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A blur of blinks, taps, jiggles, pivots and shifts ... the body language of a man wishing urgently to be elsewhere.
And for Heaven's sake, do not wiggle!
The tension is making him practically vibrate.
Dancing dismiss distress.
Tail wagging like a windscreen wiper in a downpour.
I'm doing one of three things: I'm writing. I'm staring out the window. Or I'm writhing on the floor.
Busying herself with inconsequential tasks.
We move in spasms.
This is the practiced habit of jabbing out one's eyes and forgetting the work of one's hands. To
procrastination,
I'm either sitting very still or running very fast.
People have nervous tics they don't know about, and I would advise asking around. Ask the casting director, 'Is there something I'm doing?' I would see people unconsciously rocking back and forth. I roll my lips. I bite my lips and roll them.
Poise: the ability to be ill at ease inconspicuously.
People fidget. They are compelled to look engaged in an activity, or purposeful. Vampires can just occupy space without feeling obliged to justify it.
Sleepwalking down the hall like a firefly in the fog.
When I'm nervous, I stutter, and I had to keep stopping and starting.
Action is at bottom a swinging and flailing of the arms to regain one's balance and keep afloat.
The thing that seems most natural to me-most human-is movement.
Furbling v. Having to wander through a maze of ropes at an airport or bank even when you're the only person in line.
All the movements of our body are not merely those dictated by impulse or weariness; they are the correct expression of what we consider decorous. Without impulses, we could take no part in social life; on the other hand, without inhibitions, we could not correct, direct, and utilize our impulses.
My Mommy likes to wiggle And it really makes me giggle. The music keeps her moving And she's smiling as she's grooving.
She goes...Wiggle, wiggle to the left; wiggle to the right, Wiggle, wiggle, jiggle, jiggle - Dancing through the night...
I remain restless and dissatisfied; what I knot with my right hand, I undo with my left, what my left hand creates, my right fist shatters
My arms sometimes move on their own in big flapping motions, as if I might take off, and my hands spin like a hummingbird's wings.
Some people tap their feet, some people snap their fingers, and some people sway back and forth. I just sorta do 'em all together, I guess.
He fidgets. Thinks. Observes his fellow passengers. Judges everyone, in the traditional Filipino sport of justifying both personal and shared insecurities.
I'm quite a physical person and I gesticulate a lot, which can be a problem when you're in Hollywood and they do everything in a minimalist way ...
1.3 Restlessness
At the root of all the various manifestations of dancing lies the common impulse to resort to movement to externalize emotional states which we cannot externalize by rational means.
...loafing in the easy chair of one's body.
I can't stop moving. I'm like this weird insect. I can't sit still in real life.
We're distracted and we let the door slam on the person behind us, we trip over curbs as we're texting, we're...sedentary, weighed down, collapsed over the laptop. ...We've forgotten how to move through life with grace.
The imagination needs moodling,
long, inefficient happy idling, dawdling and puttering.
Prowling about the rooms, sitting down, getting up, stirring the fire, looking out the window, teasing my hair, sitting down to write, writing nothing, writing something and tearing it up ...
Sitting makes us think of standing
Our current stance keeps on demanding
We wish to fly without the wings
Puppets move before pulling the strings
Revising stuff lately, I was shocked to see how often my characters scratched their ankles, felt their feet, and touched their own ears.
If you feel tempted to use a picture of two hands shaking in front of a globe, put the pencil down, step away from the desk, and think about taking a vacation or investigating aromatherapy.
There's a smartphone gait: the slow sidewalk weave that comes from being lost in conversation rather than looking where you're going.
A yawning repetitiveness as of a man who knows few words but will not stop talking.
Trying to evade the people who frighten us. We come to work, have lunch, and go home. We goose-step in and goose-step out, changing our partner and wander all about, sashay around for a pat on the head, and promenade home till we all drop dead.
What people will do to get away from boredom!
Today's ballroom dances like the swim, the frug, the chicken and the monkey are really nervous disorders set to music.
A certain nervous disorder afflicting the young and inexperienced.
locked his fingers on the arm of his
I don't tend to stand still for very long.
I eat broccoli. I think about the plot. I pace in circles for hours, counter-clockwise, listening to music. I try to think of one detail in the scene I'm about to write that I'm really excited about writing. Until I can come up with that one detail, I pace.
There are movements which impinge upon the nerves with a strength that is incomparable, for movement has power to stir the senses and emotions, unique in itself.
The frivolous work of polished idleness.
Wandering and confused, lost to myself, ill-assorted, contradictory, Pausing, gazing, bending, and stopping
Something ELSE set your body in motion, sent an executive summary - almost an afterthought - to the homunculus behind your eyes ... that arrogant subroutine that thinks of itself as The person, mistakes correlation for causality, ... and thinks He moved the finger
Movement is the freedom of the body; stillness, of the mind.
I'm on television, ticcing and twitching. I think that's kind of cool.
hands, making him submit
How often do we allow often irrational fears to paralyze us in our movements.
