#tread

You mean,” said Caspian, “that we might be just–well, poured over it?” “Yes, yes,” cried Repicheep, clapping his paws together. “That’s how I’ve always imagined it–the World is like a great round table and the waters of all the oceans endlessly pouring over the edge. The ship will tip up–stand on her head–for one moment we shall see over the edge– and then, down, down, the rush, the speed– ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#reepicheep #the-edge-of-the-world #the-voyage-of-the-dawn-treader #imagination

I mean, first of all, let me say whichever superhero first came up with the idea of wearing a cape, he wasn't really onto anything good. The number of times I'm treading on that damn thing or I throw a punch and it ends up covering my whole head. It's really not practical. ↗

— Christian Bale

#came #cape #covering #damn #damn thing

We are living in the machine age. For the first time in history the comedian has been compelled to supply himself with jokes and comedy material to compete with the machine. Whether he knows it or not, the comedian is on a treadmill to oblivion. ↗

— Fred Allen

#been #comedian #comedy #compelled #compete

I have a treadmill, and I work out with my trainer, Julie Diamond, as often as possible. She's so positive. ↗

— Emily Deschanel

#i #julie #often #out #positive

You've got to find ways to breathe while you're dancing so that when it comes time for you to stop and sing again, you have it. To prepare, I do a lot of aerobic activity. Many times at the gym, people will look at me because I'll be on the treadmill humming. ↗

— Kristin Chenoweth

#aerobic #again #because #breathe #comes

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#dreams #softly #tread #you

The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#behind #black #broken #feet #god

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#being #dreams #feet #i #only

I like the light that comes off metal shutters at siesta time in the summer, having a break from driving in the shops at motorway services, the odour of petrol at petrol stations, rolling down little slopes. I hate it when you tread in a puddle and the water soaks your socks. ↗

— Audrey Tautou

#comes #down #driving #hate #having

Miss Abbott, don't worry over me. Some people are born not to do things. I'm one of them. ↗

— E.M. Forster

#forster #life #philosophy #where-angels-fear-to-tread #life