He’s going to give me a piggyback ride home. He’s my designated walker.

If you seek creative ideas go walking.Angels whisper to a man when he goes fora walk.

Walking is so monotonous. Left, right, left, right, it’s also all so political.

It’s not easy to run in such a way that makes it look like you’re walking.

someday i will walk under the soul-blossom tree with my hand eternally woven in yours.

Your footsteps will have more to say about your spiritual life than knowledge attained.

My love is atonal. It sounds like a bodily function (walking, or sometimes running).


Now shall I walk or shall I ride?'Ride,' Pleasure said;'Walk,' Joy replied.

Angels walk among us, Sometimes the only thing we may not see are the wings upon their backs.

The stones were sharp,The wind came at my back;Walking along the highway, Mincing like a cat.

It seems thus possible to give a preliminary definition of walking as a space of enunciation.

Because the earth is walking in the space, even when we sit on the earth, we are still walking!

Let's take a walk. You can show me some of your memories and I'll show you some of mine.

I walk with a purpose. And a limp. (The limp helps serve my purpose, which is to gain sympathy.)

Crowds most envy the lonely man who walks confidently as if he is walking with the great crowds!