Quotes About Movement

The history of the past is but one long struggle upward to equality.

Like all creators, he knew well that strange feeling of movement within the spirit, comparable only to the first movement of the child within the womb, which causes the victim to say perhaps with excitement, perhaps with exasperation or exhaustion, "There is a new poem, a new picture, a new symphony coming, heaven help me." The movement had been unusually strong when he first knew about this clock.

Gregory Pluckrose is a man who enjoys sitting and reclining; if there has to be any movement, it is toward kitchen or buffet table, plate in hand.

Generalmente hablando, existen cinco tipos de meditaciones: meditación de atención plena, meditación espiritual, meditación enfocada, meditación del mantra y movimiento de meditación.

One theory has it that Bd was moved around the globe with shipments of African clawed frogs, which were used in the nineteen-fifties and sixties in pregnancy tests. (Female African clawed frogs, when injected with the urine of a pregnant woman, lay eggs within a few hours.)

One of the defining features of the Anthropocene is that the world is changing in ways that compel species to move, and another is that it's changing in ways that create barriers—roads, clear-cuts, cities—that prevent them from doing so.

bones and muscles, organs and skin, I want to take care of the gift of my body. I want to feed it well, move it gracefully, and rest it deeply. I know that the life force beats on, even when the heart has stopped, but while I have a heart and lungs, I want to treat them with sacred awe. And while I dwell with others who are just like me, I want to see them for who they really are, in all of their fragility and all of their majesty.

The year began to turn, a form moving lightly upon itself, but she minded nothing of the year, for her body had changed, and the hoe and the soil now cut each other sharply, visible and near. 'Jonas,' she said, over and over. It was a name, that was all, a name for something that was gone.

amanda thought about her addiction to being on the move. about whether she was running away or running toward.

Yesterday from my office window I saw a crippled girl negotiating her way across the street, her shoulders squarely braced. At each jerky movement her hair flew back like an annunciatory angel, and I saw she was the only dancer on the street.

A person can only move forward, she thinks. A person should only move forward.

It was the tall white windmills that came to her mind. How their skinny long arms all turned, but never together, except for just once in a while two of them would be turning in unison, their arms poised at the same place in the sky.

People always kept moving, her mother had said, it's the American way. Moving west, moving south, marrying up, marrying down, getting divorced—but moving.

but it was the doctor's body, the sudden way he moved the folders on his desk, the way he moved back from Harmon, that Harmon would always remember. As though he had known what Harmon didn't know, that lives get knit together like bones, and fractures might not heal.

Ela se lembrou do que era a esperança, e era isso. Aquela agitação interna que te impele, que faz você avançar pela vida como os barcos abaixo abrindo caminho pela água reluzente, como o avião avançando rumo a um lugar novo, onde precisavam dela.

Space has always been the spiritual dimension of architecture. It is not the physical statement of the structure so much as what it contains that moves us.

Starting in the early 1300s, Europe's Low Countries—today's Belgium, Netherlands, and northern Germany—became the epicenter of a lay religious movement that eventually swept as far south as Italy. Newly enriched by the rebirth of trade and industry in their corner of Europe, every port and market town saw the same unprecedented explosion of private piety, even religious mysticism.

Dingen kunnen nog zo rotsvast zitten, zolang je zelf maar blijft bewegen kun je ze altijd weer veranderen. Eén stap opzij, een stapje van niks is genoeg en heel de wereld oogt anders. Een mens moet in het leven zijn eigen coulissen verplaatsen.

Lighter than a cork I danced on the waves.

I have stretched ropes from bell-tower to bell-tower; garlands from window to window; chains of gold from star to star, and I dance.

Ho teso corde da campanile a campanile; ghirlande da finestra a finestra; catene d'oro da stella a stella, e danzo.

Estendi cordas de campanário a campanário; guirlandas de janela a janela; correntes de ouro de estrela a estrela, e danço.

Comme elle vous trouve immensément naïf, Tout en faisant trotter ses petites bottines, Elle se tourne, alerte et d'un mouvement vif.... Sur vos lèvres alors meurent les cavatines...

La Poésie ne rythmera plus l'action; elle sera en avant.