There was nothing ordinary about Hank Gathers. He was a walking thunderbolt.
If you had a friend who was a tightrope walker, and you were walking down a sidewalk, and he fell, that would be completely unacceptable.
It's easy to forget how to appreciate your front door when you're always walking through it
I don't have to be walking around like some peasant. I'm royalty!
When you see a married couple walking down the street, the one that's a few steps ahead is the one that's mad.
If you care about your longevity and health, be a socially affiliated baboon who is better than high-ranking ones at walking away from provocations.
Walk at the edge of the precipices! It is the best way to learn walking carefully!
If you were alone and suddenly became blind, and even so you keep walking forward.
The next time you do a filibuster, keep walking around.
Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light.
. . . I returned to walking up the mountain, and there, in the dim asexual beauty of reddening dawns and skies that firmed to blue, I discovered my real and appropriate strengths.
Next to Morning Pages and Artist Dates, the most potent tool for contacting inner guidance and creativity is walking.
It is on these (20min) walks that my best ideas come to me. It is while walking that difficult clarity emerges. It is while walking that I experience a sense of well-being and connection, and it is in walking that I live most prayerfully.
I don't understand why we have laws that prevent someone from walking a school campus and selling alcohol or drugs but somehow can't feed our children who attend those schools a healthy balanced diet, which I think is a lot worse. It's offensive and I think anyone who isn't offended by it is an idiot.
Bravery and courage is walking into pain and knowing that something better is on the other side
I can remember walking on the moon.
Let's all start walking more and driving less.
I'm not worried about walking the streets and looking over my shoulder because of something I might have said.
I thought Christians were walking idiots.
Walking the streets of Charleston in the late afternoons of August was like walking through gauze or inhaling damaged silk.