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The LORD descended to the top of Mount Sinai and called Moses to the summit. So Moses went up,
— Exodus 19:20
come on up." "Up?
— Kristen Heitzmann
St. Paul would say to the philosophers that God created man so that he would seek the Divine, try to attain the Divine. That is why all pre-Christian philosophy is theological at its summit.
— Hans Urs von Balthasar
He said: “The LORD roars from Zion and raises His voice from Jerusalem; the pastures of the shepherds mourn, and the summit of Carmel withers.”
— Amos 1:2
When David had gone a little beyond the summit, Ziba the servant of Mephibosheth was there to meet him. He had a pair of saddled donkeys loaded with two hundred loaves of bread, a hundred clusters of raisins, a hundred summer fruits, and a skin of wine.
— 2 Samuel 16:1
The fading flower of his beautiful splendor, set on the summit above the fertile valley, will be like a ripe fig before the summer harvest: Whoever sees it will take it in his hand and swallow it.
— Isaiah 28:4
When David came to the summit, where he used to worship God, Hushai the Archite was there to meet him with his robe torn and dust on his head.
— 2 Samuel 15:32
The Eucharist is the source and summit of the Christian life
— Pope John Paul II
You who occupy the mountain summit, though you elevate your nest like the eagle, even from there I will bring you down. Jeremiah 49:16
— Beth Moore
Truth is the summit of being; justice is the application of it to affairs.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
Truth is the summit of being; justice is the application of it to affairs.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
She was climbing up those branches, this way and that, laying hands on one flower and then another. Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose, she read, and so reading she was ascending, she felt, on to the top, on to the summit. How satisfying! How restful! All the odds and ends of the day stuck to this magnet; her mind felt swept, felt clean. And then there it was, suddenly entire; she held it in her hands, beautiful and reasonable, clear and complete, here—the sonnet.
— Virginia Woolf