And he smote the Balrog upon the mountainside.
Quotes about mountainside (9 Quotes)
Until at last, I threw down my enemy and smote his ruin upon the mountainside.
The reason they're holding off is that the geologists want to have more time to survey the mountainside. They want to get all the rocks at once. They don't want to have to scale the mountainside twice.
Any coward can sit in his home and criticize a pilot for flying into a mountain in a fog. But I would rather, by far, die on a mountainside than in bed. What kind of man would live where there is no daring And is life so dear that we should blame men for dying in adventure Is there a better way to die.
What kind of society, given the choice between recycling a mountain of paper and denuding a mountainside of trees would make a decision to do the latter The answer our kind. And it is time to change that.
What we call yugen lies within the mind and cannot be expressed in words. Its quality may be suggested by the sight of a gauzy cloud veiling the moon or by the autumnal mists swathing the scarlet leaves on a mountainside. If one is asked where yugen can be found in these sights, one cannot say a man who cannot understand this truth is quite likely to prefer the sight of the moon shining brightly in a cloudless sky. It is quite impossible to explain wherein lies the interest or wonder of yugen.
This will be the day, this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning 'My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring'
My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims' pride, From every mountainside Let freedom ring. My native country, thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills. My heart with rapture thrills Like that above. Let music swell the breeze And ring from all the trees Sweet freedoms song Let mortal tongues awake Let all that breathe partake Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong. Our fathers' God, to thee, Author of liberty, To thee I sing Long may our land be bright With freedom's holy light Protect us by thy might, Great God, our King.
Nothing has been found that would make us move toward a specific area that's why we are having to comb the entire mountainside.