Best 470 quotes in «walking quotes» category

The next time you do a filibuster, keep walking around.

There's nothing like walking onto a Hollywood sound stage.

The purest surrealist act is walking into a crowd with a loaded gun and firing into it randomly

There are hundreds of thousands of kids walking around with a sleeping monster inside them.

There is nothing more painful than walking around with bitterness in your heart.

There's nothing like walking out and watching the people get turned on. Nothing in the world could replace it.

The power of life that is buried deep inside you will never rise up until you have become convinced that you're walking the only path open for you.

There are many paths but only one journey.

There aren't that many people walking about who are a total class stereotype.

There's not one person in the world that's not a living, walking contradiction.

Trying to find a heart that's not walking away.

Those unmindful when they hear, for all they make of their intelligence, may be regarded as the walking dead.

Walking along the crowded row He met the one he used to know.

Walking is the only way proven to stave off cognitive decline - it works.

Walking articulates both physical and mental freedom.

Walk at the edge of the precipices! It is the best way to learn walking carefully!

Walking is almost as important as breathing, for me.

Walking on water wasn't built in a day.

Walking with God doesn't lead to God's favor; God's favor leads to walking with God.

Walking beside you I want for nothing.

Walking has the best value as gymnastics of the mind.

Walking in the nature is a reincarnation!

We grow fearless by walking into our fears.

We were now arrived at the close of our solitary journeyings along the St. Joseph's trail.

We went our separate ways, but within walking distance of one another.

We may not understand the pathways God lays out before us. We may not even like walking the journey. But even in failure, we can trust that He’ll do more than we expect.

When I'm just walking around, I swap between the British and the American, and when I'm with my family I'm with my Nigerian accent.

When I was younger, I felt like I could say anything and it was funny. I've started to realize that what I say and do does affect everybody around us. I'm not just talking about what you put on a record - even just walking into a store and how you interact with the person behind the checkout counter.

When in a museum, walk slowly but keep walking.

When walking into the lair of the dragon after robbing his hoard, the least you could do is hold you head high [...]

When walking in open territory, bother no one. If someone bothers you, ask him to stop. If he does not stop, destroy him.

When walking, just walk. When sitting, just sit. Above all, don't wobble.

You can fool a person into going to see a movie with a good trailer.

When you're walking into the stadium, you just say to yourself, 'the 100m is the same anywhere, the shot put is the same weight anywhere.'

You can either keep walking in misery or make the decision to begin taking steps out of it.

You are always walking in the direction of either love or fear. Choose wisely.

You better hope that I never see you walking down the street while I’m driving my car! (Tory)

You can't get to courage without walking through vulnerability.

You can see darn near anything just by walking along the beachfront from Venice to Malibu.

You don't walk with your feet; you walk with your courage! No courage, no walking!

You can't replicate walking 94 days through the wilderness by yourself with a really heavy pack until you do it.

You're right on the money with that. We're all like detectives in life. There's something at the end of the trail that we're all looking for.

You have to get out of the boat so you can know the intimacy of walking with Jesus.

You know that thing when you break up with someone and you’re walking around the town where you both live and you’re just really hoping to see them? You know that you’re not supposed to see them, but there’s nothing you want more.

Acceptance of death and cancer did not mean I intended to give up, just the opposite. I was prepared to fight cancer not out of fear of dying, but out of joy of living.

Accepting and walking in a good counsel paves way for the unborn generation

A kind of northing is what I wish to accomplish, a single-minded trek towards that place where any shutter left open to the zenith at night will record the wheeling of all the sky’s stars as a pattern of perfect, concentric circles. I seek a reduction, a shedding, a sloughing off. At the seashore you often see a shell, or fragment of a shell, that sharp sands and surf have thinned to a wisp. There is no way you can tell what kind of shell it had been, what creature it had housed; it could have been a whelk or a scallop, a cowrie, limpet, or conch. The animal is long since dissolved, and its blood spread and thinned in the general sea. All you hold in your hand is a cool shred of shell, an inch long, pared so thin that it passes a faint pink light. It is an essence, a smooth condensation of the air, a curve. I long for the North where unimpeded winds would hone me to such a pure slip of bone. But I’ll not go northing this year. I’ll stalk that floating pole and frigid air by waiting here. I wait on bridges; I wait, struck, on forest paths and meadow’s fringes, hilltops and banksides, day in and day out, and I receive a southing as a gift. The North washes down the mountains like a waterfall, like a tidal wave, and pours across the valley; it comes to me. It sweetens the persimmons and numbs the last of the crickets and hornets; it fans the flames of the forest maples, bows the meadow’s seeded grasses and pokes it chilling fingers under the leaf litter, thrusting the springtails and the earthworms deeper into the earth. The sun heaves to the south by day, and at night wild Orion emerges looming like the Specter over Dead Man Mountain. Something is already here, and more is coming.

A dog is one of the few remaining reasons why some people can be persuaded to go for a walk.

A journey begins with a single step

A garden path,' write the landscape architects Charles W. Moore, William J. Mitchell, and William Turnbull, 'can become the thread of a plot, connecting moments and incidents into a narrative. The narrative structure might be a simple chain of events with a beginning, middle, and end. It might be embellished with diversions, digressions, and picaresque twists, be accompanied by parallel ways (subplots), or deceptively fork into blind alleys like the alternative scenerios explored in a detective novel.