Quotes About Motion

Speed kills colour... the gyroscope, when turning at full speed, shows up gray.

Every time you wink the stars move.

Any time I'm in a moving thing, like an airplane, I'm usually asleep before we even get on our way.

Why, I hold fate Clasped in my fist, and could command the course Of time's eternal motion, hadst thou been One thought more steady than an ebbing sea.

On the 17th of May, the Delos put out to sea. I was immediately affected with sea-sickness, which, however, lasted but a short time. I remained on deck constantly, forcing myself to exercise.

If you're constantly moving, you can get in a monotony that's just as equally boring as sitting still for a long period of time.

The world is still spinning and so are we and so are you. When the spinning stops - that'll be the time to worry. Not before.

Trains, like time and tide, stop for no one.

Gravity is on duty all of the time.

Speed is relative. You have to live it. You can't just jump into it. You have to live it all the time.

You can, when Time is ripe, swope to your feet - at your full height - at a single gesture. Ready to go where? Why... Wherever God motions.

Time is a snow globe; you shake it and everything changes.

Life was to me a horse to whose motion one yields, but only after having trained the animal to the utmost.

what thrills me about trains is not their size or their equipment but the fact that they are moving, that they embody a connection between unseen places.

But watching Sylvie seemed very much like dreaming, because the motion was always the same, and was necessary, and arduous, and without issue, and repeated, not as one motion in a series, but as the same motion repeated because here was the mystery, if one could find it.

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And I saw a man- go up to one of the doors of the train and press a big button next to it and the doors were electric and they slid open and I liked that.

The room, as she saw it, was a web of motion, a symphony of mischievou dancing particles quite like the smooth and placid notes of a fine concerto.

You know, said Al in a daze of hunger and cold, when you see this, you realize that despite all the crap that goes on in the cities, despite all the words and accusations, the country has balance and momentum. The whole thing is symmetrical and beautiful; it works. The cities are like bulbs on a Christmas tree. They may bum, swell, and shatter, but the green stays green. Look at it, he said, eyes fixed on the horizon, not unmoved by the motion of the train. Look at it. It's alive.

the greater the stillness, the farther you could travel, until, in absolute immobility, you achieved absolute speed.

Don't confuse activity with action.

The fixed is the world without fire- dead flint, dead tinder, and nowhere a spark. It is motion without direction, force without power, the aimless procession of caterpillars round the rim of a vase, and I hate it because at any moment I myself might step to that charmed and glistening thread.

I have walked, my lord, and am warm. I never walk,—never could walk. I don't know why it is, but my legs won't walk. Perhaps you never tried. Yes, I have.

It says yes, in blue, in foam, in a gallop. It says no, then no. It cannot be still. My name is sea, it repeats, striking a stone but not convincing it. Then with the seven green tongues, of seven green tigers, of seven green seas, it caresses it, kisses it, wets it, and pounds on its chest, repeating its own name.