She's shaking like a shitting dog," Riley says.
I look up at her and her hands that hang awkwardly at her sides and see her fingers trembling. "Yeah," I agree, "she is."
"She'll be shaking like a shitting dog when I'm done wither her," he says...
Moving between the legs of tables and of chairs, rising or falling, grasping at kisses and toys, advancing boldly, sudden to take alarm, retreating to the corner of arm and knee, eager to be reassured, taking pleasure in the fragrant brilliance of the Christmas tree.
I am so fidgety - I swear I have ADD - and I always need to be doing something or being outside, just playing sports.
Passive inactivity, because you have not been given specific instructions to do this or to do that, is a serious deficiency.
There's some muscle group around your shoulders that seizes up during the perfection dance and doesn't let go until you are asleep, or alone. Or maybe it never really lets go at all.
sucking on a football.
Saying "now it's done" . It's horrible. Sometimes I force myself to do it or I know I will turn crazy.
I don't sit well. I like to move around as I talk.
Lack of movement is a formidable force to overcome.
Probing the corners of the room like a caged cat, fly caught in a jar, fart in an elevator.
The dancer's trembling heart must bring everything into harmony, from the tips of her shoes to the flutter of her eyelashes, from the ruffles of her dress to the incessant play of her fingers.
Dancing takes a certain lightness, a spring in the step, an elasticity in the calves; a kind of joie de vivre, or alternatively a leavening element of self-proclaiming stupidity in one's make-up.
Toe dancing is a dandy attention getter, second only to screaming.
Shaking's one of the oldest practices known to man. Standing round a fire and connecting with the Earth and moving energy through the body because it's where a lot of our stuff can get trapped.
Music loud, I can't help but wiggle a bit and I think that movement finds its way into the paintings ... I can see it in the strokes.
As much preparation as I had made for the old man Salieri, gestures and so on, the fact is after sitting for hours, your movements are kind of slow.
Sometimes when I'm at my desk, I'll realize that I have contorted myself completely, and I haven't moved for hours, and that my legs have fallen asleep. I am elsewhere, not in my body, not in the room, not in my house.
A movement has to move. Constantly.
We start to sway again. We're not actually dancing, just rocking side to side. Not moving forward or backward. Just moving.
Like most of our time together, we're treading water.
Trying not to drown.
If I'm at a party, and there are lots of people running around, you'll most likely find me on the floor, painting ... I want to be at the party, but I want to do something. I'm just not very idle at all.
You don't forget you have Parkinson's disease, believe me, especially in the shower. If you are not paying attention, you fall down.
Zugzwang. It's when you have no good moves. But you still have to move.
Hunched forward, feeling his ears burning, his hands shaking. Tried to concentrate. Found his eyes flickering over sentences and phrases, retaining nothing. [Charles Meredith]
Concentration Attention Multitasking Boredom Procrastination
Keep the juices flowing by jangling around gently as you move ...
A person who is seated instead of standing erect - destinies hang upon such a thing as that.
Dancing cheek to cheek.
Giving one another the rather embarrassed grins of people who know that they've just been part of a synchronized making-a-fool-of-yourself team.
Restless people often pretend to be calm.
Poise was keeping your knees and your lips together, your eyebrows and your nostrils apart.
Body is not stiff, mind is stiff.
My movements, ma'am, are all leg movements. I don't do nothing with my body.
Hoping to Fall Out:
Leaning out as far as she can, hoping she'll fall soon, so she can stop worrying about whether it will happen or not.
I don't like to sit still.
If you sit kids down, hour after hour, doing low-grade clerical work, don't be surprised if they start to fidget. Children are not, for the most part, suffering from a psychological condition, they're suffering from childhood.
All human movement is expressive.
Canoodling, I see.
The cause of laziness is physiological; it is an infirmity of the constitution, and its victim is as much to be pitied as a sufferer from any other constitutional infirmity. It is even worse than many other diseases; from them the patient may recover, while this is incurable.
Laughing (they thought we were laughing at them). Walking fast (they thought we were running).
Movement is only as good as the sense of stillness that you can bring to it to put it into perspective.
You'd think that in a fight, NOT MOVING would be a bad habit!
Movement for me is meditation.
I think these movements and become them, here,
In this room's stillness, none of them about,
And relish them all-until I think of where
Thrashed by a crook, the cursive adder writes
Quick V's and Q's in the dust and rubs them out.
from Movements
She bops around really energetically but she's also still. Like she's moving her torso but her feet don't move, and then sometimes she'll take one step, and it feels like a thesis statement. Like it is a topic sentence about her butt.
I get twitchy if I don't pick up a guitar or sit at the piano every now and then ... I have to do it; I don't have a choice.
But I can hardly sit still. I keep fidgeting, crossing one leg and then the other. I feel like I could throw off sparks, or break a window
maybe rearrange all the furniture.
I don't mind my hand shaking so much; it improves my S cast.