Top 100 His Feet Quotes
#1. Dawson sprang off the bed, but his feet never touched the floor beside it. He hovered, staring down at himself. He was glowing.
Like in full motherfreaking alien mode up in her house, in her bedroom.
Jennifer L. Armentrout
#2. The monster towered ten or twelve feet tall. Its bright green leathery skin was covered in dirt,
moss, leaves, and patches of grass, the stench repulsive. His teeth gleamed brown. Evidently he
wasn't aware of the multitude of whitening products on the market.
A&E Kirk
#3. Nathaniel Strider could never love. He's obviously discovered early on that girls' hearts were vulnerable and all a lad needed was a penetrating gaze and a disarming smile and the world was at his feet.
Tess Oliver
#4. The great man ... walks across his century and leaves the marks of his feet all over it, ripping out the dates on his goloshes as he passes.
Stephen Leacock
#5. But he knew, for example, that the things at the ends of his legs were his feet and that if he chose to waggle them, they would waggle. There they went. He knew that if he wanted to he could go to the kitchen and make a cup of tea and not get lost. So he did.
Mal Peet
#6. Chrisfield looked straight ahead of him. He did not feel lonely any more now that he was marching in ranks again. His feet beat the ground in time with the other feet. He would not have to think whether to go to the right or to the left. He would do as the others did.
John Dos Passos
#7. We must go for a day in the country and when surrounded by the gay twittering of the birds and the smell of the cows I will lay my suit at her feet and he waved his arm wildly at the gay thought.
Daisy Ashford
#8. No one regards the things before his feet, But views with care the regions of the sky.
Democritus
#9. In my day, when you called on a girl, her mother was always hollering down to see if she was still unraped, the maid would look in, her father would shuffle his feet in another room. Today the boy calls up, says, 'Meet you at the back door of Stern's.'
Frank Crowninshield
#10. They looked neither older nor younger now; the beards of the aged were no whiter, nor could the creeping babe of yesterday walk on his feet today ...
Nathaniel Hawthorne
#11. He (life) got to his feet with a sudden jerk,
collected his blanket
and then darted away in such a great haste
that till this date, I've not seen him again.
Suman Pokhrel
#12. The boy's walk was as distinct as hers. He looked like someone who walked on air, rather than someone who lived with his feet on the ground.
Kyung-Sook Shin
#13. Has he written to you?'
'He writes frequently.'
'Shew me his letters this instant, I order you'; and M. de Renal added six feet to his stature.
Stendhal
#14. The phone rang. Joan Rochester leaped to her feet, but Dominick signaled her to sit with a wave of his hand. He wiped his face as though it were a windshield and rose from his seat. Dominick was a thick man. Not fat. Thick. Thick neck, thick shoulders, thick chest, thick arms and thighs. The
Harlan Coben
#15. Senator [George] Mitchell is a man of many talents and he's swift on his feet, but one would not think of him as 'dancing with the stars.' And we had this great rock 'n' roll fund raiser.
Barbara Mikulski
#16. Anelka was travelling so fast that he couldn't keep his own feet
Clive Tyldesley
#17. If I'm taking a picture of Brancusi's grave, I know that there's something of him, of his mortal remains, beneath my feet, and there's something beautiful about that.
Patti Smith
#18. It's a shadowy world, skies are slippery grey. A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet. He'll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat, take the motherless children off the street and place them at the feet of a harlot.
Bob Dylan
#19. You can't change the past. But with God's help you can change the future. No matter what your life has been like so far, God wants to put your feet on a new path ... a better path ... His path.
Billy Graham
#20. I had just climbed on top of the counter when Konrad reached over me and grabbed the bowls, smirking when I glared at him. He didn't even have to go on the balls of his feet. "Damn tall people." I muttered under my breath. "Hey
Molly McAdams
#21. Rhizan gathered in writhing clumps at his hands and feet,
Steven Erikson
#22. His feet were swollen to twice their size, besides being cut here and there. Yet they were the only feet he had, and after dozing for an hour in the sun, he got up and hobbled on.
Larry McMurtry
#23. Aces," Carswell Thorne murmured. Dropping his feet to the ground, he leaned forward to inspect her closer. "Is that all hair?
