Feet Quotes - Page 31

How tall are you big boy? Six foot nine inches! Let's go up to my place and talk about the nine inches!

The minute you begin to have doubts, the floor under your feet starts to shake.

How do I take a step? How do I lift my foot off the ground, move it through the air a little bit and then bring it down? I had to teach myself to walk again.

I would kick this bad world's ass if I could just get on my feet

Thou shalt never wash my feet.

Ghosts of melodious prophesyings rave Round every spot where trod Apollo's foot; Bronze clarions awake, and faintly bruit, Where long ago a giant battle was; And, from the turf, a lullaby doth pass In every place where infant Orpheus slept. Feel we these things? - that moment have we stept Into a sort of oneness, and our state Is like a floating spirit's. But there are Richer entanglements, enthralments far More self-destroying, leading, by degrees, To the chief intensity: the crown of these Is made of love and friendship, and sits high Upon the forehead of humanity.

A mind is accustomed to mathematical deduction, when confronted with the faulty foundations of astrology, resists a long, long time, like an obstinate mule, until compelled by beating and curses to put its foot into that dirty puddle.

Put one foot in front of the other, focus on the little goal right in front of you, and almost anything is possible.

The ugliest man was he who came to Troy; with squinting eyes and one distorted foot.

The earth has disappeared beneath my feet, It fled from all my ecstasy. Now like a singing air creature I feel the rose keep opening.

If you let that sort of thing go on, your bread and butter will be cut right out from under your feet.

I never expected to get the Tom Jones treatment and it amazes me that I do. Strangely it's women who throw their underwear at me when I'm performing live. My male fans tend to be quite shy. My female fans are wild. I never know what to do with all the lingerie that lands at my feet. Maybe I should open a shop.

Does God ask us to do what is beneath us? This question will never trouble us again if we consider the Lord of heaven taking a towel and washing feet.

Many a standing ovation has been caused by someone jumping to his feet in an effort to beat the rest of the audience to the parking lot.

I would rather a thousand times be five minutes at the feet of Christ than listen a lifetime to all the wise men in the world.

Become very clear about your intentions and desires, know that you deserve them, and then firmly put your foot down to the universe commanding these changes (while simultaneously surrendering control over how this will occur). All the doors will open for you as a result!

When you have one foot in the future and the other in the past, you piss on the present.

The trouble with law is lawyers.

Reality is harsh to the feet of shadows. But will you come?

Of course the sands of Present Time are running out from under our feet. And why not? The Great Conundrum: 'What are we here for?' is all that ever held us here in the first place. Fear. The answer to the Riddle of the Ages has actually been out in the street since the First Step in Space. Who runs may read but few people run fast enough. What are we here for? Does the great metaphysical nut revolve around that? Well, I'll crack it for you, right now. What are we here for? We are here to go!

If you keep your mouth shut you will never put your foot in it.

If I am anorexic, Id be in the hospital! I am tall. I am 5 foot 9 inches, 175 cms tall. I am lean, I am active and athletic. There are so many women who are naturally lean, and so am I. I have been like this for the longest time.

All the seven deadly sins are self destroying, morbid appetites, but in their early stages at least, lust and gluttony, averice and sloth know some gratification, while anger and pride have power, even though that power eventually destroys itself. Envy is impotent, numbed with fear, never ceasing in its appetite, and it knows no gratification, but endless self torment. It has the ugliness of a trapped rat, which gnaws its own foot in an effort to escape.

I can't work completely out of my imagination-I must put my foot in a bit of truth-and then I can fly free.

A rabbit's foot may bring good luck to you, but it brought none to the rabbit.