Alpinism Famous Quotes & Sayings

My wife is my soul mate. I can't imagine being without her. — Matt Damon

I thought about him everyday until then. I started having these conversations with him in my head that you have when you meet someone you sense is going to be important in your life. — Deb Caletti

Definition: Alpinism is the art of going through the mountains confronting the greatest dangers with the biggest of cares. What we call art here, is the application of a knowledge to an action. — Rene Daumal

The soul of alpinism is to travel light and fast through a dangerous landscape in pursuit of a personal star. That is ascent. — Gregory Crouch

For me, the value of a climb is the sum of three inseparable elements, all equally important: aesthetics, history, and ethics. Together they form the whole basis of my concept of alpinism. Some people see no more in climbing mountains than an escape from the harsh realities of modern times. This is not only uninformed but unfair. I don't deny that there can be an element of escapism in mountaineering, but this should never overshadow its real essence, which is not escape but victory over your own human frailty. — Walter Bonatti

Skiing is the pleasurable part of alpinism - way more pleasurable and fun than alpine climbing. — Michael Kennedy

At the start of our together you were the prelude to a vast orchestration. at the end of it all you will have been the most profound and enduring music of my life. — Mary Anne Radmacher

Within alpinism's narrow framework we seek transcendence and relentlessly pursue what remains hidden from us on flat ground: our true selves. — Steve House

I wondered what my mother would say. She would be happy that I found a guy like Caleb, but
she would still be wary of him. My father had gifted us both with a package of suspicion that sat like
a teeth baring watchdog in our minds. "Guard your heart, so it doesn't get broken like mine," my mother would say as often as twice a week. — Tarryn Fisher

I want to go out into the country, I want to thread the pale Spring air, and hear the lambs cry. I want to brush my face against the grass, and wade in a wave of bluebells. — Stella Benson