Top 1200 Walking Dead Quotes & Sayings - Page 20

Walking articulates both physical and mental freedom.

Everything is within walking distance, as long as you have time.

I get nervous when I fly; I'm used to walking with my feet.

I'm a street walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm.

The Devil's walking parody; On all four-footed things.

I didn't want to be big Mr. Ego walking around.

Walking this road without you to remake forgotten promises

From now on walking is my beer and feeling good is my hangover.

Every cripple has his own way of walking.

You can't leave a footprint that lasts if you're always walking on tiptoe.

Oh my God, I'm a walking advertisement for discounted shopping.

It is not talking but walking that will bring us to heaven.

I couldn't remember what life was like before I started walking.

Most humans, in varying degrees, are already dead. In one way or another they have lost their dreams, their ambitions, their desire for a better life. They have surrendered their fight for self-esteem and they have compromised their great potential. They have settled for a life of mediocrity, days of despair and nights of tears. They are no more than living deaths confined to cemeteries of their choice. Yet they need not remain in that state. They can be resurrected from their sorry condition. They can each perform the greatest miracle in the world. They can each come back from the dead.

Walk like you have three men walking behind you.

I trip walking down the stairs, but I can skate them probably.

Today I stood taller from walking among the trees.

Walking through the city streets... Is it by mistake or design?

'Big Little Lies' is the story of a school trivia night that goes horrifically wrong, when one parent ends up dead, possibly murdered. I have never attended a school trivia night where a parent ended up dead. In fact, I've never been to a school trivia night at all.

It's a lovely experience walking around a museum by yourself.

Without a filter, a man is just chaos walking.

Without perceiving things through the old filter of past conditioning and conceptualization, one can sense the universe is intensely alive. Even so-called inanimate objects - I often pick up little objects and just look at them and sense that they are alive. Physicists actually confirm that what we perceive as dead matter is not dead at all. Everything is an intensely alive energy field. That aliveness is only an aspect of the aliveness or life that I am.

I enjoy walking my dog and completing crossword puzzles.

I have a real challenge of finding dog-walking shoes.

I am basically a walking McDonald's chicken nugget.

Elizabeth's back at the red cross, and I'm walking the dog.

I'm photographed a lot walking my dog, not the most glamourous!

I don't have to be walking around like some peasant. I'm royalty!

Walking is the exact balance between spirit and humility.

O ye dead Poets, who are living still Immortal in your verse, though life be fled, And ye, O living Poets, who are dead Though ye are living, if neglect can kill, Tell me if in the darkest hours of ill, With drops of anguish falling fast and red From the sharp crown of thorns upon your head, Ye were not glad your errand to fulfill?

I love walking into an empty room and imagining what it could be.

The food you eat today is walking and talking tomorrow.

Fear not the path of Truth for the lack of People walking on it.

You can't get to courage without walking through vulnerability.

People do get out of my way when I'm walking to the shops.

Have you heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning hours, ran to the market place, and cried incessantly, I seek God! I seek God! As many of those who do not believe in God were standing around just then, he provoked much laughter... Whither is God, he cried. I shall tell you. We have killed him - you and I. All of us are murderers.... God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him.

Paddle boarding: it's the closest you get to walking on water.

No human walking the earth thinks of himself as a bullshitter.

Life is like walking you take one step at a time.

The next time you do a filibuster, keep walking around.

Chain me with roaring bears; Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house, O'er-covered quite with dead men's rattling bones, With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls; Or bid me go into a new-made grave, And hide me with a dead man in his shroud; Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble; And I will do it without Fear or Doubt, To live an unstain'd Wife of my sweet Love.

I have spent my life falling. Not the kind that Tiny's talking about. He's talking about love. I'm talking about life. In my kind of falling, there's no landing. There's only hitting the ground. Hard. Dead, or wanting to be dead. So the whole time you're falling, it's the worst feeling in the world. Because you feel you have no control over it. Because you know how it ends.

Being a classical musician I'm fascinated with how my colleagues, not just singers, but every musician finds ways to express something else or something new or the same ol', same ol' in classical music. I'm always in dialogue with other musicians at least orally, if I can't be with them and a lot of dead musicians as well. I've learned a lot from dead people on recordings.

Courage is walking naked through a cannibal village

Literature is a bad crutch, but a good walking-stick.

I'm going to be 80, walking with a stick down the runway.

The only exercise I get is walking to the betting office.

To become a philosopher, start by walking very slowly.

When I looked in his eyes, I just kept on walking.

It is good walking when one hath his horse in hand.

Reading is not walking on the words; it's grasping the soul of them.

If you don't like the road you're walking, start paving another one.

If I could write a novel while I'm walking, I probably would.

People have a crab mentality, man. They're walking sideways.

I'm a walking zombie and I think I'm going to be like that for a while.

I'm a walking testimony, a product of all the people in my life and my faith.

I'm looking to no man walking this earth for approval of what I'm doing.

in coming to terms with the newly dead, I seem to have agitated the spirits of the long dead. They were stirring uneasily in their graves, demanding to be mourned as I had not mourned them when they were buried. I was plunged into retroactive grief for my father, and could no longer deny, though I still tried, the loss I'd suffered at the death of my mother. ... Was it possible ... that one could mourn over losses that had occurred more than half a century earlier?

It's like walking through someone's small intestine.

When you think about a walking tree, laughter is the response.