Walk Quotes
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“Velvet Shoes
Let us walk in the white snow
In a soundless space;
With footsteps quiet and slow,
At a tranquil pace,
Under veils of white lace.
I shall go shod in silk,
And you in wool,
White as a white cow's milk,
More beautiful
Than the breast of a gull.
We shall walk through the still town
In a windless peace;
We shall step upon white down,
Upon silver fleece,
Upon softer than these.
We shall walk in velvet shoes:
Wherever we go
Silence will fall like dews
On white silence below.
We shall walk in the snow.”
―
Let us walk in the white snow
In a soundless space;
With footsteps quiet and slow,
At a tranquil pace,
Under veils of white lace.
I shall go shod in silk,
And you in wool,
White as a white cow's milk,
More beautiful
Than the breast of a gull.
We shall walk through the still town
In a windless peace;
We shall step upon white down,
Upon silver fleece,
Upon softer than these.
We shall walk in velvet shoes:
Wherever we go
Silence will fall like dews
On white silence below.
We shall walk in the snow.”
―
“We must walk without rhythm," Paul said and he called up memory of men
walking the sand . . . both prescient memory and real memory.
"Watch how I do it," he said. "This is how Fremen walk the sand."
He stepped out onto the windward face of the dune, following the curve of
it, moved with a dragging pace.
Jessica studied his progress for ten steps, followed, imitating him. She saw
the sense of it: they must sound like the natural shifting of sand . . . like
the wind. But muscles protested this unnatural, broken pattern: Step . . . drag
. . . drag . . . step . . . step . . . wait . . . drag . . . step . . .”
― Dune I
walking the sand . . . both prescient memory and real memory.
"Watch how I do it," he said. "This is how Fremen walk the sand."
He stepped out onto the windward face of the dune, following the curve of
it, moved with a dragging pace.
Jessica studied his progress for ten steps, followed, imitating him. She saw
the sense of it: they must sound like the natural shifting of sand . . . like
the wind. But muscles protested this unnatural, broken pattern: Step . . . drag
. . . drag . . . step . . . step . . . wait . . . drag . . . step . . .”
― Dune I
“A walk you made by disappearing amongst the green grasses is always richer than a walk you make amongst the green emeralds!”
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“The wind embraces me
My shoes is all I see
I keep walking
The cars sing
I’m searching for my sanity
In a crazy city”
― Hey Humanity
My shoes is all I see
I keep walking
The cars sing
I’m searching for my sanity
In a crazy city”
― Hey Humanity
“People strut and swagger in front of others, but rarely alone. These are social gestures. Walking, the slowest form of travel, is the quickest route to our more authentic selves. We can't return to some long-lost paradise that probably never was. But we can walk. We can walk to work. We can walk our daughter to school. We can walk alone, to nowhere in particular on a crisp and breezy autumn afternoon.
We walk to forget. We walk to forget the cranky boss, the spat with the spouse, the pile of unpaid bills, the flashing warning light in your Subaru, indicating either that the tire pressure is low or the car is on fire. We walk to forget, if only momentarily, a world that is "too much with us," as William Wordsworth, another fine walker, put it.
We walk to forget ourselves, too. I know I do. The surplus fifteen pounds resistant to every diet known to man, the recidivist nasal hair, the decade-old blemish that suddenly, for reasons known only to it, has decided to self-actualize on the crown of my bald head, spreading like an inkblot. All forgotten when I walk.
Walking is democratic. Barring a disability, anyone can walk. The wealthy walker has no advantage over the impoverished one. Rousseau, despite his literary success, always saw himself as "the son of a worker," what we now call blue-collar. People like that didn't ride in fancy carriages. They walked.
They walked as I do now: attentively, one step at a time, relishing the sturdiness, and the springiness, too, of serious earth.”
―
We walk to forget. We walk to forget the cranky boss, the spat with the spouse, the pile of unpaid bills, the flashing warning light in your Subaru, indicating either that the tire pressure is low or the car is on fire. We walk to forget, if only momentarily, a world that is "too much with us," as William Wordsworth, another fine walker, put it.
