Quotes About Walking

I me memorize a lot of poetry, too, so I'l have something to be saying to myself on long walks. A poem to repeat, either aloud or silently, will help you over a hill or on a long mile as surely as a neighbour who stops his team and gives you a lift.

Dear sidewalk, Please get wider...Sincerely, third friend walking behind feeling excluded.

I am forever walking upon these shores, Betwixt the sand and the foam, The high tide will erase my food prints, And the wind will blow away the foam, But the sea and the shore will remain forever.

I just remember that disturbing feeling of walking into that prison, the complete loss of privacy, the complete loss of stimulation, dignity.

If I see LeBron walking down the street, it's not going to be no fistfight. I've got a lot of respect for him.

Because I'm one of five people in Los Angeles who doesn't drive, I walk a lot.

Race walking is hard. Trying to do it while maintaining a conversation is much harder.

She lengthened her stride, aware at every step of how long she'd been sitting at a desk and how much her body rejoiced in this simple act of walking on the beach in the sun.

And the farther I walked away, the more upset I got, at the loss of one of the few stable and unchanging docking-points in the world that I'd taken for granted: familiar faces, glad greetings...

and the farther I walked away, the more upset I got, at the loss of one of the few stable and unchanging docking-points in the world that I'd taken for granted.

If we run into any legionnaires we'll say we're out hiking and show them our forged imperial identity papers." "What is hiking?" Alain asked. "Walking for fun," Mari explained. "I mean, you're walking long distances, but not because you have to. For fun." Alain gazed steadily at her. "Walking long distances, for fun. Are you saying a joke?" Mari shook her head. "I know it sounds like that, but people really do it.

Hope is like a giant soap bubble, and you roll around inside it, smiling while it deflates, slowly, cruelly, until you're walking around with this sticky consistency, wrapped across your flesh.

Our land moved in grassy waves toward the water. The land ended at the water. Maybe my mother had forgotten this. And kept on walking.

When I am feeling rotten, I like to walk. When you walk, there's a kind of rhythm. Your mind slows down to match your body. Your thoughts start to go in lazy, comfortable circles.

we both knew we were talking nonsense. The habit of involvement is not easily broken. It is even more pervasive than the habit of noninvolvement, the habit of walking away when the action starts.

That glory was shared with us; we became, in G. K. Chesterton's words, "a statue of God walking about the garden," endowed with a strength and beauty all our own. All that we ever wished we could be, we were—and more. We were fully alive.

The nurses at River Bend reported that Nana sometimes shouted at the golfers. "If you're doing this for exercise, just keep walking—don't keep stopping!" my grandmother yelled at them. It

Heather moved her fingers all the while they were walking, as if she were unconsciously playing a piano or an organ.

Phineas just walked serenely on, or rather flowed on, rolling forward in his white sneakers with such unthinking unity of movement that walk didn't describe it.

Parking's expensive, so I walk or ride my bike, which is good because my girlfriend's getting her PhD as an environmental engineer.

When faced with senseless drama, spiteful criticisms and misguided opinions, walking away is the best way to stand up for yourself. To respond with anger is an endorsement of their attitude.

current. "He is a weapon, a killer. Do not forget it. You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.

I know what I want is impossible. If I can make my language flat enough, exact enough, if I can rinse each sentence clean enough, like washing a stone over and over again in river water, if I can find the right perch or crevice from which to record everything, if I can give myself enough white space, maybe I could do it. I could tell you this story while walking out of this story. I could—it all could—just disappear.

And if a minister be obliged to consider the ways, light, knowledge, and walking of his flock, in his preaching unto them, that what he teacheth may be suited unto their edification, he is no less bound unto the same consideration in his prayers also with them and for them, if he intend to pray unto their use and profit.