Don’t step on my toes. Especially if I’m walking on my hands.

Why is it called a flight of stairs? It should be called a walk of stairs.

Walking and talking - that seemed a very odd way of spending an afternoon.

I have the European urge to use my feet when a drive can be dispensed with

I always buckle up, even if I’m only walking across the parking lot.

If I could not walk far and fast, I think I should just explode and perish.

From where I live now I can walk to the beach, if I have about three weeks.

Walk away quietly in any direction and taste the freedom of the mountaineer.

The dolphin is a mammal, but it can’t walk. However, it can hitchhike.

I’m walking downstairs and upstairs at the same time. I’m in love.

I have never wanted to punch a highway in the face as badly as I do right now.

When real people fall down in life, they get right back up and keep on walking.

I run like I walk—only slower. And I make love like a one-man circus show.

Take a walk outside - it will serve you far more than pacing around in your mind.

I like the crunch sound of snow under my boots. Better than stepping on knuckles.