Quotes About Footsteps

Footsteps drew nearer, and with them the stink of Mors, potent even amid the gun smoke, the blood, and the smell of dying. She was its quintessence, the crux of it made manifest. It was in her name. She was Death itself.

XXIX Traveler, there is no path. The path is made by walking. Traveller, the path is your tracks And nothing more. Traveller, there is no path The path is made by walking. By walking you make a path And turning, you look back At a way you will never tread again Traveller, there is no road Only wakes in the sea.

Nothing happened when I pressed the bellpush. I knocked on the door. Slowly, like twin bodies being dragged, footsteps approached the other side of it.

Cats have intercepted my footsteps at the ankle for so long that my gait, both at home and on tour, has been compared to that of a man wading through low surf.

For walk where we will, we tread upon some story.

Home was five blocks away. She would not wait for the sobbing Peter to harness the buggy, would not wait for Dr. Meade to drive her home. She could not endure the tears of the one, the silent condemnation of the other. She went swiftly down the dark front steps without her coat or bonnet and into the misty night. She rounded the corner and started up the long hill toward Peachtree Street, walking in a still wet world, and even her footsteps were as noiseless as a dream.

Up and down our lives obedient Walk, dear Christ, with footsteps radiant, Till those garden lives shall be Fair with duties done for Thee; And our thankful spirits say, "Christ arose on Easter Day."

Advent: the time to listen for footsteps - you can't hear footsteps when you're running yourself.

Most of the people who will walk after me will be children, so make the beat keep time with short steps.

the sand was like sugar under his feet. They

A farm is just an accumulation of stories really. Same with people... "A farmer's footsteps are the best fertiliser," Dad used to say, which just means that the more you walk around your place the better everything seems to grow and flourish.

You can tell the staff footsteps from the patients'. The staff sound like they're going somewhere.

The face of all the world is changed, I think, Since first I heard the footsteps of they soul Move still, oh, still, beside me...

The face of all the world is changed, I think Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul.

Footsteps approached, soft and sure. They were not Perceval's, and Rien was surprised to find she knew her sister's tread already.

The stone hushed my footsteps instead of ringing with them, and yet the sun shone from without them, golden as the walls.

I was on MTV's 'Real World' at the time when 'Queer Eye' came out. I remember, the first time I won an award, I got the award, and they were like, 'It's a tie! With 'Queer Eye!'' I never thought that I would one day follow in their footsteps.

My father was truly a great man. I remember one day putting my feet in my father's shoes. I was amazed at the size. Would I ever be big enough to fill his shoes? Could I ever grow into the man my father was? I wondered.

Plant thy foot firmly in the prints which His foot has made before thee.

There's a magical tie to the land of our home, which the heart cannot break, though the footsteps may roam.

A world to be born under your footsteps. ?The poet is the one who breaks through our habits. ?The only menace is inertia.

Growing older I descend November. The asymptotic cycle of the year plummets to now. In crystal reveries I pass beneath a fixed white line of trees where dry leaves lie for footsteps to dismember. They crackle with a muted sound like fear. That and the wind are all that I can hear. I ask cold air, "What is the word that frees?" The wind says, "Change," and the white sun, "Remember." —from Electra

SEMENTRA KITA SALING BERBISIK Sementara kita saling berbisik Untuk lebih lama tinggal Pada debu, cinta yang tinggal berupa Bunga kertas dan lintasan angka-angla Ketika kita saling berbisik Di luar semakin sengit malam hari Memadamkan bekas-bekas telapak kaki, menyekap sisa-sisa unggun api Sebelum fajar. Ada yang masih bersikeras abadi. (1966)

You cannot follow another's footsteps to the truth," Silette wrote. "A hand can point the way. But the hand is not the teaching. The finger that points the way is not the way. The mystery is a payless land, and each detective must cut her own trail through a cruel territory.