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Throw your hands and pull up those in the valley do the hill. However, press your feet on the ground so hard that you don__ fall into the same valley together. Some people__ helping hands became their grave digging tools!

You may not be able to move the mountain with one hit, but you can do so by picking up the rocks bit by bit! Stop loading yourself and go bit by bit... You will get there!

And if you couldn't be loved, the next best thing was to be let alone.

Up past the old lime kiln built into the side of a hill we take a hard right at a clearing lined by brittle apple trees still willing to bear fruit.I snap sticks beneath my feetand steal pictures of the view while you reach for something sweet, as much as it bowsto you.

Because of my father, we are that Shining City on a Hill.

Energy cogeneration on Capitol Hill makes economic and environmental sense and should be pursued for those reasons.

Faith Hill is a big role model.

Environmentalists hate sprawl - except when it comes to the size of their expansive pet legislation on Capitol Hill.

I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.

Running up a steep hill or up steps are fantastic ways of building explosive strength.

Heroes do not dwell in a time of peace; heroes are hardened in a kiln against the sorrows. Their troubles sharpen the blade and make it gleaming. The glint becomes a brightness that is raised high on a hill, allowing women and men to see beyond themselves. For light swallows darkness. Truth buries death. Heroes are not born. They are filled by Music.

Breath (from the book Blue Bridge)Whispering to myself With every step I take,Trying out names, for I know There is something yet to be called _..I know it, something up ahead Just around the bendOr over the rise _ A bird taking to the skyFrom the edge of a jagged cliff _ A bird floating outwardsIn silence _. A silence Waiting for a footstepTo crunch on stones, For a voice to fling upwardThrough sharp sunlight With a name_ callingBefore the bird could call Before the bird called.Oh the bird was there alright And sure it took flightWhen it heard me approach But it broke my heartWith a mighty croak!So I__ sitting here playing With a purple flowerSlender stem, no leaves Purple fizz __nd it__ quiet again. I am stillI am nothing And the hillIs a long, long slope Down, down, down to the seaFar below.I could roll I could runI could scream But I am nothing.A cool wind blows And the light is naked and namelessAnd the rocks are faces of angels And the bird in the sky wheelsAnd cries to forget the earth And its ancient bones __h, sensual pain _ Wings_. Wings_. Wings,Singing wings.If only I could begin To describe the emptinessWhich fills me to the brim With new breathI might almost lose my name And take instead a feather for my soul.

If a little hill of happiness would satisfy Chris, good for him. Butafter all these years of striving, hoping, dreaming, longing-I wanted amountain high! A hill wasn't enough.

For a weak person, every little hill is a giant mountain; for a strong person, every giant mountain is a little hill!

Be brave. Take the hill. But first answer the question, "What is my hill?

I never thought before,_ said Tirin unruffled, __f the fact that there are people sitting on a hill, up there, on Urras, looking at Anarres, at us, and saying, __ook, there__ the Moon._ Our earth is their Moon; our Moon is their earth._ __here, then, is Truth?_ declaimed Bedap, and yawned. __n the hill one happens to be sitting on,_ said Tirin.

If we misread the blueprint of our life, we need not be ashamed of backtracking on our chosen options. Admitting to mistakes may make us human and maybe great again. ("Sisyphus' hardship on the hill")