A Quote by Isaac Marion

I feel the flatline of my existence disrupting, forming heartbeat hills and valleys — © Isaac Marion
I feel the flatline of my existence disrupting, forming heartbeat hills and valleys
Out of the hills of Habersham, Down the valleys of Hall, I hurry amain to reach the plain; Run the rapid and leap the fall, Split at the rock, and together again Accept my bed, or narrow or wide, And flee from folly on every side With a lover's pain to attain the plain, Far from the hills of Habersham, Far from the valleys of Hall.
Life was created in the valleys. It blew up onto the hills on the old terrors, the old lusts, the old despairs. That's why you must walk up the hills so you can ride down.
Marriage is a journey. It's hills and valleys.
The growth of love is not a straight line, but a series of hills and valleys.
Life is a roller coaster. There are ups; there are downs. There are hills; there are valleys, peaks, and so on.
Learn to deal with the valleys and the hills will take care of themselves.
God descends to the humble as waters flow down from the hills into the valleys.
Territory is but the body of a nation. The people who inhabit its hills and valleys are its soul, its spirit, its life.
And at any moment it all ends with a heartbeat…just one heartbeat, and there’s no more time. One heartbeat and the chance to be saved is gone. One heartbeat and there’s no more choosing—it’s all sealed for eternal life or eternal death.
West of Arkham the hills rise wild, and there are valleys with deep woods that no axe has ever cut.
Because words were hills and valleys you traveled, so lovely sometimes that they hurt your eyes.
Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
If it's IN you to climb you must -- there are those who MUST lift their eyes to the hills -- they can't breathe properly in the valleys.
The hills and valleys of Heaven will be to those you now experience not as a copy is to an original, nor as the substitute is to the genuine article, but as the flower to the root, or the diamond to the coal.
East Yorkshire, to the uninitiated, just looks like a lot of little hills. But it does have these marvelous valleys that were caused by glaciers, not rivers. So it is unusual.
What an enthusiastic devotion is that which sends a man from the attractions of home, the ties of neighbourhood, the bonds of country, to range plains, valleys, hills, mountains, for a new flower.
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