although nothing has come yet, something is here already. By Alan Paton Valley Life Huts Spirit Talk

The air had that pellucid mountain clarity that made shapes sharper and colors truer. The green of the paddy fields wasn't just green, but a lusty green, full of hunger for sunlight and moisture. And the slopes weren't mere hulks of rock, but the ribs of the valley, protecting the delicate strip of fertile soil from the worst of the harsh elements. By Sherry Thomas Green Truer Air Pellucid Mountain

Everybody wants to be on the mountaintop, but if you'll remember, mountaintops are rocky and cold. There is no growth on the top of a mountain. Sure, the view is great, but what's a view for? A view just gives us a glimpse of our next destination-our next target. But to hit that target, we must come off the mountain, go through the valley, and begin to climb the next slope. It is in the valley that we slog through the lush grass and rich soil, learning and becoming what enables us to summit life's next peak. By Andy Andrews View Remember Cold Mountaintop Rocky

hill. We took the trucks there, pulled out the By Bob Holdsworth Hill Pulled Trucks

Sometimes the valley below is like a bowl filled up with fog. I can see hard green figs on two trees and pears on a tree just below me. A fine crop coming in. May summer last a hundred years. By Frances Mayes Fog Valley Bowl Filled Hard

I had forgotten hours and days by then. My arms ached, my back ached, my legs ached. My head ached worst of all, some part of me tethered back to the valley, stretched out of recognizable shape and trying to make sense of myself when I was so far from anything I knew. Even the mountains, my constants, had disappeared. Of course I'd known there were parts of the country with no mountains, but I'd imagined I would still see them somewhere in the distance, like the moon. But every time I looked behind me, they were smaller and smaller, until finally they disappeared with one final gasp of rolling hills. By Naomi Novik Ached Forgotten Hours Days Back

The mountains paralleled the valley and the snowy peaks were extending with fall to the valley floor. By Thomas Mcguane Valley Floor Mountains Paralleled Snowy

But the desert offers something that no forest brook or valley ever can: distance. A By Joe Hill Distance Desert Offers Forest Brook

The Sierra, a region so quiet and pristine that we have the sense of being the first human beings ever to set foot in it. We fall silent ourselves in its midst, as if conversation in a place of such primaevl solitude would be like talking in church. By Jim Fergus Sierra Region Quiet Pristine Sense

If you are a kind person and love animals, you may be lucky enough to find the Magic Valley. There you will discover a land where snow leopards play and mountains smile. I should tell you, though, that it will be a very hard journey. But I should also tell you that it is well worth the effort. By Helen Freeman Valley Magic Animals Kind Person

In that valley the train shrieks echo like souls on hooks. By Sylvia Plath Hooks Valley Train Shrieks Echo

I love brooding in a bucolic valley about your endless compassion. By Debasish Mridha Compassion Love Brooding Bucolic Valley

Mountains are where heaven meets earth. By Anita Diament Mountains Earth Heaven Meets

All mountain landscapes hold stories: the ones we read, the ones we dream, and the ones we create.-from the Editor's Note, The Alpinist (April 1, 2010) By George Michael Sinclair Kennedy April Note Alpinist Editor Stories

I suppose the Valley of the Na, in Always Coming Home, is where I think I'd most like to live; but that's partly because I did live there, all the summers of my childhood. By Ursula K. Le Guin Home Valley Coming Live Childhood

In the valley of unknown, in my moments of uncertainty, the clutter flees and silence allows me to hear the voice of the LORD By Jonah Books Lord Unknown Uncertainty Valley Moments

I love what the Valley does. I love company building. I love startups. I love technology companies. I love new technology. I love this process of invention. Being able to participate in that as a founder and a product creator, or as an investor or a board member, I just find that hugely satisfying. By Marc Andreessen Love Valley Technology Building Company

