#hill

All the business of war, and indeed all the business of life, is to endeavour to find out what you don't know by what you do; that's what I called 'guess what was at the other side of the hill'. ↗

— Duke of Wellington

#called #endeavour #find #guess #hill

I ruptured my plantaris muscle. It runs through the calf and goes down the side of your achilles and stretches right to the heel. ↗

— Lee Westwood

#calf #down #goes #heel #i

The parish I live in is a very abrupt, uneven country, full of hills and woods, and therefore full of birds. ↗

— Gilbert White

#birds #country #full #hills #i

A liberal is a person who believes that water can be made to run uphill. A conservative is someone who believes everybody should pay for his water. I'm somewhere in between: I believe water should be free, but that water flows downhill. ↗

— Theodore White

#believes #between #conservative #downhill #everybody

I'm no hillbilly singer. ↗

— Elvis Presley

#i #singer

I am a conservative type of person, so sometimes when I'm chilling with myself, people always come ask me, 'What's wrong with you? What are you wondering about?' ↗

— Wayne Wonder

#always #am #ask #chilling #come

No house should ever be on a hill or on anything. It should be of the hill. Belonging to it. Hill and house should live together each the happier for the other. ↗

— Frank Lloyd Wright

#belonging #each #ever #happier #hill

Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#bucket #choose #companions #down #draws

One way to get high blood pressure is to go mountain climbing over molehills. ↗

— Earl Wilson

#blood pressure #climbing #get #go #high

Finders keepers!" Ian shouted, scooping up the overlay and hopping onto a rock outcropping. "You cheater!" Amy was furious. No way was he going to get away with that. She climbed the rock, matching him step for step until she reached the top. There he turned to her, panting for breath. "Not bad for a Cahill," he said, grinning. "You --y-y-you--" The words caught in her throat, the way they always did. He was staring at her, his eyes dancing with laughter, making her so knotted up with anger and hatred that she thought she would explode. "C-c-can't--" But in that moment, something totally weird happened. Maybe it was a flip of his head, a movement in his eyebrow, she couldn't tell. But it was as if someone had suddenly held a painting at a different angle, and what appeared to be a stormy sea transformed into a bright bouquet -- a trick of the eye that proved everything was just a matter of perspective. His eyes were not mocking at all. They were inviting her, asking her to laugh along. Suddenly, her rage billowed up and blew off in wisps, like a cloud. "You're ... a Cahill, too," she replied. "Touche." His eyes didn't move a millimeter from hers. This time she met his gaze. Solidly. This time she didn't feel like apologizing or attacking or running away. She wouldn't have minded if he just stared like that all day. ↗

— Peter Lerangis

#cahill #ian #kabra #love #anger