Browsing Topic Best Walks Quotes

Don’t walk behind me; I may not lead. Don’t walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.

To lead people, walk behind them.

I walk slowly, but never backwards.

…walk with the knowledge that you are never alone.

Lovely days don’t come to you, you should walk to them.

Our freedom can be measured by the number of things we can walk away from.

I have the nerve to walk my own way, however hard, in my search for reality, rather than climb upon the rattling wagon of wishful illusions.

All truly great thoughts are conceived by walking.

We cannot walk alone. And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back.

The rule is you have to dance a little bit in the morning before you leave the house because it changes the way you walk out in the world.

We walk the same path, but got on different shoes, live in the same building, but we got different views

Be courageous, but not foolhardy. Walk proud as you are.

The woman who follows the crowd will usually go no further than the crowd. The woman who walks alone is likely to find herself in places no one has ever been before.

I took a walk in the woods and came out taller than the trees.

The demolition of a Temple is possible at any time, as it cannot walk away from its place.

He who walks in the middle of the road gets hit from both sides.

Walk a single path, become neither cocky with victory nor broken with defeat.

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…I could walk through my garden forever.

We all want to be loved, don’t we? Everyone looks for a way of finding love. It’s a constant search for affection in every walk of life.

Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence.

The only thing that walks back from the tomb with the mourners and refuses to be buried is the character of a man. This is true. What a man is, survives him. It can never be buried.

If you’re paid before you walk on the court, what’s the point in playing as if your life depended on it?

I like women who haven’t lived with too many men. I don’t expect virginity but I simply prefer women who haven’t been rubbed raw by experience. There is a quality about women who choose men sparingly; it appears in their walk in their eyes in their laughter and in their gentle hearts. Women who have had too many men seem to choose the next one out of revenge rather than with feeling. When you play the field selfishly everything works against you: one can’t insist on love or demand affection. You’re finally left with whatever you have been willing to give which often is: nothing.

I’m not going to lie down and let trouble walk over me.

If certain women walk straight into adultery, there are many others who cling to numerous hopes, and commit sin only after wandering through a maze of sorrows.

Not every legend is a myth, some are flesh and blood. Some legends walk among us, but they aren’t born, they’re built. Legends are made from iron & sweat, mind and muscle, blood and vision and victory. Legends are champions, they grow, they win, they conquer. There’s a legend behind every legacy, there’s a blueprint behind every legend.

All know the way, but few actually walk it.

True ambition is not what we thought it was. True ambition is the profound desire to live usefully and walk humbly under the grace of God.

You either walk inside your story and own it or you stand outside your story and hustle for your worthiness.

The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever.

What a luxury a cat is, the moments of shocking and startling pleasure in a day, the feel of the beast, the soft sleekness under your palm, the warmth when you wake on a cold night, the grace and charm even in a quite ordinary workaday puss. Cat walks across your room, and in that lonely stalk you see leopard or even panther, or it turns its head to acknowledge you and the yellow blaze of those eyes tells you what an exotic visitor you have here, in this household friend, the cat who purrs as you stroke, or rub his chin, or scratch his head.

A sacred burden is this life ye bear. Look on it, lift it, bear it solemnly. Stand up and walk beneath it steadfastly. Fail not for sorrow, falter not for sin. But onward, upward, till the goal, ye win.

When I see people on the street, I look at how they walk. It’s like a signature, a fingerprint.

Run forward when possible, walk ahead when you can, stagger onward when you must, but never cease your forward movement.

If you walk, just walk. If you sit, just sit. But don’t wobble.