I remember when I was a child… walking into the woods by myself and feeling the solitude around me build like electricity and pass through my body with a jolt that made my hair prickle.
I don’t like flying at the best of times. And as I get older, I like it less and less. I don’t much like driving, either. I prefer to be driven. And, when I’m in London, I don’t even like walking on the street. I can never get used to looking the right way when I cross the street.
It’s a comforting thought to know that I’ve got my partner by my side walking through life and all the ups and the downs. I know we can handle it. There’s nothing too big or too crazy that’s going to tear us apart.
I don’t see anyone walking around with a puppet on his hand in real life. Puppet therapy is very common for children. It’s not something that adults take on.
Apart from my work, my greatest pleasures have been mainly out-of-doors, and although I no longer ski, I greatly enjoy walking in the mountains and leading country rambles. I am fond of music, whether light or classical, and play the piano in a self-taught way. In company, I enjoy lively, way-out discussions.
Provence off the beaten track offers silence, stillness, sweet scents, eagles, chestnuts, endless avenues shaded by plane trees, fabulous walking, cycle tracks and beaches to die for.
Growing up in England, you’re sort of spoiled, in a way. You sort of take it for granted that within a half-hour’s drive, you could be walking around a stately home from the 1700s. It’s not very hard to do – in California, you’ve got to take a flight!
I can watch an episode of Jerry Seinfeld, and by the end, I’m just walking around my house, you know, talking like Jerry Seinfeld. ‘What is that? What are you doing? Who is it? What’s going’ – you know, I just had that thing, when I grew up, I’d just start talking like people. You know, I always had that.
While we walking, while we breathing, we dying… I be really feeling like, even though we live to die, some people be dying to live.
Walking is the only way proven to stave off cognitive decline – it works.
Being a Jew is like walking in the wind or swimming: you are touched at all points and conscious everywhere.
Character development is what I value most as a reader of fiction. If an author can manage to create the sort of characters who feel fully real, who I find myself worrying about while I’m walking through the grocery store aisles a week later, that to me is as close to perfection as it gets.
Look, if you have somebody who doesn’t have health insurance, who doesn’t have a doctor or dentist, and in order to deal with their cold or flu or dental problem, they go to an emergency room – in general, that visit will cost ten times more than walking into a community health center.
I think Walking Dead is one of the friendliest new reader type books in that every time a new trade is shipped out, a new issue is shipped out at the same time.
My parents live near the ocean, and I’ve spent a lot of time walking through the water at night, being around the water.
I understood at a very early age that in nature, I felt everything I should feel in church but never did. Walking in the woods, I felt in touch with the universe and with the spirit of the universe.
I’m not really afraid of the dark, except if I’m walking. The thing that scares me the most is the possibility of walking into a wall and busting my lip.
I really got into ‘The Walking Dead.’ That was genius. And I have to say, my husband is on ‘Shameless,’ and I think it’s a brilliant show.
Eyebrows are really important because they structure the face. In school it was funny because I was always the one walking around with tweezers plucking my girlfriends’ eyebrows. I was really good; eyebrow tweezing runs in my family – my mother used to do mine, and I picked it up.
During the writer’s strike I was walking a line and ran into Jack Black and he said, ‘We’re doing Airborne 2!’, and I asked, ‘Are you kidding?’, and he said, ‘Yeah.’ I like ‘Airborne,’ its very pure.
At the premiere for ‘Leave It to Beaver,’ I was walking down the red carpet, and they were screaming my name, and I’m wondering, ‘What do I do?’ So I had to think, ‘OK, calm down, one person at a time.’ Everything is kind of rattling, but afterwards, my publicist said I did really good.
I grew up looking at the Grammys. It was a childhood infatuation with these people walking around with gold statues. I felt like they were the best, and that’s why I started working so hard.
You have a different experience as a woman walking through life; you just do.
I think I had only been working nine months when I got ‘Star Trek,’ and it was huge. It was very overwhelming. So that opened my eyes a bit at an early age, kind of how not be frightened when walking into a responsibility of something like that.
I’d love to learn how to foxtrot and cha cha. Believe it or not, I have terrible dancing skills. I can do everything on the ice, but as soon as you put me on the ground, I’m that person that falls down walking off a curb.
I remember being unemployed and walking the East Village streets for many years, constantly checking my voice mail on pay phones, hoping for an audition.
Then, all of a sudden, here I am in the Press Room in the White House and walking in with the guards, who handed me three little pieces of paper asking me to send pictures to the guards at the White House.
Even Disney – off the record, but on the record – knows that I have the power. They love me because of that. I don’t act like it. I’m not walking around all cocky, but the tables have turned.
One of the shows I would very much love to be a part of is ‘Mad Men’ – walking around that office.
I was walking downtown and the drunk tank stopped and picked me up… I was like, ‘Wait a minute here fellas, there’s a misunderstanding. I’m not drunk. I have cerebral palsy.’ They were like, ‘That’s a pretty big word for a drunk.’
I have OCD and, literally, walking on the left, needing things to be in even numbers with few exceptions. One and seven, any number that ends in seven, that’s all me. All the tics like the pulling of the ear and scratching of the palms, all me.
My family moved from California to New Jersey in the beginning of my sophomore year of high school. I will never forget the first day in a new school, walking into the cafeteria during lunch and not knowing a single soul. I didn’t feel confident enough to share a seat at just anyone’s table.
Virtual reality has already proved useful in treating phobias and PTSD. It can help people overcome a fear of heights, for example, through simulations of standing on a balcony or walking across a bridge.
I love New York City. Everyone is busy with their own lives – and no one is interested in some Hollywood celebrity walking past in downtown Manhattan. That’s why it’s my favorite city. You can do what you want without attracting a crowd of curious onlookers.
You want people walking away from the conversation with some kernel of wisdom or some kind of impact.
Let’s just say, if I weren’t a model, I’d be a walking collage. I see my body as a blank canvas that’s aching to be decorated; I find it all very fascinating.
That is what war is and dancing it is forward and back, when one is out walking one wants not to go back the way they came but in dancing and in war it is forward and back.
Only one in five children in the U.S. lives within walking distance of a park. Many more lack access to a quality early childhood education that provides ample time and space to play.
Jean Shrimpton was the most beautiful of all the models I have known. To walk down the King’s Road, Chelsea, with Shrimpton was like walking through the rye. Strong men just keeled over right and left as she strode up the street.
I went to a Christian all-boys’ college one time to pick up my buddies so we could go play baseball, and I just remember walking through the halls, and there’s all these crucified Jesuses. It’s scary.
This life, which had been the tomb of his virtue and of his honour, is but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Walking is man’s best medicine.
I get bored with establishing shots of people getting out of cars and walking into buildings, getting into elevators and then 45 seconds later they have a line.
It is all around us, hidden in plain sight. It is walking our streets, supplying shops and supermarkets, working in fields, factories or nail bars, trapped in brothels or cowering behind the curtains in an ordinary street: slavery.
Christopher Reeve understood that… everything begins with hope. His vision of walking again, his belief that he would be able to in his lifetime, towered over his broken body.
I’ve never been shy or secretive with the fact that if you walk into my life, you may be walking onto a record.
On every show I’ve been on, it’s just managing all the different responsibilities and time management. ‘The Walking Dead’ is a really well-oiled machine, and I have a great number of people who do a great number of things very well.
My favorite place is whichever sidewalk is beneath my feet because I am just constantly fascinated by walking and looking and learning. If I’ve already walked a street five times, then the next five times I walk it looking up, and I learn something about the cornices.
