Rocky Terrain Quotes

It is a vast wilderness of rocks in a sea of light, colored and glowing like oak and maple in autumn, when the sun gold is richest

Yet another spunky li'l NASA robot lands and begins transmitting back photographs of rocks that appear virtually identical to the rock photos beamed back by all the other spunky li'l NASA robots, thus confirming suspicions that the universe has a LOT of rocks in it.

My favorite place to go is Zabriskie Point in Death Valley. If you see it at sunrise and sunset, it's like you're on Mars.

Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are.

I love hiking in the mountains in Aspen. Breathing the clean, fresh air is great. Plus, it gives me a cardiovascular workout and firms my legs.

Don't say hit and mountain in the same sentence.

Independence, like honor, is a rocky island, without a beach.

Think Oman, and you think desert. But what we found was mile after mile of barren, spiky rubble, cliffs of jutting sharp rocks, unrelieved by a single piece of vegetation or water. We drove for hours across what felt like the surface of the moon. We saw goats foraging but couldn't work out what they could possibly be eating.

To a person sitting quietly at home, Rocky Mountain traveling, like Rocky Mountain scenery, must seem very monotonous; but not so to me, to whom the pure, dry mountain air is the elixir of life.

He had gone to the higher Sierras... [about Ralph Waldo Emerson's death]

The landscape everywhere, away from the river, is of rock - cliffs of rock; plateaus of rock; terraces of rock; crags of rock - ten thousand strangely carved forms.

What is that mountain goat doing way up here in the clouds?

Houston, that may have seemed like a very long final phase. The autotargeting was taking us right into a ... crater, with a large number of big boulders and rocks ... and it required ... flying manually over the rock field to find a reasonably good area.

The stones were sharp, The wind came at my back; Walking along the highway, Mincing like a cat.

Nineteen hundred meters up there is completely different from1,900 any place else. There's no air, there's no oxygen. There's no vegetation, there's no life. There's no life. Rocks. Any other climb there's vegetation, grass and trees. Not there on the Ventoux. It's more like the moon than a mountain.

Young bones groan And the rocks below say, "Throw your white body down!" But I'm going to meet the one I love At last

Here's a secret: fictive text doesn't necessarily flow easily. Most of the time it's more like cutting a highway through a mountain. You just have to keep working with your pick, chipping away at the rock, making slow progress.

The island Mayo is generally barren, being dry, as I said; and the best of it is but a very indifferent soil.

The more I see of deer, the more I admire them as mountaineers. They make their way into the heart of the roughest solitudes with smooth reserve of strength, through dense belts of brush and forest encumbered with fallen trees and boulder piles, across canons, roaring streams, and snow-fields, ever showing forth beauty and courage.

I grew up in the south, poor - on rock, dirt roads.

The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.

Of all the mountain ranges I have climbed, I like the Sierra Nevada the best.

In the American Southwest, I began a lifelong love affair with a pile of rock.

The only very rugged part of the route is in crossing the Big Horn mountain, which is about 30 miles wide.

There's big granite walls up toward the Argentine border, but the weather's serious, and a lot of the rock is mossy and wet.