“A voice said, “Climb.” And he said, “How shall I climb?the mountains are so steep that I cannot climb.”The voice said, “Climb or die.”He said, “But how?I see no way up those steep ascents. This that is asked is too hard for me.”The voice said, “Climb, or perish, soul and body of theemind and spirit of thee. There is no second chance for any son of man. Climb or die.”Then he remembered that he had read in the books of the bravest climbers on the hills of the earth that sometimes they were aware of the presence of a Companion on the mountains who was not one of the earthly party of climbers. And he rememberd a word in the Book of Mountaineers…it heartened him,for it told him that he was created to walk in precarious places, not on the easy levels of life.” ― Amy Carmichael, A Very Present Help: Life Messages of Great Christans

“On top of old Smokey,All covered in snow,I lost my true loverBy courting too slow.On top of old Smokey,I went there to weepFor a false-hearted loverIs worse than a thief.For a thief he will rob you,And take what you have,But a false-hearted loverWill put you in your grave.They’ll hug you and kiss youAnd tell you more liesThan cross ties on the railroadOr the stars in the skies.So come all you young maidensAnd listen to me:Never place your affectionsOn a green willow tree,For the leaves they will whitherAnd the roots will die,And you’ll all be forsakenAnd never know why.” ― Anonymous

“The town of North Falls consisted of twenty-eight square miles positioned on a high plateau in the southern region of the Green Mountain range. It had the highest altitude of any village in the state, which meant the snow came early and it came often. It also meant that the first thing anybody noticed about the town was the church steeple. The rotting whitewashed wood and the slatted oval window and the copper spire all connected to the simple wood framing. It was the highest point in the state, and people liked to say that it was closer to God than anywhere else in Vermont. Not that it did the town much good.” ― Ian Pisarcik, Before Familiar Woods