They grow stiff in the joints. They get in a rut. They go to seed.
They weren't moving. Perhaps I was dazzling then with my ineptitude. It had happened before.
it is a shocking trick for a young person to be always lolling upon a sofa.
He had been standing still; for an artist, one of the more painful forms of death.
Nothing was happening in the bedroom. I nicknamed our waterbed the Dead Sea.
Some people never get their feet on the ground, They're either sitting in a chair or theyre laying down.
The essence of decay is inactivity.
I don't like feeling stuck, like I'm not going anywhere.
Sleeping here is harder here in space than on a bed because the sleep position here is the same position throughout the day. You don't ever get that sense of gratifying relaxation here that you do on Earth after a long day at work.
Big Cliff Lazarenko's idea of exercise is sitting in a room with the windows open taking the lid off something cool and fizzy.
We are under exercised as a nation. We look instead of play. We ride instead of walk. Our existence deprives us of the minimum of physical activity essential for healthy living.
When we did not move or speak, there was no proof that we were there at all.
Nobody is going to move. Here is the story folks.
Silence is the language of inertia.
Sports are the reason I am out of shape. I watch them all on TV.
Civilization impairs physical fitness.
Her face lay still on the air under his face.
I don't know how long a child will remain utterly static in front of the television, but my guess is that it could be well into their thirties.
As long as you are stationary, no one will complain. Dogs don't bark at parked cars.
if you stay still, earth buries you, ready or not.
On the floor, and hanging on to the bar, squatted an old man, immobile as an object. His years had reduced and polished him as water does a stone or the generations of men do a sentence.
