For a traveler going from any place toward the north, that pole of the daily rotation gradually climbs higher, while the opposite pole drops down an equal amount.
For a traveler going from any place toward the north, that pole of the daily rotation gradually climbs higher, while the opposite pole drops down an equal amount.
The higher one climbs the lonelier one is.
Creative people who can't help but explore other mental territories are at greater risk, just as someone who climbs a mountain is more at risk than someone who just walks along a village lane.
I'm just a pack mule. I've played leads and I've played character roles. Any actress in Hollywood will tell you as your age climbs, the leads thin.
I don't measure a man's success by how high he climbs but how high he bounces when he hits bottom.
The higher one climbs on the spiritual ladder, the more they will grant others their own freedom, and give less interference to another's state of consciousness.
A poet is a man who puts up a ladder to a star and climbs it while playing a violin.
The wish to hurt, the momentary intoxication with pain, is the loophole through which the pervert climbs into the minds of ordinary men.
Nobody climbs mountains for scientific reasons. Science is used to raise money for the expeditions, but you really climb for the hell of it.
He who climbs a cliff may die on the cliff, so what? Always a risk-taker by nature, now I became one by intent.
Constantly risking absurdity and death whenever he performs above the heads of his audience, the poet, like an acrobat, climbs on rhyme to a high wire of his own making.
He that climbs the tall tree has won right to the fruit, He that leaps the wide gulf should prevail in his suit.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine
It's the journey toward doing these harder climbs that really gives value to the whole activity of climbing.
O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.
Reason is progressive instinct is complete swift instinct leaps slow reason feebly climbs.
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