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Always Moving Forward
We drift, often on a whim, searching for something to search for.
Bobbing and weaving are methods and maneuvers by which we bend ethics, water down morals, and parse down values to serve our agendas.
when you lose your sails, row.
Never being, but always at the edge of Being.
You've traveled this far on the back of every mistake, ridden in dark-eyed and morose but calm as a house after the TV set has been pitched out the upstairs window. (from "Antilamentation")
Sometimes you must go against the wheel's turn.
Veggard Heggem, my word, he must have a Yamaha down his shorts.
Fhat thouding do're.
When we feel stuck, going nowhere-even starting to slip backward-we may actually be backing up to get a running start.
It is difficult to steer a parked car, so get moving.
Zugzwang. It's when you have no good moves. But you still have to move.
Marveling at the 180 degree swings of life in general.
It's hard to keep your head when the ground's moving 'neath your feet
Take a wrong turn. Get lost in something you love.
progrestination: wandering sideways through the to-do list..and finding interesting distractions from the main goal.
Many of us know nothing other than a directionless cadence, having left the footprints of our lives meandering down a road that's meandering itself.
Never halt on a shifting slope. Even if you think you have a firm foothold ...
Slowing the car, peering through the trees, on the lookout for
Switchback"
turn, turn,
and again,
hard scrabble
steep travel
ahead.
When I look at the faces of turning drivers, I mostly see them looking in the direction of oncoming motorists rather than at the people they're about to turn into.
Moving. Someone said this to me a long time ago, it's bhuddist saying, I think: 'There is no wasted effort'.
When you're in your lane, there's no traffic.
My head is turned by every eye
rolling eye balls
There's no work so tirin' as danglin' about an' starin' an' not rightly knowin' what you're goin' to do next; and keepin' your face i' smilin' order like a grocer o' market-day for fear people shouldna think you civil enough.
When I have clarified and exhausted a subject, then I turn away from it, in order to go into darkness again.
Well, I would say that I'm just drifting. Here in the pool.
The most challenging aspect of living is staying in your lane.
My moral compass has been gradually tilting off-course, and I've been letting it happen.
wandered. Such has been my common
When yo hold your nose so high in the air, you can't see where you are going.
Canoodling, I see.
howling alternately
Tis not the nodding of the head that rows the boat.' As
If everything is coming your way, you're in the wrong lane(T-Shirt)
WOKING (vb.) To enter the kitchen with the precise determination to perform something only to forget what it is just before you do it.
You have to stop to change direction.
It's a long lane that has no turning.
Even when you are on the right track you will get run over if you just sit there." "To
Tis looking downward makes one dizzy.
Sleepwalking down the hall like a firefly in the fog.
Groangrousegurgling Toft's cumbersome whirligig turns slowly the room right roundabout the room.)
Farting, don't think, just fart.
Deign on the passing world to turn thine eyes, And pause awhile from letters, to be wise.
Here's one problem with drifting: you can't drift your way to the top of the mountain.
How did you learn to drive like that?" Gwen yelled over the howl of six hundred horses. "Watching Jacks." She gunned the engine and slipped around another car. "What?" "You know, watching his shifting." Gwen gasped. "You've been looking at his SHIFTER?
coming
down
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something
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[W]alking sometimes in a perfectly desolate plain where there have been no houses nor trees to guide me, I have been occasionally compelled to remain stationary for hours together, waiting till the rain came before continuing my journey.
It's like driving a car with your foot on the brake.
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
A Schwalling is when he does something unintentionally idiotic that makes him look stupid,
What movement! What restlessness! Even the mountains can't stand still.
If you want to sail your ship in a different direction, you must turn one degree at a time.
My eccentricity became direction.
Hurrying, dragging, falling, crying, calling out names hopefully and hopelessly.
We are apt to mistake our vocation by looking out of the way for occasions to exercise great and rare virtues, and by stepping over the ordinary ones that lie directly in the road before us.
Cornering is like bringing a woman to climax.
