Quotes About Movement

Now and then the workers are victorious, but only for a time. The real fruit of their battles lies, not in the immediate result, but in the ever expanding union of workers.

Venera spent much of that time as the queen of a buzzing hive of courier bikes, who zipped in from all six points of the compass to drop off and pick up dispatches.

To achieve victory we must mass our forces at the hub of all power and movement. The enemy's center of gravity

You can step in the same river but the water will always be new.

Ladies who lurch.

Giselle would rouse herself from her torpor occasionally (she moved like a particularly lazy cat) in order to despise something.

To be active is the primary vocation of man.

So the well educated man can learn to sing and dance well.

In fact man's career has been less like a mountain torrent hurtling from rock to rock, than a great sluggish river, broken very seldom by rapids.

The walking of Man is falling forwards.

The purpose of man is in action not thought.

Man is a restless creature, nomadic at heart.

It is only liquid currents of thought that move men and the world

For touching an adversary's man, when it cannot be captured, the offender must move his King.

The tide tarrieth no man.

Physical elegance comes from the body. This is no superficial matter but rather the way that man found to honour the way he places his two feet on the ground.

Man and the earth move in orbits: what they did before, they will do again.

Dance is the landscape of man's soul.

Nothing can doom man but the belief in doom, for this prevents the movement of return.

Man's life is a progress, not a station.

I've always considered myself a man of integrity as a leader of the American Indian Movement and of Indian people. I will stand that test against anyone at anytime, anywhere.

Can it be that action is active resignation? Something is trying to develop; it moves ever so slightly, and there comes your man of action and bashes in the hothouse windows.

There is a calm for you where men and women Unroll the chill precision of moving feet.

There, like the wind through woods in riot, Through him the gale of life blew high; The tree of man was never quiet: Then 'twas the Roman, now 'tis I.