Quotes About Movement

This is how you get unstuck. You reach.

The bull, I acknowledged grimly, could be in either direction, since I hadn't seen where he'd run once I closed my eyes. I could only choose between the bull that would take me back and the bull that would take me forward.

Foot speed was a profoundly different way of moving through the world than my normal modes of travel. Miles weren't things that blazed dully past. They were long, intimate straggles of weeds and clumps of dirt, blades of grass and flowers that bent in the wind, trees that lumbered and screeched.

I wasn't even thinking, What have I gotten myself into? I was thinking only of moving myself forward. My mind was a crystal vase that contained only that one desire. My body was its opposite: a bag of broken glass. Every time I moved, it hurt. I counted my steps to take my mind off the pain, silently ticking the numbers off in my head to one hundred before starting over again. The blocks of numbers made the walk slightly more bearable, as if I only had to go to the end of each one.

What is hiking but walking, after all ?

I could only choose between the bull that would take me back and the bull that would take me forward. And so I walked on.

As he moved, he tried to figure out what he'd do if he got caught. What could he say? It's okay, guys. Since I'm the whole police force, that means I'm the SWAT team as well, and I'm practicing my sneaking-up techniques. Helping to keep Ice Island safe for democracy.

Let me be a free man - free to travel, free to stop, free to work.

Traverse: One of two ways to stop while skiing. Tree: The other method.

Exercise, play, move. Stretch, feel, reach, sweat. Skip, dance, hug! Use the body God gave you, don't let it rot.

Light of the moon Moves west, flowers' shadows Creep eastward.

Sometimes I feel that life is passing me by, not slowly either, but with ropes of steam and spark-spattered wheels and a hoarse roar of power or terror. It's passing, yet I'm the one who is doing all the moving. I'm not the station, I'm not the stop; I'm the train. I'm the train.

How do you approach the wheel of time — do you ride her stick your foot in her gears ignore her slow grinding write poems of her elusive movement sync yourself with her dance or cry out in the cold night of her injustice & indifference?

Trust only movement. Life happens at the level of events, not of words. Trust movement.

Above all, do not lose your desire to walk: every day I walk myself into a state of well-being and walk away from every illness; I have walked myself into my best thoughts, and I know of no thought so burdensome that one cannot walk away from it.

My Feet they haul me Round the House, They Hoist me up the Stairs; I only have to Steer them, and They Ride me Everywhere!

Walking is good for solving problems — it's like the feet are little psychiatrists.

Walking gets the body moving, the blood moving, the mind moving. And movement is life.

I have remarked a perfect analogy in the language, movement of the body of a person, and his handwriting. The more I compare different handwritings, the more am I convinced that handwriting is the expression of the character of him who writes.

[I]t behooves us as true Americans to enter the splendid new movement which is endeavoring to make the Fourth over from a day of shallow jingoism and unmeaning brutality and carnage into a day of initiation into the meaning of true citizenship and a festival of deep and genuine and beautiful patriotism.

Dancing with the feet is one thing, but dancing with the heart is another.

Sitting is the new smoking.

Sitting kills, moving heals.

Keep the air. Nature says, 'Thou shalt walk, skate, swim, ride, run.' When you have worn out your shoes, the strength of the sole leather has passed into the fibre of your body. I measure your health by the number of shoes & hats & clothes you have worn out. He is the richest man who pays the largest debt to his shoemaker.