Sitting still as stone watching - watching
People walking by you wondering why
No one ever stops to talk or thinks about it - if they ever did
In all my unhappiness I was moving, and suddenly, this moving became an expression, a speaking out
Over the years, whenever I've felt that little twinkle in the hairs on the back of my neck., as I encountered an original thought or observation in a fishing book, I've turned the corner of the page down.
Life a continuous backing away from the edge.
There are no wrong turnings. Only paths we had not known we were meant to walk.
One cannot creep upon a journey; one cannot help getting on faster than one has planned: and the pleasure of coming in upon one's friends before the look-out begins is worth a great deal more than any little exertion it needs.
Steering is for people who know where they're going.
Sometimes the wheel turns slowly, but it turns.
Habits are soon assumed; but when we strive to strip them off, 'tis being flayed alive.
This common body, like to a vagabond flag upon the stream, goes to and back, lackeying the varying tide, to rot itself with motion
You're not built for riding, either," Horace added. "I'd say more saddle sore than homesick."
Svenal sighed ruefully, shifting his buttocks for the twentieth time to find a more comfortable spot.
"It's true," he said. "I've been discovering parts of my backside I never knew existed.
The more she turned right the more I turned wrong.
What is it about winter that causes people to drive as if their hands are feet?
I'm turning left. Look, everyone, my blinker is on, and I'm turning left. I am so happy to be alive, driving along, making a left turn. I'm serious. I am doing exactly what I want to be doing at this moment: existing on a Tuesday, going about my business, on my way somewhere, turning left.
Rarely use Venery but for Health or Offspring; Never to Dulness, Weakness, or the Injury of your own or another's Peace or Reputation.
Everywhere, giant finned cars nose forward like fish; a savage servility slides by on grease.
Catching my breath. I watch them go. I watch them disregard gravity, the ground, and the distance between us. And though an old feeling, one of the wings, haunts my shoulder blades, I stay pinned to the window. I've learned that I cannot go with them
We all have times that we get off center.
Going to pieces. To go to pieces so pointlessly and unnecessarily.
Pivoting is not the end of the disruption process, but the beginning of the next leg of your journey.
In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
Wit' the top down screaming out money ain't a thang
Where the road bends abruptly, take short steps.
But one creature said at last, I am tired of clinging. Though I cannot see it with my eyes, I trust that the current knows where it is going. I shall let go, and let it take me where it will. Clinging, I shall die of boredom.
Sometimes you could get so turned around that even breathing became complicated.
I'm driven. I am. I'm driven for some reason. But I don't know where I'm going.
If everybody floated with the tide of talk, placidity would soon end in stagnation. It is the strong backward stroke which stirs the ripples, and gives animation and variety.
Becoming unshakeable through this storm.
It's hard to steer a parked car.
My free drift Halts not particularly, but moves itself In a wide sea of wax; no levelled malice Infects one comma in the course I hold, But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, Leaving no tract behind.
Now I'm in the process of fine turning.
Those who have the FREEDOM to Row can get to where they want to Go!-RVM
[My] career was sputtering until [I] did a 360 and got headed in the right direction.
It wasn't until the car turned the corner and headed down a busy Paris street that I slumped back in the seat, but my slumpage was short-lived
As we headed out toward the parking lot, Dan said "Why don't we take the truck? It's less conspicuous."
He had a point. With Fang sitting on the back of my motorcycle in his goggles we were more likely to draw attention than divert it.
YEAH, THAT'S 'CAUSE I'M SMOKIN'!
As he walked along, consciously enjoying the early coolness of the morning, he turned and looked behind him. People often do this and are usually surprised to find that there is some reason for turning around. Sometimes there is no apparent reason and they wonder why they did it. ("Ordeal By Water")
driving rapidly in the direction of Reading, but
I'm annoying to be around because I keep twitching.
Every human activity is a tack for killing time,
Its the shingaling, baby!
Sometimes you simply need to drift aimlessly, in order to reach the destination of aim.
From now on you must strive to cut out unnecessary
movement. Waste in movement is wrong and will get you
killed.
To steer from the passenger seat. I sniggered. You have