Quotes About Movement

I try to look for tempo in my run-up to make sure my knees are lifting up instead of going long. That brings an energy to my run-up, try and make myself feel as tall as I can.

there is a prejuidice imposed on us by our brief window of consciousness: things that move are alive, things that don't are dead.

Keep on truckin'.

He concentrated on braking, shifting, accelerating. Death could not find him. He was moving too fast for it.

Jean Behra, the French driver, said: "Only those who do not move, do not die; but are they not already dead?

She had rode all morning

Light in Nature creates the movement of colors.

his nails clicked and clacked

Krasnopresnenskaya Nab, marching

A pantherish twist and shift of his body avoided the blundering rush of two yellow swordsmen, and the blade of one missing its objective, was sheathed in the breast of the other. A

He was like a tiger among baboons as he leaped, side-stepped and spun, offering an ever-moving target, while his ax wove a shining wheel of death about him. For

Strike the tent.

Let the tent be struck.

All motion is relative. Perhaps it is you who have moved away-by standing still

Once a structure exists, energy moves through that structure by the path of least resistance. In other words, energy moves where it is easiest for it to go.

Dancing is a vertical expression of a horizontal desire.

Live a balanced life - learn some and think some and draw some and paint some and sing and dance and play and work everyday some.

Robin turned her iPad so that Strike could see it. He moved his chair in: Robin felt his knee bump hers.

If you had been there you would not have noticed. You would not have noticed your own stillness in this thin slice of time. But, if you had been there and you had, in some unfathomable way, recorded the stillness, taken a negative of it as the glass plate receives the light, to be developed later, you would have known, when the thought, the recollection was finally developed, that this was the moment it began. The clock ticked. The hour struck. Everything moved again. The train was late.

If you had been there you would not have noticed. You would not have noticed you own stillness in this thin slice of time. But, if you had been there and you had, in some unfathomable way, recorded the stillness, taken a negative of it as the glass plate receives the light, to be developed later, you would have known, when the thought, the recollection was finally developed, that this was the moment it began. The clock ticked. The hour struck. Everything moved again. The train was late.

One may prefer spring and summer to autumn and winter, but preference is hardly to the point. The earth turns, and we live in the grain of nature, turning with it.

Her pretty feet, like snails, did creepA little out, and then,As if they played at bo-peep,Did soon draw in again.

So movement by movement the gorgeous drama was enacted; the murmuring of the crowds died to a stillness that was but one wordless prayer as the tiny White Disc rose between the white hands, and the thin angelic music pealed in the dome. For here was the one hope of these thousands, as mighty and as little as once within the Manger. There was none other that fought for them but only God.

So move before the wave. If you don't you'll end up flailing in its backwash.