A Quote by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Over all the mountain tops is peace. — © Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Over all the mountain tops is peace.
Over all the mountain tops is peace. In all treetops you perceive scarcely a breath. The little birds in the forest are silent. Wait then; soon, you too, will have peace.
Moral progress is a process of isolation; the mountain tops are lonely.
I meditate for the last time on this mountain that is bare, though others all around are white with snow. Like the bare peak of the koan, this one is not different from myself. I know this mountain because I am this mountain, I can feel it breathing at this moment, as its grass tops stray against the snows. If the snow leopard should leap from the rock above and manifest itself before me - S-A-A-O! - then in that moment of pure fright, out of my wits, I might truly perceive it, and be free.
The depth lies in the valleys where we seek her, and not upon the mountain-tops where she is found.
Be the same still mountain self and mountain peace no matter what the external conditions.
Doubly happy, however, is the man to whom lofty mountain tops are within reach.
There's something ever egotistical in mountain-tops and towers, and all other grand and lofty things.
Life is too short to nurse one's misery. Hurry across the lowlands so that you may spend more time on the mountain tops.
Come dance with the west wind and touch on the mountain tops Sail o'er the canyons and up to the stars And reach for the heavens and hope for the future And all that we can be and not what we are.
Bald as the bare mountain tops are bald, with a baldness full of grandeur.
Everyone praises the views you get from mountain tops, but no one talks about the views that they block.
It ends all things: birds, trees, flowers, mountain tops, and business; it grinds stones to sand, and as terrible as it is, and it's the most beautiful thing we have in our lives - time.
Look, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east! Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tip-toe on the misty mountain-tops.
Full many a glorious morn I have seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy.
Any time that you think you've hit the top of the mountain, the truth of the matter is you've just reached another mountain. And it's there to climb all over again.
Do the things that make perfect sense to you, [and] don't be afraid to shout it from the mountain tops just because it's outside the box or against the grain in your industry. More often than not, you're probably going to be right.
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