There was a rocky valley between Buxton and Bakewell?divine as the vale of Tempe; you might have seen the gods there morning and eveningApollo and the sweet Muses of the Light? You enterprised a railroad?you blasted its rocks away? And, now, every fool in Buxton can be at Bakewell in half-an-hour, and every fool in Bakewell at Buxton. By John Ruskin Tempe Light Muses Buxton Bakewell

Preserve, within a wild sanctuary, an inaccessible valley of reverie. By Ellen Glasgow Preserve Sanctuary Reverie Wild Inaccessible

I'm often stunned when I come up over Mulholland, and I'm looking down at the Valley, and I can see for thirty miles; I can see the mountains, or all the way to the ocean. By Dan Gilroy Mulholland Valley Miles Mountains Ocean

The Bible got it wrong when it intimated that the valley contained the shadow of death. Death dwells in the high places. By Courtney Milan Bible Death Wrong Intimated Valley

In the Valley of healing dreams; beyond human imagination - there was a long quiet river. By Kristian Goldmund Aumann Valley Dreams Imagination River Healing

The fleeting hour of life of those who love the hills is quickly spent, but the hills are eternal. Always there will be the lonely ridge, the dancing beck, the silent forest; always there will be the exhilaration of the summits. These are for the seeking, and those who seek and find while there is still time will be blessed both in mind and body. By Alfred Wainwright Hills Spent Eternal Fleeting Hour

High Alpine meadows, like their near relatives prairie, desert and certain varieties of wetland, teach us to consider the world from a fresh perspective, to open our eyes and take account of what we have missed, reminding us that, in spite of our emphasis on the visual in everyday speech, we see so very little of the world. By John Burnside World Alpine High Meadows Prairie

returned to sow the valley. In the communal dining hall, they sing joyfully. They dance through the night, into the light of dawn. By Ari Shavit Returned Valley Sow Hall Joyfully

In my restless dreams,I see that town.Silent Hill. By Sadamu Yamashita Hill Restless Dreamsi Townsilent

Wild steep mountains floating in a haze of cloud...a sea of green trees swallowing the hills and valleys, and curling around the trails and rivers, with the wind in the leaves as its tide. By Sharyn Mccrumb Wild Cloud Valleys Rivers Tide

When I first caught sight of (Mount Shasta) over the braided folds of the Sacramento Valley I was fifty miles away and afoot, alone and weary. Yet all my blood turned to wine, and I have not been weary since. By John Muir Mount Shasta Sacramento Valley Afoot

There's a Hidden Valley ranch party in my mouth. By Melissa M Hidden Valley Mouth Ranch Party

And when the spring breezes blow up the valley; when the spring sun shines on last year's withered grass on the river banks; and on the lake; and on the lake's two white swans; and coaxes the new grass out of the spongy soil in the marshes - who could believe on such a day that this peaceful, grassy valley brooded over the story of our past; and over its spectres? By Halldor Laxness Spring Lake Valley Grass Banks

Not far from this village, perhaps about two miles, there is a little valley or rather lap of land among high hills, which is one of the quietest places in the whole world. A small brook glides through it, with just murmur enough to lull one to repose; and the occasional whistle of a quail or tapping of a woodpecker is almost the only sound that ever breaks in upon the uniform tranquillity. By Washington Irving Village Miles Hills World Valley

The speckled sky is dim with snow,The light flakes falter and fall slow;Athwart the hill-top, rapt and pale,Silently drops a silvery veil; And all the valley is shut inBy flickering curtains gray and thin. By John Townsend Trowbridge Athwart Slow Hilltop Rapt Veil

Heaven's Virginia when the year's at its Spring. By Anne Spencer Spring Virginia Heaven Year

Over every mountain, there is a path, although it may not be seen from the valley. By Theodore Roethke Mountain Path Valley

Silicon Valley's success is built on the carcasses of its failures. In the Valley, failure is fertilizer. Like all fertilizer, though, it must be used wisely by a skilled farmer, otherwise it is useless and smells bad. As By Eric Weiner Valley Silicon Fertilizer Success Built

