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When my way is too rough for my feet, or too steep for my strength, I get off it to some smooth velvet path which fancy has scattered over with rosebuds of delights; and, having taken a few turns in it, come back strengthened and refreshed.
Pride and a Daily Marathon,
Well-apparel'd April on the heel
Of limping Winter treads.
On he went, one foot in front of the other. Now that he accepted the slowness of himself, he took pleasure in the distance he covered.
The journey with a 1000 miles begins with one step.
The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
In the almost film-like flitting-by of modern life, a man needs something to tell him, from time to time, that he is still himself, and nothing can give him this assurance in so comforting a manner as the "four feet trotting behind".
understood that from this moment, the stepping-stones
(Thirty-nine steps)' was the phrase; and at its last time of use it ran - '(Thirty-nine steps, I counted them - high tide 10.17 p.m.)'. I could make nothing of that.
A Scotch half-breed took charge of him and his mates, and in company with a dozen other dog-teams he started back over the weary trail to Dawson. It was no light running now, nor record time, but heavy toil each day, with a heavy load behind; for this was the mail train,
Walking is a daily experience and a lifetime journey.
Who is wurs shod, than the shoemakers wyfe,With shops full of shoes all hir lyfe?
Follow your foot steps.
The art of walking is at once suggestive of the dignity of man. Progressive motion alone implies power, but in almost every other instance it seems a power gained at the expense of self-possession.
Whats the name you Poms have for that thing where you jump up and down and hit each other with sticks?"
"Sex?"
"Gardening?"
He snapped his fingers. "Morris dancing.
Miles is ... Miles; close to a force of nature, climbing up out of his own pages and escaping subordination to any opinion of mine.
Time is passing : not leaden stepping
But sprinting on winged feet,
Quick silver slipping by.
They walked with some purpose, yet without particular hurry,
Every Journey, no matter how far, starts with one step
Since my fried left me,I've got nothing to do but walking.I walk to forget.I walk,I escape,I get further.My friend will not come back,now I am a marathon man.
The beginning and the end of the tango is the walk.
Soledad Barrio is clearly a master - of thrilling steps and passionate movement. She stalks, she circles, she struts, she snaps her head - her feet drill the stage.
She was starting to get a little breathless from trailing Casper, though the guys weren't having any trouble. "How far have we gone? Like three miles?"
Gabriel gave her a look. "Like one."
So she needed more cardio.
trails and across rushing,
Walking a mile in someone else's shoes isn't as much about the walk or the shoes; it's to be able to think like they think, feel what they feel, and understand why they are who and where they are. Every step is about empathy.
See perhaps four and a half miles, and the lookout
My laps-meter, the first caliper of the soul and the first hope of bridging the dread chasm that has rent the soul of Western man ever since the famous philosopher Descartes ripped body loose from mind and turned the very soul into a ghost that haunts its own house.
Mortals trotted about in shoes and corsets made to limit movement, fashion for prey.
Buckler, a lean hack, and a greyhound for coursing. An olla
Take my hand, my love. On sinews of air we tread Aught but distance our guide With no tempo to our gait No endpoint drawn Neither plot nor plan
Brooks too wide for our leaping, hedges far to high. Loads too heavy for our moving, burdens too cumbersome for us to bear. Distances far beyond our journeying. The horse gave us mastery.
Faster than fairies, faster than witches,
Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;
And charging along like troops in a battle,
All through the meadows the horses and cattle
Demonslayer planted every step with care, keeping as silent as he could moving through the grass. Teenagers slung insults at each other beyond the hedgerow on his left, a barrage of words and phrases
Show me your shoes, and I shall show you what paths you have yet to walk.
These hooves were made for walking.
Tortoise steps, slow steps, four steps like a tank with a tail dragging in the sand.
Tortoise steps, land based, land locked, dusty like the desert tortoise herself, fenced in, a prisoner on her own reservation
teaching us the slow art of revolutionary patience.
I am really not tired, which I almost wonder at; for we must have walked at least a mile in this wood. Do not you think we have? '
'Not half a mile,' was his sturdy answer; for he was not yet so much in love as to measure distance, or reckon time, with feminine lawlessness.
Walking is the natural recreation for a man who desires not absolutely to suppress his intellect but to turn it out to play for a season. All great men of letters have therefore been enthusiastic walkers.
Who told you that your journey is a thousand miles?
thousand miles away and
A soldier has one item that cannot be neglected. His feet. They are his wheels, his mechanised warfare.
vigorous walking in natural surroundings,
A miler's kick does the trick ... A miler's kick does the trick ...
I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next Would be my final inch, - This gave me that precarious gait Some call experience.
for every mile the feet go
the heart goes nine
How many of them were there?' Her voice wasn't joking around. Eighteen. Hundred.' Four,' Blaylock interjected. 'An honor guard of four.' What did they work you over with? Those bruises on your thighs are severe?' Crowbars. Big, massive-' Blay cut in. 'Clubs. Had to be those ceremonial black clubs.
