Quotes About Stroll

I don't know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, which is what I have been doing all day. Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

I don't know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, which is what I have been doing all day. Tell me, what else should I have done?

I don't know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, which is what I have been doing all day. Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

But how do you get those particular clusters of neurons to fire at the right time? One way is to go for a walk. The history of innovation is replete with stories of good ideas that occurred to people while they were out on a stroll. (A similar phenomenon occurs with long showers or soaks in a tub; in fact, the original "eureka" moment—Archimedes hitting upon a way of measuring the volume of irregular shapes—occurred in a bathtub.)

And how would you get it?" Jayfeather mewed. "Just stroll up to a fox and say, 'Please make some dirt for me?' I don't think so.

We were too late for the elevated, and walked back downtown through Hanover Street. I remember that wall. We switched from Tremont up Beacon, and Pickman left me at the corner of Joy, where I turned off. I never spoke to him again.

The trees encountered on a country stroll Reveal a lot about that country's soul ... A culture is no better than its woods.

One afternoon, she went to Washington Square

Bullseye. Well, almost. The cleaver misses his ear by a mere inch. He stops short, but he doesn't turn around. Instead he squares his shoulders then resumes his stroll out the door.

I just like to walk around New York, just put my iPod on and walk around.

My life is like a stroll upon the beach, as near to the ocean's edge as I can go.

we got up and walked down Piccadilly. Jonathan was holding me by the arm, the way he used to in the old days before I went to school. I felt it very improper, for you can't go on for some years teaching etiquette and decorum to other girls without the pedantry of it biting into yourself a bit; but it was Jonathan, and he was my husband, and we didn't know anybody who saw us - and we didn't care if they did - so on we walked.

I've always loved books. I'm passionate about them. I think books are sexy. They are smooth and solid and contain delightful surprises. They smell good. They fit into a handbag and can be carried around and opened at will. They don't change. They are what they are and nothing else. One day I want to own a lot of books and have them nbear to me in my house, so that I can stroll to my bookshelves and choose what I fancy. I want a harem. I shall keep my favourites by my bed.

Few are the occasions when life allows us to stroll through our dreams, caressing a lost memory with our hands.

We hurried out of the lodge. Dana was walking into the woods--toward the spot where we saw the monster! We ran across the snow and ducked into the woods. Ahead of us, we could hear Dana's footsteps crunching on the snow and ice. Crunch, crunch, crunch. Dana marched quickly along the path. "She's not out for a stroll, that's for sure," I whispered. "She's walking too fast.

He got out in a middle-aged kind of way, locked the car, and ambled along.

A few minutes later Bill Tomlin slipped away from the group and followed Ellen down portside. Presently their voices, half-talking, half-laughing, could be heard against the sound of splashing waves. The other couples strolled about the deck, enjoying the mild breezes and stopping to watch the moon's reflection ripple on the water.

There is a dignity about the social intercourse of old Indians which reminds me of a stroll through a winter forest ." — Frederick Remington

Do I need to go for a stroll? (Sin) Nay. I'm merely trying to kill your brother. (Maggie)

He sauntered. To stray is human. To saunter is Parisian. In

Well, I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death." He blinked. "There is a fine line between sarcasm and outright hostility, and you seem to have crossed it. What's up?

Well I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death.

Call it walking meditation or a neighborhood stroll; by whatever name suits you, rediscover the art of meandering.

I actually walk through Washington Square Park a lot.