Marissa Meyer
#24. Me, sweep him off his feet? I know. The laws of the jungle and romance novels would have it the other way around, but I'm not going to wait one more second for that.
Laini Taylor
#25. He slipped off my shoes and began massaging the soles of my feet with his skilled hands. If it's one thing a guitarist knows, it's how to use his fingers.
Dannika Dark
#26. Not from his head was woman took,
As made her husband to o'erlook;
Not from his feet, as one designed
The footstool of the stronger kind;
But fashioned for himself, a bride;
An equal, taken from his side.
Charles Wesley
#27. I would bend the knee before the poorest scavenger, the poorest untouchable in India for having participated in crushing him for centuries; I would even take the dust off his feet.
Mahatma Gandhi
#28. A well-bred duckling spreads his feet wide apart, just like his father and mother, in this way. Now bend your neck, and say 'quack.'" The
Hans Christian Andersen
#29. Lady Madelyne had sealed her own fate. She'd warmed his feet.
Julie Garwood
#30. Travis walked me to class, his grip tensing a few times when my feet slipped on the ice. "You should be more careful," he teased.
"I'm doing it on purpose. You're such a sucker."
"If you want my arms around you, all you have to do is ask," he said, pulling me into his chest.
Jamie McGuire
#31. Hagi could open a tin of beans with his left foot.
Ray Clemence
#32. Mary took about a pint of pure nard, an expensive perfume; she poured it on Jesus' feet and wiped his feet with her hair. JOHN 12:3
Anne Graham Lotz
#33. Sofiowka was found the next morning, swinging by the neck from the wooden bridge. His severed hands were hanging from strings tied to his feet, and across his chest was written, in Brod's red lipstick, ANIMAL
Jonathan Safran Foer
#34. Happy the person who has learned the cause of things and has put under his or her feet all fear, inexorable fate, and the noisy strife of the hell of greed.
Virgil
#35. Sometimes, to relieve stress, he would soak his feet in the toilet, a practice that was not as soothing for his collegues.
Walter Isaacson
#36. I didn't get to hear the rest, as the skipper poked a red, peeling face out of the wheelhouse and told Billy Lee to get back to work or he wasn't getting paid. The guy looked to be a hundred years old and four feet tall, but when he opened his mouth, even I jumped.
Vincent H. O'Neil
#37. Abelard did not look up from the god at his feet.
Max Gladstone
#38. Vuillard balances too far on the side of fantasy ... the people in his pictures are not properly defined. As he's an admirable draughtsman it must be that he just doesn't want to give them mouths and hands and feet.
Paul Signac
#39. Was Hale. He glanced toward Node 3, wondering if the cryptographer were watching. "Fuck it," he grumbled. Below his feet the outline of a recessed trapdoor
Dan Brown
#40. I had no shoes, and I felt sorry for myself until I met a man who had no feet. I took his shoes. Now I feel better.
George Carlin
#41. Messi does not need his right foot. He only uses the left and he's still the best in the world. Imagine if he also used his right foot, Then we would have serious problems.
Zlatan Ibrahimovic
#42. The youth who, like a woman, loves to adorn his person, has renounced all claim to wisdom and to glory; glory is due to those only who dare to associate with pain, and have trampled pleasure under their feet.
Francois Fenelon
#43. His quiet certainty made the ground beneath my feet feel solid. Like someday everything might actually be okay.
Lisa Kleypas
#44. Dan inched closer. "Are her eyelids moving?"
Jonah was on his feet now, cheerleading. "Get up, babysitter! Up! Up!
Gordon Korman
#45. German test pilot Ernst Canter noted in his logbook that while in 1910 he flew at a height of eighty feet, two years later he was ascending to almost 5,000.
Max Hastings
#46. Maria, groaning for scraps, would drape his head on my feet as I ate, trying to camouflage himself as my napkin or the rug.
Arthur Phillips
#47. Last week,he had become so enraged with a visiting scientist who had shown him undue pity that Kholer clambered to his feet and threw a clipboard at the man's head.
Dan Brown
#48. but the truth is this. Peter opened his heart and mind to the Spirit's movement and acted as he was directed. Nothing more. We are merely hands and feet for the Spirit's use.