We walk to forget ourselves, too. I know I do. The surplus fifteen pounds resistant to every diet known to man, the recidivist nasal hair, the decade-old blemish that suddenly, for reasons known only to it, has decided to self-actualize on the crown of my bald head, spreading like an inkblot. All forgotten when I walk.
Walking is democratic. Barring a disability, anyone can walk. The wealthy walker has no advantage over the impoverished one. Rousseau, despite his literary success, always saw himself as "the son of a worker," what we now call blue-collar. People like that didn't ride in fancy carriages. They walked.
They walked as I do now: attentively, one step at a time, relishing the sturdiness, and the springiness, too, of serious earth.”
―
“Ten Things to Do In January
• Read a good book
• Get a Library Card
• Walk 30 minutes a day
• Send a Birthday card to a friend
• Invest in a Fitness Tracker
• Buy a Coin jar and save those quarters and nickels
• Donate to a Charity
• Volunteer 45 minutes of your time to an Organization
• Take a Yoga Class
• Volunteer at Bingo night at a Nursing Home”
―
• Read a good book
• Get a Library Card
• Walk 30 minutes a day
• Send a Birthday card to a friend
• Invest in a Fitness Tracker
• Buy a Coin jar and save those quarters and nickels
• Donate to a Charity
• Volunteer 45 minutes of your time to an Organization
• Take a Yoga Class
• Volunteer at Bingo night at a Nursing Home”
―
“Take a walk around a hospital counting the wireless radiation antenna systems and you will be shocked at how large the number is!”
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“I wondered when Blayze would speak up, and he didn't disappoint.
"I think Miss Kaylee swallowed her salad all wrong when I told her you had a crush on her. I know you said I'd have to walk to Billings if I didn't stop singing my song, but we're here now, so I want to sing it for her too.
The entire table stilled--well, with the exception of Kaylee, who was groaning.
Ty stared at his nephew. "I do not have a crush on Kaylee, Blayze. We already went over this. And you'll walk back home if you start that song.”
― Never Enough
"I think Miss Kaylee swallowed her salad all wrong when I told her you had a crush on her. I know you said I'd have to walk to Billings if I didn't stop singing my song, but we're here now, so I want to sing it for her too.
The entire table stilled--well, with the exception of Kaylee, who was groaning.
Ty stared at his nephew. "I do not have a crush on Kaylee, Blayze. We already went over this. And you'll walk back home if you start that song.”
― Never Enough
“What Wittgenstein points the way toward here is the possibility of appreciating how (what we, under the pressure of certain philosophical assumptions, are prone to conceive of as) our 'merely' animal capacities are not merely animal. Even those capacities that we are inclined to view as beloning to our 'merely' animal being - capacities such as walking, eating, drinking, and playing - come to be transformed through and through in the lives of the sorts of creatures we are: ones who speak.”
― The Logical Alien: Conant and His Critics
― The Logical Alien: Conant and His Critics
“If life’s bigger than any of us individually or all of us collectively, then there must be something bigger than us to walk us through it.”
― The Eighth Page: A Christmas Journey
― The Eighth Page: A Christmas Journey
“You have watched me crawl,
You have watched me walk,
You have watched me run,
Now, you watch me fly!”
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You have watched me walk,
You have watched me run,
Now, you watch me fly!”
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“HAMM: Wait! [CLOV halts.] How are your eyes?
CLOV: Bad.
HAMM: But you can see.
CLOV: All I want.
HAMM: How are your legs?
CLOV: Bad.
HAMM: But you can walk.
CLOV: I come...and go.”
― Endgame
CLOV: Bad.
HAMM: But you can see.
CLOV: All I want.
HAMM: How are your legs?
CLOV: Bad.
HAMM: But you can walk.
CLOV: I come...and go.”
― Endgame
“Dear Superwoman,
You can achieve great things in life, as long as you let no one or nothing stop you from walking in the right path.”
― Woman of Virtue: Power-Filled Quotes for a Powerful Woman
You can achieve great things in life, as long as you let no one or nothing stop you from walking in the right path.”
― Woman of Virtue: Power-Filled Quotes for a Powerful Woman
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