#limb

First I shake the whole Apple tree, that the ripest might fall. Then I climb the tree and shake each limb, and then each branch and then each twig, and then I look under each leaf. ↗

— Martin Luther

#branch #climb #each #fall #first

I have lots of other mountains that I would like to climb. I have no dream of Everest, but there are some, like Mount Fuji, I'd like to do. ↗

— Christy Turlington

#dream #everest #i #like #lots

Have you ever wondered what language they speak in Limbo? ↗

— Lee T. Gallup

#humor #inspirational #limbo #purgatory #inspirational

I thought climbing the Devil's Thumb would fix all that was wrong with my life. In the end, of course, it changed almost nothing. But I came to appreciate that mountains make poor receptacles for dreams. ↗

— Jon Krakauer

#climbing #into-the-wild #krakauer #change

White people love rock climbing almost more than they love camping. This is because the activity affords them the opportunity to be outside, to use a carabiner for something other than their keys, and to purchase a whole new set of expensive activity-specific clothing and accessories. ↗

— Christian Lander

#recreation #rock-climbing #white-people #love

He pictures amputated human arms flopping like fish down the center of the road; syringes floating on beds of liposuctioned fat; gelatinous human eyeballs wiggling merrily as they roll down the highway; and so on. He could imagine other such grotesque stuff, but chooses not to. ↗

— Dan Chaon

#grotesque #limbs #imagination

His eyes so dim, so wasted each limb, that, heedless of grammar, they all cried, that's him! ↗

— Richard Harris Barham

#dim #each #eyes #grammar #heedless

I enjoy every climb - maybe it's because it's a literal dance between life and death. ↗

— Alain Robert

#between #climb #dance #death #enjoy

The wish to hurt, the momentary intoxication with pain, is the loophole through which the pervert climbs into the minds of ordinary men. ↗

— Jacob Bronowski

#hurt #into #intoxication #loophole #men

So here is one of my theories on happiness: we cannot know if we have lived a truly happy life until the very end. This view of life and death was reinforced by my close witnessing of the buildup to the death of Philip Gould. Philip was without doubt my closest friend in politics. When he died, I felt like I had lost a limb. ↗

— Alastair Campbell

#close #closest #closest friend #death #died