Quotes About Movement

I go through to lie on my bed and leave the light offI watch the city lightes move accross the ceiling, splintering up the darkness. It's not ever really dark in our room. Even with the lights off, the cars and neons and street lights leave a glow all the time.

Gather No moss you rolling stones. Nothing thought out atones For no flight In the light.

waste our lives moving in a circle, in the most constricted space. We sacrifice all freedom.

Life is completely different when you live near a railway station. It feels as if you're just passing through. Everything is temporary. One day or another, you'll hop on a train.

Too much talking," I say. "Not enough running.

Life equals running and when we stop running, maybe that's how we'll know life is finally finished.

Quizá lo bello sea moverse según la propia naturaleza.

Beyond all other trees," she said with a curl of a smile on her elegant mouth, "the willow moves to the wind's desire.

every piece of the laughing was a tiny bird come tumbling out to fly around the room.

You remind me of a willow." She said easily. "Strong, deep-rooted, and hidden. You move easily when the storm comes, but never farther than you wish.

She took another step. The simple motion of her moving leg was like a dance, the unexaggerated shifting of her hip entrancing as a fire. The arch of her bare foot said more of sex than anything I'd seen in my young life.

A poet! I should have known you for a poet by how your body moved.

It is not a place you travel to, it is the place you pass through while on your way to somewhere else.

Denna moved through the crowd with slow grace. Not the stiffness that passes for grace in courtly settings, but a natural leisure of movement. A cat does not think of stretching, it stretches. But a tree does not even do this. A tree simply sways without the effort of moving itself. That is how she moved.

Moving was a lesson in punitive anatomy.

natural leisure of movement. A cat does not think of stretching, it stretches. But a tree does not even do this. A tree simply sways without the effort of moving itself.

Hermes was always moving, even when he stood still. Think of him as a god with ADHD on a double espresso in a room full of shiny objects. Some

Human behavior is a series of lunges, of which, it is sometimes sensed, the direction is inevitable.

Swallows flew, the scythes of their wings mowing the light.

I believe in movement. I believe in that lighthearted balloon, the world. I believe in midnight and the hour of noon. But what else do I believe in? Sometimes everything. Sometimes nothing. It fluctuates like light flitting over a pond.

Shard by shard we are released from the tyranny of so-called time. A curtain of purple wisteria partially conceals the entrance to a familiar garden... In a wink, a lifetime, we pass through the infinite movements of a silent overture.

A wind picked up and I could feel the sea within it.

Perhaps it's not where we're going but just that we go.

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