I like New York in the spring and in the fall. It's one of the best cities to walk that I've ever been in.
Those who walk uprightly enter into peace; they find rest as they lie in death.
I'm looking at the window and can't understand why there are six hundred thousand SUVs here in this little town. No one can even move. Why doesn't everyone just get out and walk?
The whole point of art, as far as I’m concerned, is that art doesn’t make any difference. And that’s why it’s important. Take film: you can have quite extreme emotional experiences watching a movie, but they stop as soon as you walk out of the cinema. You can see people being hurt, but even though you feel those things strongly, you know they’re not real.
If you fall down, get up and walk again. If you can't walk, crawl. If that idea fails, have another one It doesn't happen by accident. It takes a lot of hard work.
We need to walk to know sacred places, those around us and those within. We need to walk to remember the songs.
I hate this, I want this to stop, how are we supposed to live with this, and how am I supposed to walk away? You’re real and I hate you for it.
It sends the signal that you can kill and walk away and not face the kind of justice that you ought to pay for those kinds of acts.
As you and I walk the pathway Jesus walked, let us listen for the sound of sandaled feet. Let us reach out for the Carpenter's hand. Then we shall come to know Him.
It's daylight, the sky is cloudy, and human beings believe that beyond the clouds lives an all-powerful God, guiding the fate of men. Meanwhile, look at your son, look at your feet, listen to the sounds around you: down here is the Mother, so much closer, bringing joy to children and energy to those who walk over her body. Why do people prefer to believe in something far away and forget what is there before their eyes, a true manifestation of the miracle?
Thanks to Reagan, the insane now walk among us babbling about Starbucks and sodomite semen in this zombie apocalypse we call the 21st century.
A lot of weird things happen to me. People call out to me on the street and I figure I know them, and I walk over. And then they start to talk about a movie, and I get so embarrassed. Sometimes they think I'm Lorraine Bracco or Laura San Giacomo or Marisa Tomei. I'm sure it happens to them all the time, too.
Lit majors are not known for watching where they're going; most of us walk with our eyes in a book instead of on the path ahead.
Stand up and walk. Move forward.
I would love it if, even for one day, you could walk through a neighborhood and see an Asian guy sitting on his stoop, then you look across the street and see a black guy and a white guy sitting on their porches, and a Mexican dude walking by.
I can walk around fine, but I don't have a desk job.
Dream in light years, challenge miles, walk step by step
I learned to walk as a baby, and I haven't had a lesson since.
Take a walk with a turtle. And behold the world in pause.
When people come and see my show, I try to infuse into them that they can walk away feeling like their lives are a victory.