#moving

Well I was out in the garden moving rocks on the day of the Emmys. I was just playing in the dirt. ↗

— Charles Keating

#dirt #emmys #garden #i #just

We can speak without voice to the trees and the clouds and the waves of the sea. Without words they respond through the rustling of leaves and the moving of clouds and the murmuring of the sea. ↗

— Paul Tillich

#leaves #moving #murmuring #respond #sea

It's just an unhealthy way to approach something, trying to outdo your last thing. You've gotta trust evolution, you've gotta trust that the bar is moving, that you don't need to force the bar. It'll just happen. ↗

— Johnny Knoxville

#bar #evolution #force #gotta #happen

It is particularly moving, and I can say this also as a Protestant Christian, that a German - one of us - has been made Pope. ↗

— Horst Koehler

#been #christian #german #i #i can

But for the children of the poorest people we're stripping the curriculum, removing the arts and music, and drilling the children into useful labor. We're not valuing a child for the time in which she actually is a child. ↗

— Jonathan Kozol

#arts #child #children #curriculum #drilling

If you have no good drive in you, your life will not be steered through a good direction. It will miss its destined station. Passion or drive is what moves the vehicle of a fulfilled life. ↗

— Israelmore Ayivor

#destined #destiny #direction #drive #driver

I personally think skateboarding is harder because it has so many moving parts. With snowboarding, your feet are strapped to your board. ↗

— Shaun White

#board #feet #harder #i #many

I've learned that I get blocked when my subconscious mind is telling me that I've taken the work in a wrong direction, and that once I start listening to what my subconscious is trying to tell me, I can work out the problem and get moving again. ↗

— Walter Jon Williams

#blocked #conscious mind #direction #get #i

At some point, to counter the list of the dead, I had begun keeping my own list of the living. It was something I noticed Len Fenerman did too. When he was off duty he would note the young girls and elderly women and every other female in the rainbow in between and count them among the things that sustained him. The young girl in the mall whose pale legs had grown too long for her now too-young dress and who had an aching vulnerability that went straight to both Len's and my own heart. Elderly women, wobbling with walkers, who insisted on dyeing their hair unnatural versions of the colors they had in youth. Middle-aged single mothers racing around in grocery stores while their children pulled bags of candy off the shelves. When I saw them, I took count. Living, breathing women. Sometimes I saw the wounded- those who had been beaten by husbands or raped by strangers, children raped by their fathers- and I would wish to intervene somehow. Len saw these wounded women all the time. They were regulars at the station, but even when he went somewhere outside his jurisdiction he could sense them when they came near. The wife in that bait-'n'-tackle shop had no bruises on her face but cowered like a dog and spoke in apologetic whispers. The girl he saw walk the road each time he went upstate to visit his sisters. As the years passed she'd grown leaner, the fat from her cheeks had drained, and sorrow had loaded her eyes in a way that made them hang heavy and hopeless inside her mallowed skin. When she was not there it worried him. When she was there it both depressed and revived him. ~Len Fenerman on stepping back/letting go/giving up pgs 271-272 ↗

— Alice Sebold

#age

We are moving toward a global economy. One way of approaching that is to pull the covers over your head. Another is to say: It may be more complicated - but that's the world I am going to live in, I might as well be good at it. ↗

— Phil Condit

#another #approaching #complicated #covers #economy