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The deepest part of me is, and will always be, a climber ... No matter where I go, I always feel like a climber.
We stumble up - we stumble on.
Every step, whether at high school or at college or at the NFL, I had to climb and crawl and scratch to get there.
My mother says I was writing before I was crawling. I wrote in the dirt with a twig.
Run when I can, walk when I cannot run, and creep when I cannot walk.
Zaphod Beeblebrox crawled bravely along a tunnel, like the hell of a guy he was. He was very confused, but he continued crawling doggedly anyway because he was that brave.
You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?
Plough deep while sluggards sleep.
Organs crawl like aphids upon the immobile motor of becoming
Walks. The body advances, while the mind flutters around it like a bird.
Sometimes you just had to crawl through the dark before
you could see the light.
Oh shit, the mummy's after us, let's all walk a little faster
Dig until you hit rock. Then take out that jackhammer and go a little deeper.
You dig in and you find something.
They didn't try to burrow into you. They were just crawling. It's what maggots do. They crawl." "You don't know anything." "Hard to argue with that, Commander," says Howler with a laugh in his voice.
THE ADVENTURE OF THE CREEPING MAN
Words, they climb all over you/'Til they uncover you From where you hide.
Can you please crawl out your window? Use your arms and your legs, it won't ruin you
With fear, you crawl on the ground; without fear, you fly in the skies!
Cross the river by feeling for stones.
There are two kinds of climbers ... smart ones and dead ones.
What dark corner of the soul did you crawl out of?
I pity you. You've crawled up your own asshole and died.
The search which takes place in my studio might best be described as a mining operation, a vertical dig in which a number of discoveries are apt to surface from a single shaft.
In trying to scramble out of a hole, it sometimes digs it deeper.
One step too late.
Another disappointment,
breathing in crawl space,
leads to another messy ending.
That's what it's like when people have crawled very high up in a tree, then they sometimes need help to get down with ladders and ropes and other instruments.
She groped forward, hands and feet, in search of darkness, distance and solitude.
Too bad you need both hands for crawling," I said. "We could use some sunshine in here."
"Next time, I'll be sure to ask the sprites for a flashlight."
"And a bottle of water. I think I've swallowed enough dust to shit a brick later.
Don't Stop ... down, ... Down there ... down where ... monsters, ... Run!
The only way to see the light at the end of the tunnel was to crawl through the mud in darkness.
Good shoveling - and then I walk
We ran hunched along a subterranean corridor, discarded animal bones underfoot, the ceiling brushing our heads, past things I tried not to see - a slumped figure in a corner, sleepers shivering on miserable mats of straw, a boy in rags lying on the ground with a beggar's pail bangled around one arm.
I do not want to just read books; I want to crawl inside them and live there.
We sack, we ransack to the utmost sands
Of native kingdoms, and of foreign lands:
We travel sea and soil; we pry, and prowl,
We progress, and we prog from pole to pole.
If you ever wake up and see the light and decide you want me back? You're going to have to crawl.
They wanted me to crawl," she told Magdalena finally. "And I'm ready to run.
I am a searcher ...
I always was ... and I still am ...
searching for the missing piece.
I walk on the surface of a shifting bog. I have to grab for whatever I can find that is solid.
Then came the digging. Oh God, the digging.
When it's hard to run, jog,
when it's hard to jog, walk,
when it's hard to walk, limp,
when it's hard to limp, crawl.
As long as you are headed to light
the shackles of darkness are left behind.
Leap, and the net appears.
Then I enter the crawlspace deep inside me and shut the hatch. Because I'm not coming back out. Ever.
Hide-and-seek, grown-up style. Wanting to hide. Needing to be sought. Confused about being found.
You've got to dig it to dig it, you dig?
Sometimes, a little spider can make you learn the way to reach to top or to get success.
Learn to take pleasure in the search.
dig my fingernails into my palms.
In some neighborhoods, if you want to walk down the streets, you've got two choices - look down, or look hard.
I'll give you three guesses, Rabbit. Digging holes in the ground? Wrong. Leaping from branch to branch of a young oak tree? Wrong. Waiting for somebody to help me out of the river? Right. Give Rabbit time, and he'll always get the answer.
Climbing is what I do.
Somewhere in every mind is an opening to crawl through.
Masked, I advance.
Whenever a climber leaves the known paths, he enters an area without rules or routines ... The only advice comes from deep inside the self.
Walked without a destination. Explored without a purpose.
Sometimes we have to dig a little deeper, to reach a little higher.
I grok in fullness.
One has to crawl like a caterpillar before flying like a butterfly.
Whatever word you use to describe diving into the deepest part of a human. Take your pick; they're all woefully inadequate, but they're also all we have.
You move gropingly, relying on your faith and act by your intuition
I am an archaeologist of mature vintage. Rapid descents are not my specialty. I am the plodding type."
~ Grace Madison, PhD.
When you are in a hole, stop digging!
All that the spider needs to complete its web is step taking
Gods take whoever designed this crawlspace and jam them inside a sardine can. Then put that sardine can inside a pill box and shoot both into a black hole. Ugh, and I am having a very long discussion with Orn and his habit of throwing old candy sticks through the grates!
I dive as much as I can.
That's like climbing a tree to find a fish.
Explore, Experiment, Evolve.
I digged my heart deeper to see who is inside, the more i digged ,the more i lost ME
Walk in the light.
Don't do that."
"Don't do what?"
"Sneak around."
"Do you mean walk around? Because that's what I actually did. I usually crouch more when I sneak - and then I kill someone.
*clicks page 2 of google search results* the deep web
Fine. Then I love you, my little Night Crawler.
When you're in a hole, quit digging!
If you can't run then walk If you can't walk then crawl but whatever you do don't give up
Life's a grave dig it.
Still deep I burrow, waiting for tomorrow. Closed off, I bear. The open elements don't care. Laid here in this nest, dormant now I rest. Aching to live and roam, though still burrowed in my tomb. When time brings my spring, maybe I'll rise like a king.
-Anonymous
All but blind In his chambered hole Gropes for worms The four-clawed Mole.
It's tougher to look than to leap.
When you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop digging.
Hurrying, dragging, falling, crying, calling out names hopefully and hopelessly.
If you can't fly then run, if you can't run then walk, if you can't walk then crawl, but whatever you do you have to keep moving forward.
If you fall down, get up and walk again.
If you can't walk, crawl.
If that idea fails, have another one
It doesn't happen by accident.
It takes a lot of hard work.
I'm an explorer.
You were born with potential. You were born with goodness and trust. You were born with ideals and dreams. You were born with greatness. You were born with wings. You are not meant for crawling, so don't. You have wings. Learn to use them and fly.
poking around in this dump, as it would be
Who has more leisure than a worm?
From the ranks of the crawling babies came little squeals of excitement, gurgles and twitterings of pleasure.
When I go to the garage to pick up my clubs, I clean the spider webs off.
I am a cemetery abhorred by the moon, In which long worms crawl like remorse.
I'm an adventurer, looking for treasure
Wisely and slowly; they stumble that run fast.
I felt sorry when I came to the last page. I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print the way you crawl through a fence.
Eventually when you discover yourself, you had buried yourself 6 feet under by then.
...Searching it's own end...
Pull on a thread, and you pull on the whole web. And then out come the spiders ...
come crawl atop me
and we will spend the daylight
buried in kisses
Up and down, up and down I will lead them up and down I am feared in field in town Goblin, lead them up and down
Every quiet step is thunder to beetle life underfoot.
around, hiding for hours in dark shadows until the target comes
One never stops climbing, Julie, unless he wants to stop and vegetate. There's always something just ahead.