Every walk is a sort of crusade, preached by some Peter the Hermit in us. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
The influence of fine scenery, the presence of mountains, appeases our irritations and elevates our friendships. — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
You never know what's around the corner. It could be everything. Or it could be nothing. You keep putting one foot in… — Tom Hiddleston Copy Share Image
There's some end at last for the man who follows a path; mere rambling is interminable. — Seneca the Elder Copy Share Image
Just to be seen strolling to or from a helicopter on the White House lawn, shouting an evasive answer to Sam Donaldson,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Once in a lifetime, perhaps, one escapes the actual confines of the flesh. Once in a lifetime, if one is lucky, one… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
Some mountaineers are proud of having done all their climbs without bivouac. How much they have missed ! And the same applies… — Gaston Rebuffat Copy Share Image
Strolling on the plateau of life, desperate for the mountain, I never thought that I would get this far. It's only art… — Tracey Emin Copy Share Image
Recreation in the open is of the finest grade. The moral benefits are all positive. The individual with any soul cannot live… — Arthur Carhart Copy Share Image
For in this walk, this voyage, it is yourself, the profound history of your 'self,' that now as always you encounter. — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
Walks. The body advances, while the mind flutters around it like a bird. — Jules Renard Copy Share Image
When my neighbor walks the dogs, he performs a ritual act of sacer simplicitas, to use the church Latin: "sacred simplicity." Walking… — Robert Fulghum Copy Share Image
Every thought sounds like a footfall, Till a thought like a boot kicks down the wall. — Laura Riding Copy Share Image
Perhaps walking is best imagined as an 'indicator species,' to use an ecologist's term. An indicator species signifies the health of an… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes, my rage, forgetting everything. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I will look at the footprints going in and out of the water and dream up a small blue good to talk… — Gerald Stern Copy Share Image
It's amazing how much time one can spend in a garden doing nothing at all. I sometimes think, in fact, that the… — Jane Garmey Copy Share Image
