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Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.
Stairs to climb are difficult it takes time and effort and going down is easies job... what do I mean with that?
(I think that... once upon a time.... .you had something in your head more than a candy!)
Only walk UP THE STEPS
The rediscovered path, where were left the traces of childhood's lost steps.
When you were building that all-important stairway to heaven, you couldn't just stand around with your hammer in your hand.
Search for the secret stairs of the wise men; when you find them, lose no time to start ascending!
You gotta climb the steps ... you can't skip them
A tune's like a staircase - walk up on it.
Travelers, there is no path, paths are made by walking.
Me pause. An invisible line that practically pulled me toward those stairs leading
Dream-travelers, there is no path, paths are made by dreaming.
Peered down the dark winding stairs and called out coarsely:
There is no elevator to success, you have to take the stairs
I don't like two stories. I like one story. I never grew up with stairs. I like to stick to what I know.
Everytime I climbed the stairs, my heart lifted.
of dark passageways, their footsteps echoing. Schoenberg
The landings were dirty and the walls were bare. This stairway brought me into the balcony, and I sat there in the dark, thinking that nothing now was going to save me, that no pretty girl with new shoes was going to cross my path in time.
Stairs are only leading up So I smile!
My life is a stairway to heaven, not a 'decline into decrepitude.
Start climbing the stairs without thinking how steep are the stairs or how many stairs are there!
At the beginning, all roads seem endless; but they are not!
Hand in hand, we climb the processional stair, rising in the celebratory uproar of a capricious court. As we enter the palace, we are blinded by the ascent from sunshine into darkness.
However tiny or ramshackle they may be, don't ever despise the stairs which take you up to the higher levels!
I didnt know there were so many ways you could walk down stairs until the day we filmed Hermiones entrance into the Yule Ball Hall,
Step by step, one by one, higher and higher. Step by step, rung by rung, climbing Jacob's ladder.
Whenever a climber leaves the known paths, he enters an area without rules or routines ... The only advice comes from deep inside the self.
We all Need a Staircase to Grow Up Together from Friendship
EPILOGUE THE ASCENT BECKONS The
To be very successful, climbing the stairs will not be enough; you must climb the icy stairs as well!
Letter 84
An elephant with his trunk raised is a ladder to the stars.
A breaching whale is a ladder to the bottom of the sea.
My photographs are a ladder to my dreams.
These letters are ladders to you.
Now that my ladder's gone,
I must lie down where all my ladders start,
In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.
I summon to the winding ancient stair;
Set all your mind upon the steep ascent
When you take the right stairs you will arrive at the precise destination.
Now let us go, love, down the winding stair,
With fingers intertwined ...
Like a pathway through a forest, like a carpet for royalty, it shows me the way
When you stand at the bottom of the mountain and look up at the mountaintop, the path looks hard and stony, and the top is obscured by clouds. But when you reach the top and you look down, you realize that there are a thousand paths that could have brought you to that place.
All of us are like stairs, one step after another, going up and down, but all going the same way.
Now, finally has the elevator arrived. The stairs was about to become a personal inferno.
I think I have grown wise enough
To not to wish to climb up the stairs
'M gonna sit, walk, crawl, swing by on the step I am
And let the upper ones have their stare
I took the stairs and felt like my childhood took the elevator.
Choose the paths which are not worn out by many feet!
Grief is a circular staircase.
Beauty and anguish walking hand in hand the downward slope to death.
You climb to reach the summit, but once there, discover that all roads lead down.
Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can, Pursuing it with weary feet, Until it joins some larger way, Where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say.
The world is like a grand staircase, some are going up and some are going down.
And these are called a Jacob's ladder,
The road to Heaven is ascension; always climb upward.
When the elevator to your dreams is broken, take the stairs.
The stairs ended. I wished I knew the jackass who'd made the staircase so short. I'd throw him down the damn steps so he could count them with his head.
The descent beckons
as the ascent beckoned
You may not reach anywhere with a single step; but with it, you open the door leading to infinity!
My heart and the elevator, a plummet inside a plummet.
My soul can find no staircase to Heaven unless it be through Earth's loveliness.
There are different ways to climb a mountain.
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.
One nice thing about stairs: Zombies can navigate them, but they can't do it fast.
The way to heaven is within. Shake the wings of love-when love's wings have become strong, there is no need to trouble about a ladder.
...and one of those neat spiral stairways in the far corner-I wonder where it leads. Spiral staircases always seem to me like they must lead somewhere special.
Even with my deepest soul I knew too well that all of these were just a stairs to heaven.
