A Quote by Stanislaw Jerzy Lec

He who limps is still walking. — © Stanislaw Jerzy Lec
He who limps is still walking.

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My da used to sing 'Take Her Up to Monto' to me when we were walking down the street - he still does, actually - because it's got a walking tempo, and I still sing it to myself when I'm walking along.
Report of fashions in proud Italy Whose manners still our tardy-apish nation Limps after in base imitation
So while the name Redskins is only a bit offensive, it’s extremely tacky and dated—like an old aunt who still talks about ‘colored people’ or limps her wrist to suggest someone’s gay.
i am like a survivor of the flood walking through the streets drenched with God surprised that all of the drowned victims are still walking and talking
One day I was in an airport rushing to catch a plane. I was sweating and puffing when I looked to my right and saw a man walking half as fast as I was, but going faster. He was walking on a moving sidewalk. When we walk in the Spirit, eh comes underneath us and bears us along. We're still walking, but we walk dependent on him.
Walking on rocks, hurts. Walking on glass, cuts. Walking on hot coals, burns. Walking on someones heart, kills.
For pastors who have a dream and who are walking in obedience but still don't have the resources they need, don't worry. Keep walking in obedience.
If you're walking with your lady on the sidewalk, I still like to see a man walking street-side, to protect the lady from traffic. I grew up with that, and I hate to see something like that get lost. I still like to see that a man opens the door. I like those touches of chivalry that are fast disappearing.
Justice limps along, but gets there all the same.
Pleasure limps for him. who enjoys it alone.
We're going to start walking again. We can't stand still, you know. Not as long as we're still alive.
If I'm still walking, I am not dead. So I have to still walk and run towards the benefit of Lebanon.
One small cloud, cast out by the herd, limps away to the west.
Imagine you are walking down a leafy path...The sun is receding, and you are walking alone, caressed by the breezy light of the late afternoon. Then suddenly, you feel a large drop on your right arm. Is it raining? You look up. The sky is still deceptively sunny...seconds later another drop. Then, with the sun still perched in the sky, you are drenched in a shower of rain. This is how memories invade me, abruptly and unexpectedly.
economics limps along with one foot in untested hypotheses and the other in untestable slogans.
Right and proof are two crutches for everything bent and crooked that limps along.
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