Quotes
Quotes about Feet
To brisk notes in cadence beating Glance their many-twinkling feet.
Dear creature!--you'd swear When her delicate feet in the dance twinkle round, That her steps are of light, that her home is the air, And she only par complaisance touches the ground.
He who died at Azan sends This to comfort all this friends: Faithful friends! It lies I know Pale and white and cold as snow; And ye say, "Abdallah's dead!" Weeping at the feet and head. I can see your falling tears, I can hear your sighs and prayers; Yet I smile and whisper this: I am not the thing you kiss. Cease your tears and let it lie; It was mine--it is not I.
It is better to die on your feet than to live on your knees.
A funny thing to do is, if you're out hiking and your friend gets bitten by a poisonous snake, tell him you're going to go for help, then go about ten feet and pretend that *you* got bit by a snake. Then start an argument with him about who's going to go get help. A lot of guys will start crying. That's why it makes you feel good when you tell them it was just a joke.
American diplomacy is easy on the brain but hell on the feet.
And wilt thou still be hammering treachery To tumble down thy husband and thyself From top of honor to disgrace's feet?
The primal duties shine aloft, like stars; The charities that soothe, and heal, and bless Are scattered at the feet of Man, like flowers.
I am verily a man which am a Jew, born is Tarsus, a city in Cilicia, yet brought up in this city at the feet of Gamaliel, and taught according to the perfect manner of the fathers, and was zealous toward God, as ye all are this day.
If you have both feet planted on level ground, then the university has failed you. -Robert F. Goheen.
Since your legs, Phoebus, resemble the horns of the moon, you might bathe your feet in a cornucopia.
I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience.
I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided; and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging the future but by the past.
The thing that is incredible is life itself. Why should we be here in this sun- illuminated universe? Why should there be green earth under our feet?
If you should go skating On the thin ice of modern life Dragging behind you the silent reproach Of a million tear-stained eyes Don't be surprised when a crack in the ice Appears under your feet. You slip out of your depth and out of your mind With your fear flowing out behind you As you claw the thin ice.
My feet, they haul me Round the House, They hoist me up the Stairs; I only have to steer them, and They Ride me Everywheres.
And the prettiest foot! Oh, if a man could but fasten his eyes to her feet, as they steal in and out, and play at bo-peep under her petticoats!
It is a suggestive idea to track those worn feet backward through all the paths they have trodden ever since they were the tender and rosy little feet of a baby, and (cold as they now are) were kept warm in his mother's hand.
Her pretty feet Like snails did creep A little out, and then, As if they played at bo-peep Did soon draw in agen.
Feet that run on willing errands!
O happy earth, Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread!
Her feet beneath her petticoat, Like little mice, stole in and out, As if they feared the light: But oh! she dances such a way! No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
And feet like sunny gems on an English green.
A rod twelve feet long and a ring of wire, A winder and barrel, will help thy desire In killing a Pike; but the forked stick, With a slit and a bladder,--and that other fine trick, Which our artists call snap, with a goose or a duck,-- Will kill two for one, if you have any luck; The gentry of Shropshire do merrily smile, To see a goose and a belt the fish to beguile; When a Pike suns himselfe and a-frogging doth go, The two-inched hook is better, I know, Than the ord'nary snaring: but still I must cry, When the Pike is at home, minde the cookery.
We, and all others who believe in freedom as deeply as we do, would rather die on our feet than live on our knees.
