Quotes About Motion

Sure there is music even in the beauty, and the silent note which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument. For there is music wherever there is harmony, order and proportion; and thus far we may maintain the music of the spheres; for those well ordered motions, and regular paces, though they give no sound unto the ear, yet to the understanding they strike a note most full of harmony.

In effect, painting is the still memory of [the artist's] human motion, and our individual responses to it depend on who we are, on our character, which underlines the simple truth that no person leaves himself behind in order to look at a painting.

I had no destination, just the will to go, and I went fast.

I love the look of planes and the idea of how a plane flies. The more I learn about it the better I feel; while I still may not like it, I have a sense of what is really happening.

I love films where the world seems to be going a bit faster and everything's a bit brighter and more in focus.

The final cause, then, produces motion through being loved.

I have always loved locomotives passionately. For me they are living creatures and I love them as others love women or horses.

I am in love with cars; I love anything that moves.

I didn't get dizzy, but I love working with horses.

Emotion is created by motion. Whatever you're feeling right now is related to how you're using your body.

It hits all the same buttons. Stop. Go. Up. Down.

Nothing moves fast in Texas except the windmills And the hawk that rises up with a clatter of wings. (Nothing more startling there than sudden motion, Everything is so still.)

And the discipline of work provides an exercise bar, so that the wild, irrational motions of the soul become formal and creative. It literally keeps one from falling on one's face.

I'd like to make a motion that we face reality. —BOB NEWHART, FROM THE BOB NEWHART SHOW

I'd like to make a motion that we face reality.

But Fuchsia might as well have been carved from dark marble. Only her tears moved.

As the figure moved before him he followed the muscles as they wove beneath the skin. he was not only fighting with an assailant who was awaiting for that split second in which to strike him dead, but he was stabbing at a masterpiece -- at sculpture that leapt and heaved, at a marvel of inky shadow and silver light. A great wave of nausea surged through him and his knife felt putrid in his hand. His body went on fighting

Just let me get moving, I thought, and the pumping blood will shake the stiffness and pain from my back and feet.

The term sci-fi, which most science fiction writers loathe, I will reserve for those motion pictures that claim to be science fiction but are actually based on comic strips. Or worse.

The sun flashed off the wet blades, splinters of light, then the oars dipped, were tugged, and the beast-headed boats surged, and I stared entranced.

Tirò su una palata di neve e la buttò in strada. Si polverizzò a mezz'aria e turbinò via.

The Odyssey is the story of motion both purposeful and purposeless, successful and futile. What else is the history of law?

I reread the Odyssey at that time, which I had first read in school and remembered as a story of a homecoming.But it is not a story of a homecoming. How could the Greeks who knew that one never enters the same river twice, believe in homecoming? Odysseus does not return home to stay, but to set off again. The Odyssey is the story of motion both purposeful and purposeless, successful and futile.

a vast collection of electric charges in violent motion.