Quotes About Movement

No puedo meditar sino andando; tan pronto como me detengo, dejo de meditar; mi cabeza no funciona sino al compás de mis pies.   JEAN-JACQUES ROUSSEAU, Las confesiones

No matter how strongly and perfectly constructed, or how powerful a locomotive may be, unless the water is heated to 212 degrees, the train will not move an inch. Warm water, water even at the boiling point, will not answer.

I could read and walk four miles an hour.

Today, one of the brothers asked me: Is it a terrible prison, not to be able to move from the place where you're standing? You answered... I told him that I am now more free than he is. The inability to move frees me from the obligation to act. You who speak languages, you are such liars.

The other boys started to complain that pushing off walls was movement, not combat. There is no combat without movement, Ender said.

if he maintained that speed and went outside, the ship would appear to him as if it wasn't moving at all since he would be moving at the same velocity. But going outside at a high velocity was risky. He'd expose himself to gamma radiation and the threat of micrometeoroids. Getting hit by a tiny rock particle would likely be fatal. Victor couldn't take that risk. Not with so much at stake. It would

launches usually moved into the armies together

The war on apathy moved much slower than real wars fought on the ground.

Puurheid in beweging.

A flying chocolate wrapper touched against a fire hydrant. Taxi doors slammed. Bits of trash sparred in the darkest reaches of the alleyways. Sneakers found their sweetspots. The leather of briefcases rubbed against trouserlegs. A few umbrella tips clinked against the pavement. Revolving doors pushed quarters of conversation out into the street.

roads were made for journeys not destinations

The passing of armies and the passing of sands in the desert are one.

The truth is that everyone is under arrest. Or soon will be. They dont have to restrict your movements. They just have to know where you are.

whoever approaches his goal dances

Bears that dance, bears that don't.

He rode out in the dark long before daylight and he rode the sun up and he rode it down again. In the oncoming years a terrible drought struck west Texas. He moved on. There was no work in that country anywhere. Pasture gates stood open and sand drifted in the roads and after a few years it was rare to see stock of any kind and he rode on. Days of the world. Years of the world. Till he was old.

watching the flames twist in the wind.

Like the great pendulum in its rotunda scribing through the long day movements of the universe of which you may say it knows nothing and yet know it must.

Deployed upon that plain they moved in a constant elision, ordained agents of the actual dividing out the world which they encountered and leaving what had been and what would never be alike extinguished on the ground behind them.

What's in a shadow? Do they move along at the speed of the light that casts them? How deep do they get?

Out of their anterior lives they had arrived at the same understanding as their fathers before them. That movement itself is a form of property.

The small sands in that waste was all there was for the wind to move and it moved with a constant migratory seething upon itself. As if in its ultimate granulation the world sought some stay against its own eternal wheeling.

The cranes were moving south and he watched their thin echelons trail along those unseen corridors writ in their blood a hundred thousand years.

I know that small acts of valor may be all that is visible of great movements of courage within.