How one walks through the world, the endless small adjustments of balance, is affected by the shifting weights of beautiful things.
I'm a just a mom when I walk down the street.
If there was a god, he wouldn't let a guy walk right up and shoot you in the face now would he? That's right, now you get the picture. Truth burns doesn't it?
Somedays the line I walk turns out to be straight - Other days the line tends to deviate.
When you walk in the mist, you get wet.
Music’s a wood you walk through.
Why did I walk so purposefully in a straight line? Where would it take me? He went round and round and we got there all the same.
Run when I can, walk when I cannot run, and creep when I cannot walk.
Any movie I've ever made, the minute you walk on the set they tell you who's the person to buy it from.
God is not calling us to work for Him. He is calling us to walk with Him.
In the morning a man walks with his whole body; in the evening, only with his legs.
Think, walk, talk and act like a nonsmoker and you will soon be one
For a man who walks in the light, to stay humble is not to walk in the dark; you don't need to project yourself to be thought an honest man.
Most gods find it hard to walk and think at the same time.
Using the Adagietto of Mahler's Fifth is one of the touches of pure genius in Visconti's film (even though Mahlerians complain very loudly that the piece has been ruined), since it corresponds perfectly to Aschenbach's yearnings and to his circling walks around Venice.
If you walk down the street, within five minutes you will see someone who is morbidly obese or obese.
I took my morning walk, I took my evening walk, I ate something, I thought about something, I wrote, I napped and dreamt something too, and with all that something, I still have nothing because so much of sum’thing has always been and always will be you.
A person walks into a room and says hello, and your life takes a course for which you are not prepared. It's a tiny moment (almost-but not quite-unremarkable), the beginning of a hundred thousand tiny moments and some larger ones.
You are the poet, you walk inside my dreams.
. . . to walk alone in London is the greatest rest.