It's about putting in the hours and going through the paces.
When your about to criticize someone walk a mile in thier shoes, that way when you criticize them you're a mile away from them and you have their shoes
And the mile once again becomes the focal point where it's always been
The Mill gets by going.
Before you can walk a mile in someone else's shoes, You first have to put them on ...
Plans, endless walks without
You won't realize the distance you've walked until you take a look around and realize how far you've been.
A journey begins with a single step
She trudged along the side path. It all looked tidy enough. Kicking off the sand on her shoes, she looked down at the ground. And that's when she saw the footprints. Several of them and two different sizes. Her own and another set... Much larger. Twice her size. And
The subject of walking is, in some sense, about how we invest universal acts with particular meanings. Like eating or breathing, it can be invested with wildly different cultural meanings, from the erotic to the spiritual, from the revolutionary to the artistic.
In the calmness of the walk, horse and rider can find the time to think and to prepare the quality of the following trot and canter.
All feete tread not in one shoe.
Remember, it's the pace that kills, never the distance.
To take a journey of a thousand miles, you have to begin with the first step from the place where you stand; the romantic description of the journey and the things the body sees on the way and the description of the scenery are of no use unless you lift your foot and take the first step.
Management by Walking Around
Racing down the kingsroad, as if to outrun his doubts.
For every runner who tours the world running marathons, there are thousands who run to hear the leaves and listen to the rain, and look to the day when it is suddenly as easy as a bird in flight.
The fastest journey is achieved on foot
Every journey begins with one step.
To go upon the Franciscans Hackney (i.e. on foot).
A person who takes a walk of 100 feet and a person who walks 2,000 miles have one major thing in common. They both need to take a first step before they take a second step.
Balance, the stroke of the wise, the style of the sharp. The way, the groove. Bal-ance: the sole of the feet, the soul of the Universe, takes step after step down the beat to time: da DUM, da DUM. Bal. Ance.
Footsteps of success,
are trailed by fading footprints,
of failures past..
Make your footsteps count; let your footprints be counted
Be direct and sure of the path you tread, but not so sure that you pass the paths better suited to your feet, brother.
Saypur says, 'Dance,' you say, 'How many turns?
One can remain more sure-footed by taking small steps, but perhaps achieve greater speed by taking bigger steps. Of course, one also runs the risk of setting out in a completely erroneous direction. Surely the important thing isn't the length of our steps, but that the objective is clear.
Paths are made by walking
My time is always divided when I prepare for a wire walk. First I dream, technically and artistically, and then I go to work, and I am the master rigger, climbing trees and ladders and constructing. Only then I change my cap and become the performer.
One step, two ... three ... Soon she was in front of Aeron, smiling at her success.
"What was that?" he asked.
"Walking."
"Took you so long, I'm officially fifty years older."
She raised her chin, pride undiminished. "Well, I didn't fall.
Slowly, very slowly, like two unhurried compass needles, the feet turned towards the right; north, north-east, east, south-east, south, south-south-west; then paused, and after a few seconds, turned as unhurriedly back towards the left. South-south-west, south, south-east, east ...
Frau Elena paces the parlor, her slippers whispering left, whispering right. Coal cars grind past in the wet dark. Machinery hums in the distance: pistons throbbing, belts turning. Smoothly. Madly.
She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room
We always trotted everywhere at Camp Arthur Currie. I never did find out who Currie was, but he must have been a trackman.
Every mile is two in winter
Walk firmly and with joy, without being afraid of stumbling. All your movements are being watched by your allies that will help you when necessary.
All too often, we spend our days waiting for the ideal path to appear in front of us. We forget that paths are made by walking, not waiting.
7 Mile is like an Ave. Back in the days it was poppin' in the summer time.
The wearer knowes, where the shoe wrings.
The ability to take a walk from one point to the next point, that is half the battle won.
I concentrate on the simple act of putting one foot in front of the other and continue moving forward even as part of me is left behind, beyond a fence I cannot breach.
Some yards is better than none yards?Yards-- John Madden
Never depend on a road, depend on your strides
The Shoemaker Book the Second - the Golden Thread I. Five Years Later II. A Sight
I stepped from Plank to Plank
A slow and cautious way
When one can do better than everyone else in the same walk, one does not make any very painful exertions to outdo oneself. The progress of improvement ceases nearly at the point where competition ends.
Englishwomen's shoes look as if they had been made by someone who had often heard shoes described, but had never seen any ...
Blink and you miss a sprint. The 10,000 meters is lap after lap of waiting. Theatrically, the mile is just the right length: beginning, middle, end, a story unfolding.
In walking, we acquire more of less.
Success in walking is not to let your right foot know what your left foot doeth. Your heart must furnish such music that in keeping time to it your feet will carry you around the globe without knowing it.
Weaving olden dances; mingling hands and mingling glances.
Feet were made, not given for dancing, but to walk modestly, not to leap impudently like camels.
Some walks you have to take alone.
Oh gods, stairs.