Quotes About Walking

Still I kept walking. I walked and walked. And from time to time I stopped and said to myself: Wake up, Auxilio. Nobody can endure this. And yet I knew I could endure it. So I baptized my right leg Willpower and my left leg Necessity. And I endured.

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You will forget whoever it was that said never trust a thought doesn't come while walking. But clutch at it. Apartments can shrink inward like drying ponds.

By entering the cave of mind and walking into fire. By making shadows bleed. You can feel life completely by taking it away.

People who dislike budging from their homes or walking beyond their own backyards--and they are always and everywhere in the majority--treat Herodotus' sort, fundamentally unconnected to anyone or anything, as freaks, fanatics, lunatics even.

Above all, do not lose your desire to walk: every day I walk myself into a state of well being and walk away from every illness. I have walked myself into my best thoughts, and I know of no thought so burdensome that one cannot walk away from it.

Tap for all del ikke lysten til å gå: jeg går meg til det daglige velbefinnende hver dag og går fra enhver sykdom; jeg har gått meg til mine beste tanker og jeg kjenner ingen tanke så tung at man ikke kan gå fra den.

What is it? said Jeanne, when Diana was gone; you look rather gloomy. Why, yes. What has happened? Oh, mon Dieu! an accident. To you? Not precisely to me, but to a person who was near me. Who was it? The person I was walking with. M. de Monsoreau? Alas! yes; poor dear man. What has happened to him? I believe he is dead. Dead! cried Jeanne, starting back in horror. Just so. He who was here just now talking… Yes, that is just the cause of his death - he talked too much.

Anyone who wants to understand something of the elemental nature of our history should try to walk through it, should listen for the natural sounds our ancestors heard, smell the hedgerow honeysuckle and the pungent, grassy, milky stink of cowshit, look up and know something of shifts in the weather and the transit of the seasons and feel the earth that once was grained into their hands.

She left WCF and stepped into the still, chilly air. She loved walking and didn't even mind the cold that much—though she still missed sunny, temperate So-Cal.

Glokta's walking made a steady rhythm on the grimy tiles of the floor. First the confident click of his right heel, then the tap of his cane, then the endless sliding of his left foot, with the familiar stabbing pains in the ankle, knee, arse and back. Click, tap, pain. That was the rhythm of his walking.

I had felt so goddamn strong and immortal. Old age and death were as wild and improbable as some drunken story about walking across the face of a star.

My body isn't designed for walking. It's entirely the wrong shape. The legs are far too short and the whole trunk is shaped exactly to fit into seats and be carried comfortably to its destination, preferably by something fast and exciting, such as a sports car or a helicopter.

I write in the morning, I walk in the afternoon and I read in the evening. It's a very easy, lovely life.

Walking takes longer... than any other known form of locomotion except crawling. Thus it stretches time and prolongs life. Life is already too short to waste on speed.

There are some good things to be said about walking. Not many, but some. Walking takes longer, for example, than any other known form of locomotion except crawling. Thus it stretches time and prolongs life.

There is this to be said for walking: It's the one mode of human locomotion by which a man proceeds on his own two feet, upright, erect, as a man should be, not squatting on his rear haunches like a frog.

Walking is the only form of transportation in which a man proceeds erect - like a man - on his own legs, under his own power. There is immense satisfaction in that.

There is this to be said for walking: it is the one method of human locomotion by which a man or woman proceeds erect, upright, proud and independent, not squatting on the haunches like a frog. Little boys love machines. Grown-up mean and women like to walk.

Golf is a lot of walking, broken up by disappointment and bad arithmetic.

Keep your bike in good repair: motorcycle boots are not comfortable for walking.

Valencia is a pure Mediterranean city; it is a city like Naples or Palermo, like Rome a little bit. Walking in the old town has a little bit of the flavor of the old city of Rome.

I always wear flat shoes, because I can't walk in anything else.

When you walk, your brain is working better. More blood flow.