Where there is the necessary technical skill to move mountains, there is no need for the faith that moves mountains.
Faith moves mountains, but only knowledge moves them to the right place.
It's important to know that words don't move mountains. Work, exacting work moves mountains.
Before practicing meditation, we see that mountains are mountains. When we start to practice, we see that mountains are no longer mountains. After practicing a while, we see that mountains are again mountains. Now the mountains are very free. Our mind is still with the mountains, but it is no longer bound to anything.
To be ruthless requires belief that our life on earth is but a brief prelude to an afterlife, or a temporary sacrifice before some utopia can be instituted.
Where there is the necessary technical skill to move mountains, there is no need for the faith that moves mountains.
Faith moves mountains, if faith were easy there would be no mountains.
Watch nature, because it is your greatest teacher. It moves and flows and moves on again. There is an incredible beauty out there in the mountains, in the forests, to teach you it's silence, it's beauty, it's humility. Stay aligned to that.
Faith, enthusiasm, and passionate intensity in general are substitutes for the self-confidence born of experience and the possession of skill. Where there is the necessary skill to move mountains there is no need for the faith that moves mountains.
It is love, not faith, that moves mountains.
Never underestimate the power of funny, it moves mountains.
There was a windstorm in L.A., and the morning after there was no smog, and I could see the mountains. And I was like... 'There's mountains? Snowcap mountains?' That's insane; I've been there for thirteen years, and I've never seen that view before, seeing the mountains in the distance.
Faith no doubt moves mountains, but not necessarily to where we want them.
I'm a believer in The Word, which says "God moves mountains."
Faith moves mountains, but you have to keep pushing while you are praying.
Slow is fast, gentle is powerful and stillness moves mountains
The famous Zen parable about the master for whom, before his studies, mountains were only mountains, but during his studies mountains were no longer mountains, and afterward mountains were again mountains could be interpreted as an alleory about [the perpetual paradox that when one is closest to a destination one is also the farthest).