Where do we find ourselves? In a series of which we do not know the extremes, and believe that it has none. We wake and find ourselves on a stair; there are stairs below us, which we seem to have ascended; there are stairs above us, many a one, which go upward and out of sight.
Heaven is not reached at a single bound. But we build the ladder by which we rise. From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies, And we mount to its summit round by round.
As I'm sure you know, the expression 'It's all uphill from here' has nothing to do with walking up stairs - it merely means that things will get better in the future.
Where roads are made I lose my way.
In the wide water, in the blue sky there is no line of a track.
The pathway is hidden by the birds' wings, by the star-fires, by the flowers of the wayfaring seasons.
And I ask my heart if its blood carries the wisdom of the unseen way.
All roads are long which lead to one's heart's desire.
The world is a staircase," hissed the accordion maker in the darkness. "Some go up and some come down. We must ascend.
Down to Gehenna or up to the throne, / He who travels fastest who travels alone...
What mazes there are in this world.
I travel in gardens and bedrooms, basements and attics, around corners, through doorways and windows, along sidewalks, over carpets, down drainpipes, in the sky, with friends, lovers, children and heros; perceived, remembered, imagined, distorted and clarified.
The pathways of hell are hardly foreign; we shall end up there one day if we tarry too long. From a passageway to a pathway: it is an easy fall, without shock or surprises. Every day we are reacquainted with the sadness of the passageway and step by step we clear the path toward our mournful doom.
Before climbing the summits, you must first walk in the down valleys!
leads to a church, the Madonna del Carmine - Our Lady of Mount Carmine. Narrow stone steps run
you look down flights of stone steps, overhung by great pink tufts of valerian and
The greatest step is that out of doores.
[The greatest step is that out of doors.]
Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar
Paths are made by walking
The heights charm us, but the steps do not; with the mountain in our view we love to walk the plains.
The carriageway to the front door was wide, and graceful white birches lined it. In autumn they shed a carpet of gold on the road, and in winter, burdened with snow, they arched over it, a frosted white tunnel paned with glimpses of blue sky.
Onward we climb. The upper slope is a crust of friable lava. It crunches like peanut brittle beneath our steps.
The street curves in and out, up and down in great waves of asphalt; at night the granite tomb is noisy with starlings like the creaking of many axles; only the tired walker know how much there is to climb, how the sidewalk curves into the cold wind.
Here is a hall without exit, a tunnel without end.
Don't Rush Up The Stairs, you Just Might Fall. Take it One Step At A Time!
You can't jump down the stairs in one leap, however much you might wish to, and you even more surely can't jump up it, but one step and then the next and there you are, at the top or the bottom and not a bit out of breath or discomposed.
The long and winding road that leads to your door / Will never disappear, / I've seen that road before it always leads me here, / Leads me to your door.
Books - they weren't ladders out of the abyss, but they were companions.
You have to climb to reach a deep thought.
The road to death is a lonely highway, and longer than it apears, even when it leads straight down from the scaffold, by way of a rope; and it's a dark road, with never any moon shining on it, to light your way.
Everyone's always tryin to find an entrance to the kingdom of heaven, she says. Me, I ain't so interested in entrances. All I want's a kingdom of exits.
The way to Heaven is ascending; we must be content to travel uphill, though it be hard and tiresome, and contrary to the natural bias of our flesh.
Every Journey, no matter how far, starts with one step
Every step of the upward way is strewn with wreckage of body, mind, and morals.
I passed your floor on the way up, and now I'm passing it on the way down, and I don't think I'll be taking this elevator again.
Doesn't matter where you go, home is uphill
As we move, a roar like the voice of some satanic creature bellows from the staircase. The fire's voice. I've heard it in lots of places, and the sound turns my insides to jelly. There's a reason human beings will jump ten floors onto concrete to escape being burned alive. That roar is part of it.
I love you because
Five floor walk up
1 to the 2 to the E
Three avenues
Climbing in the Spirit is accompanied by kneeling, and not by running; by surrender, and not by determination. Despair of self leads to utter desperation; but beyond these mists lies the sunshine of God's presence.
Once, he'd been sure the view from the peak would be worth the climb. But slowly he'd come to know that the path he was on, littered with boulders, pitfalls, and traps, crept onward forever but never reached the top.
To walk an endless road
Mankind progresses not smoothly, as by a sliding carpet ascent, but by rugged steps broken by gaps. He halts long on one stage before taking the next. Often he remains stationary, unable to form resolution to step forward - sometimes even has turned round and retrograded.
Plans, endless walks without