Sweet is the air with the budding haws, and the valley stretching for miles belowIs white with blossoming cherry-trees, as if just covered with lighted snow. By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Sweet Haws Cherrytrees Snow Air

Knowing honor, but clinging to disgrace, you become the valley of the world. By Laozi Knowing Honor Disgrace World Clinging

Silicon Valley is a mindset, not a location. By Reid Hoffman Valley Silicon Mindset Location

If you drop a rose in the Hudson River at its mysterious source in the Adiron dacks, think of all the places it journeys by as it goes out to sea forever - think of that wonderful Hudson Valley. By Jack Kerouac Hudson Valley River Adiron Dacks

You who are born of the hills/ Hill-bred, lover of hills/ Though the world may not you aright/Though your soul be aweary with ill/This will you know above other men/In the hills you will find your peace again. By Maxwell Struthers Burt Hillbred Hills Lover Aright Ill

It is clearly evident that our path travels through a valley of teas well known to all farm workers, because in all valleys the way of the farm worker has bene one of sacrifice for generations. Our sweat and our blood have fallen on this land to make other men rich. This Pilgrimage is a witness to the suffering we have seen for generations. By Cesar Chavez Farm Generations Workers Worker Evident

There is a lovely road that runs from Ixopo into the hills. These hills are grass-covered and rolling, and they are lovely beyond any singing of it ... By Alan Paton Ixopo Lovely Hills Road Runs

Spring was running in a thin green flame over the valley. By Ellen Glasgow Spring Valley Running Thin Green

Hills of forest green where the mountains touch the sky, a dream come true, I'll live there til I die. By Don Mclean Hills Sky True Die Forest

At Loch Mor we walked down a spongy hill to a valley. The sun was dropping then dropped, leaving a sky of frilly reds. The moon appeared too soon. The valley sloped around a teardrop-shaped lake, pink with the bizarre fuchsia bursts of the late-coming sunset. Violet heather bruised the green weedy ground as we jumped down. This was a place conceived in a burst of emotion by a melancholy boy. By Dave Eggers Loch Mor Walked Spongy Hill

God has blessed the vale of Kashmir with grace and grandeur. It is a land of lush green meadows, crystal clear springs and lakes, the majestic rivers and streams, the snow white and roaring cataracts, sweet waters, high snow-covered peaks make it a perfect archetype of the promised land of God. By Tarif Naaz Kashmir God Grandeur Blessed Vale

But come to California. Come to these canyons if you want to be driven by sacredness into the air. If you dream of the true, clear silences, if you want those silences to sing - come to California. By Denis Johnson California Silences Air Canyons Driven

The hills roll for miles; green, flourishing, dotted with trees and hikers. The blue sky is endless and the sun illuminates through the thin white clouds. There's a breeze coming upward and also across and as they collide it makes me feel as if I'm flying. By Jessica Sorensen Green Flourishing Miles Dotted Hikers

The sun had already set behind the mountains, and the sky had been drained of color. The trellises of sauvignon blanc flowed down the hill in even rows toward the valley floor. Whatever I was looking for, it wasn't outside. As far as I could tell, the grapes were minding their own business. By Frederick Weisel Mountains Color Sun Set Sky

The question rolled around in Vanessa's mind as she drove down Main Street. The sleepy town of Hyattown had changed very little in twelve years. It was still tucked in the foothills of Maryland's Blue Ridge Mountains, surrounded by rolling farmland and thick woods. Apple orchards and dairy cows encroached as close as the town limits, and here, inside those limits, there were no stoplights, no office buildings, no hum of traffic. By Nora Roberts Street Vanessa Main Question Rolled

The sky was low and broody, but from here, near the treeline, you could see the forest rolling down into the valley, the lake tucked away like a pocket mirror. By Garth Risk Hallberg Broody Treeline Valley Mirror Sky