Quotes About Movement

Foi descendo a escada, evitando despertar os degraus.

A movement that begs for vengeance disguised as justice will not be as constructive or strong as beautiful as the movement that begs for peace!

Galloping here Galloping there Rollicking, frolicking, everywhere! (Tala's favorite part...)

In spite of the interventions of the black press, the antilynching movement, and U.S. popular culture, memories of the San Jose lynching, and the robust protest movement that followed, have disappeared. But this erasure is no anomaly: The desire to keep lynching a secret is a national pastime, and the impetus to forget is overwhelming.

Life is like riding a bicycle. You get nowhere standing up, so get up on that seat and go!

Step and land, step and land. That's all travel was. Throw in some running and a change of scenery. No big deal, right? And so, off he went. Off they went together.

Like the bodies of dancers or athletes, the minds of readers are genuinely happy and self-possessed only when cavorting around, doing their stretches and leaps and jumps to the tune of words.

Head held high and lips parted, she breathed in the music, sending it through her torso and arms and legs the way the Tai Chi teacher told us to breath the air, transforming it into energy, motion. Dancing is the body's song, and Bess sang.

but place is unimportant to a traveler, if that's what I can be called. If it were important, people couldn't bear to move on.

Before the council closed in 1965, it issued sixteen documents—constitutions, declarations, and decrees—that made many widespread decisions about the life of the church. In an interview Reverend Theodore K. Parker observed that although Vatican II did not specifically tell Catholics to go out and participate in the civil rights movement, those who were inclined to do so might have taken inspiration from Gaudium et spes (The Pastoral Constitution on the Church

The difficulties women faced in gaining the vote, like much of women's history, are often overlooked or forgotten or marginalized. Many younger women do not even know the story of the movement. It behooves us all to make a concerted effort to commemorate the triumphs of women and to tell their stories to the next generation. Victories cannot be taken for granted. There

When You don't know what to do, just do whatever comes next and go from there.

the People Power movement that in 1986 foiled Philippine dictator Ferdinand Marcos's effort to steal a "snap" presidential election;

Fear is why Fascism's emotional reach can extend to all levels of society. No political movement can flourish without popular support, but Fascism is as dependent on the wealthy and powerful as it is on the man or woman in the street—on those who have much to lose and those who have nothing at all.

The dress must not hang on the body but follow its lines. It must accompany its wearer and when a woman smiles the dress must smile with her.

and when he moved it was like watching oil spread across a lake, smooth and fluid, almost vicious

She moved like a wave herself, graceful, but with relentless, driving motion.

All I saw was his beauty, his singing limbs, the quick flickering of his feet.

Living with him was like standing beside the sea. Each day a different color, a different foam-capped height, but always the same restless intensity pulling towards the horizon.

In the sense of movement a boat is a living thing. It is a companion in the night. Each boat has its own manner and character." Travis McGee, 1985

Such afternoons the buses are crowded into line like elephants in a circusparade. Morningside Heights to Washington Square, Penn Station to Grant's Tomb. Parlorsnakes and flappers joggle hugging downtown uptown, hug joggling gray square after gray square, until they see the new moon giggling over Weehawken and feel the gusty wind of a dead Sunday blowing dust in their faces, dust of a typsy twilight.

The young man walks fast by himself through the crowd that thins into the night streets;

Your loyalty is not to a church or a movement, but to Jesus Christ.

In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through them; yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me.