Loving you is like walking between rain drops.

Before you dream about the view from the summit, ask yourself if you’re willing to keep your head down, focus on the path, and spend your life walking up the side of a very big...

Hey, I took eight-thousand breaths today.” It’s just what you do.

Lakini, akiendelea kuwaza na kuangaza, ghafla Murphy aliona kitu kama gari likiwa limesimama kwa mbali. Alisimama na kupata hamu ya kujua. Murphy alianza tena kutembea, lakini sasa akiifuata ile gari, halafu akaongeza mwendo na kukimbia;...

I always buckle up, even if I’m only walking across the parking lot.

I was moved beyond words. The train ride over the mountains from lake Titticaca to Cusco reminded me of Africa where I grew up; and 4 days walking on the Inca Trail, then more in...

The way you walk is slash and burn.Like understatement’s now a crime.

Because the earth is walking in the space, even when we sit on the earth, we are still walking!

I have walked myself into my best thoughts and I know of no thought so burdensome that one cannot walk away from it.

A lone walker is both present and detached, more than an audience but less than a participant. Walking assuages or legitimizes this alienation.

To understand the journey you have to do the walking.

This made her remember why people take up walking: It is because they no longer have anywhere to go.

A one-winged bird does not fly south for the winter. It flies south, west, north, and east, over and over. That’s how I feel when I’m in love, only I walk.

I walk like a guitar being strummed, and I love like cheese being forced through a grater. I like my nachos covered in melted music.

An Eskimo custom offers an angry person release by walking the emotion out of his or her system in a straight line across the landscape; the point at which the anger is conquered is marked...

The trace left behind is substituted for the practice. It exhibits the (voracious) property that the geographical system has of being able to transform action into legibility, but in doing so it causes a way...

…moderate social deviance or class non-conformism I have imputed to the first generation of pedestrians. Improved roads, after all, were one of the principal means by which the country was building a national communications network...

In great cities, spaces as well as places are designed and built: walking, witnessing, being in public, are as much part of the design and purpose as is being inside to eat, sleep, make shoes...

I get terrified the first day I’m on a film set. I get nervous walking down a red carpet. I find making speeches the most terrifying thing in the world.

The most valuable lessons in life do not come when you are walking or running. They come when you fall down. You better take them and rise up!

All truly great thoughts are conceived while walking.

Things that we do every day make up who we are and the results we have in our life. Bank accounts collect from constant deposits and good health is achieved or maintained from what we...

Cooper’s tremendous love and energy and unchained freedom had captured life itself. Now, as the last shovelful covered him forever, I knew I would always carry a big piece of Cooper Half Malamute with me...

Everywhere is walking distance if you have the time.

Life is a journey

There comes . . . a longing never to travel again except on foot.

A significant fraction of thru-hikers reach Katahdin, then turn around and start back to Georgia. They just can’t stop walking, which kind of makes you wonder.

[Walking] is the perfect way of moving if you want to see into the life of things. It is the one way of freedom. If you go to a place on anything but your own...

I like the crunch sound of snow under my boots. Better than stepping on knuckles.

I had a dream I was able to fly now I have chained my bead to the ground. I like walking dreams better.

I always feel so sorry for women who don’t like to walk; they miss so much – so many rare little glimpses of life; and we women learn so little of life on the whole.

The simplest secret of reaching any place is to start walking! If people say you can’t reach there, close your ears to them and continue walking!

The stones were sharp,The wind came at my back;Walking along the highway, Mincing like a cat.

Italian cities have long been held up as ideals, not least by New Yorkers and Londoners enthralled by the ways their architecture gives beauty and meaning to everyday acts.

Lines and Squares Whenever I walk in a London street,I’m ever so careful to watch my feet;And I keep in the squares,And the masses of bears,Who wait at the corners all ready to eatThe sillies...

My amazing feat features shoes (and feet)—it’s how far I’d walk for love. Guess how far? However far it is from the point I ran out of gas to wherever she is, assuming she’s hanging...

He’s going to give me a piggyback ride home. He’s my designated walker.

I walk with a purpose. And a limp. (The limp helps serve my purpose, which is to gain sympathy.)

When I was cast for ‘Walking Dead,’ I was still doing ‘Lone Ranger,’ so I have my ‘Lone Ranger’ look with the handlebar mustache. I think everybody appreciates the professional mustache.

Angels walk among us, Sometimes the only thing we may not see are the wings upon their backs.

Pedestrianism, [William Bingley] claims, is the most ‘useful’ mode of travel, ‘if health and strength are not wanting.”To a naturalist, it is evidently so; since, by this means, he is enabled to examine the country...

‘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...

he had not guessed how much of the body of a Quest was simply walking.

manhole cover” is.

What should be standing in the shoes of passion, and be walking on the plans of action is sitting in the ink on the papper. Why? Because of the fear to start.

Walk some night on a suburban street and pass house after house on both sides of the same street each with the lamplight of the living room, shining golden, and inside the little blue square...

Still, as much as I had experienced, there was more waiting to be found. I had started out with a feeling of burning dullness and desperation. Now I was filled with a thrill and expectation...

They walked on rather aimlessly. He hoped she wouldn’t notice he was touched, because he wouldn’t have known how to explain why. Here lay the great discrepancy between aesthetic truth and sleazy reality.

For [Jane Austen and the readers of Pride and Prejudice], as for Mr. Darcy, [Elizabeth Bennett’s] solitary walks express the independence that literally takes the heroine out of the social sphere of the houses and...

I hope to repair certain important connections burned through by artificial speed, by inattentiveness. I walk, as everyone does, to see what lies ahead. I walk to remember.