The Way To Rainy Mountain Quotes & Sayings

If you don't love him, if you don't even care about him, then seeing him now shouldn't be all that painful. Should it? — Tess Gerritsen

When will I be home? I don't know.
In the mountains, in the rainy night,
The Autumn lake is flooded.
Someday we will be back together again.
We will sit in the candlelight by the West window.
And I will tell you how I remembered you
Tonight on the stormy mountain. — Li Shang-yin

God can give us words of comfort or direction, and we can be very excited, filled with faith, feeling bold and able to conquer the enemy. — Joyce Meyer

The way you make use of your brain, heart, and body, any consequence out of it, has to be faced by you. God or creator never interferes with your action or its consequence. Everything happens out of the process. — Roshan Sharma

I like to fish when it's not too hot. — Josh Turner

if sentient life recognised the futility of its existence, if it recognised that it had been born on the line and was eternally bonded to the perverted servitude of another who does not - and will never - hold council to discuss emancipation, then it is inevitable that birth rates among all self-aware creatures would plummet as reproduction itself would be viewed as an unconscionable and outrageous act of unforgivable selfishness. Being freely acting, morally autonomous, and presented with an insufferable reality, complex conscious life would find no option but to rebel, and to rebel completely by deploying the only weapon it had against the architect of its unforgiving world: a massive denial of service; self-administered, intentional extinction. Revolutionary suicide. — John Zande

When presented with a member of the opposite sex, some of us get numbers and some of us throw up. — Daria Snadowsky

To look upon that landscape in the early morning, with the sun at your back, is to lose the sense of proportion. — N. Scott Momaday

East of my grandmother's house the sun rises out of the plain. Once in his life a man ought to concentrate his mind upon remembered earth, I believe. He ought to give himself up to a particular landscape in his experience, to look at it from as many angles as he can, to wonder about it, to dwell upon it. He ought to imagine that he touches it with his hands at every season and listens to the sounds that are made upon it. He ought to imagine the creatures there and all the faintest motions of the wind. He ought to recollect the glare of noon and all the colors of the dawn and dusk. — N. Scott Momaday

You wanted to commit suicide and couldn't quite find the courage, two days in Jeddah would do the trick. With no movie houses, concerts, bars, mixed-sex coffee shops, or parties there was little to do at night and we drove down a highway that was almost deserted. — Terry Hayes