Pleasure has no logic; it never treads in its own footsteps.

Don't tell us the sky is the limit when there are footsteps on the moon.

— Anonymous

Let them talk all they want behind your back, you know they'll eventually shut up the moment they hear the sound of your footsteps.

— Anonymous

Last but not least my family. My brother Tony, I love you. Thank you for beating me up when I was a kid. I…

— Kevin Durant

My parents, who were both professors at Tsinghua University, hoped that I would follow in their footsteps and become a professor.

— Ken Xie

When we see the many grave-stones which have fallen in, which have been defaced by the footsteps of the congregation, which lie buried under…

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

My advice to someone to follow in my footsteps is to have patience. I've been doing this for twelve years.

— Christina Milian

You think the only people who are people, are the people who look and think like you. But if you walk the footsteps of…

— Anonymous

“I hear them, the fallen priest and the lady. Their footsteps sound like the soft hush of rain over the stone floors.”

— Rene Denfeld

I listen to a lot of artists like Tori Amos, Cherry Glazerr, and Patti Smith, and I kind of wanted to follow in their…

— Jade Bird

Can you hear those footsteps behindd you?... Thats not me running after you... Thats karma catching up to you

— Wynter Ryleigh

Walking the streets on winter nights kept him warm, despite the cold nocturnal passions of uprising winds. His footsteps led between trade-marked houses, two…

— Alan Sillitoe

“Another growl came, and then very heavy footsteps - like T-rex-shaking-the-water-cup-jurassic-park-style heavy foot steps.”

— Courtney Allison Moulton

And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams-- In what…

— Edgar Allan Poe

After a while, footsteps sounded on the flagstones outside and there was a gentle tap at the door. Of course, one of them would…

— Juliet Marillier

Let me drink from the waters where the mountain streams flood Let the smell of wildflowers flow free through my blood Let me sleep…

— Bob Dylan