Janette Oke
#49. Six feet directly beneath his seat is a suitcase in the baggage hold containing enough C-4 to turn an airplane into a meteor.
David Mitchell
#50. He gave the body a final kick and then turned to face me.
"You and I need to talk, Kitten."
"Now?" I asked in disbelief, gesturing to the dead vampire near his feet.
"It's not like he's going anywhere, so yeah. Now.
Jeaniene Frost
#51. He was handsome. One might even say he was beautiful, with blond hair, gray eyes, and a youthful appearance. His body, although less than six feet tall, was lean and muscular beneath his black suit.
Sylvain Reynard
#52. Sebastian lay a few feet away from her, on his back. There was a great blackened hole across the front of his chest. He turned his head toward her, his face taut and white with pain, and her heart contracted.
His eyes were green.
Cassandra Clare
#53. Bel jumped to his feet, rubbing his wrists where the shel'dor piercings had chafed. "All right, kem'jetos. First we save Rain and Ellysetta, then we kick some Elden ass.
C.L. Wilson
#54. I loved the hole in his jeans and the dirt on his bare feet and the scab on his elbow and the scar that laced through one eyebrow.
E. Lockhart
#55. Roland gave her a courtier's smile. "And what sort of work do you do for my uncle?
"
Dorian shifted on his feet and Chaol went very still, but Celaena returned Roland's smile and said, "I bury the king's opponents where nobody will ever find them.
Sarah J. Maas
#56. The artist's world is limitless. It can be found anywhere, far from where he lives or a few feet away. It is always on his doorstep.
Paul Strand
#57. Nobody supports me at the expense of his own adventure. Then I get bitter: I am not loved enough to be supported. That I am not a burden has to compensate for the sad envy when I look at women loved enough to be supported. Even now China wraps double binds around my feet.
Maxine
#58. The poor taxpayer may wipe his shoes on a $3 doormat when he goes home, but not the Navy. It is, damn the cost, full feet ahead on a doormat you would be ashamed to get muddy.
William Proxmire
#59. She flew into his arms. Held on tight as he swung her off her feet and hugged her so hard it hurt. She didn't care. She didn't want him to ever let go.
Cindy Gerard
#61. Nosoi?" Percy planted his feet in a fighting stance. "You know, I keep thinking, I have now killed every single thing in Greek mythology. But the list never seems to end."
"You haven't killed me yet," I noted.
"Don't tempt me.
Rick Riordan
#62. His left foot is fantastic. It's like Mozart. God gave Freddy the gift to play soccer. If he is prepared mentally and physically, nobody will stop him.
(on Freddy Adu)
Pele
#63. Yesterday he had limped, but today there was no part of his feet that didn't hurt, so limping did no good.
Patrick Rothfuss
#64. I have them a few minutes to absorb everything while I teased Ubie, who only had to recover from his near-death experience. I was so glad Reyes hadn't ripped him to shreds. I liked him much better un-shredded. Unlike, say, my preference for lettuce or heavy metal guitar solos.
Darynda Jones
#65. I dropped my eyes, kneading the dying flesh of his feet between my fingers. For a moment, I felt afraid, as if accepting his words would somehow betray my own father. But when I looked up, I saw Morrie smiling through tears and I knew there was no betrayal in a moment like this. All
Mitch Albom
#66. Mike Leigh taught me about making choices - as an actor, you choose between being honest and clever, and with Mike, it's always about being honest. I learned how to behave on a film set from Jim Broadbent. He was a great example of someone with a fantastic career who kept his feet on the ground.
Eddie Marsan
#67. Do you ever see a man who struts around altogether too large to notice an ordinary working mechanic? Do you think he is great?
He is nothing but a puffed-up balloon, held down by his big feet.
There is no greatness there.
Russell H. Conwell
#68. I'm okay." Zayne staggered to his feet. "I can fight."
"I sure hope so ... Because if you're just going to lay there and bleed, you suck.
Jennifer L. Armentrout
#69. Anger surges in me and I stand up. "You have no right -"
He's on his feet towering over me. "What if I want to have a right?
Lisa Renee Jones
#70. Her green eyes flutter all the way open, and she looks amused. It pricks his ego slightly. After that kiss, shouldn't she be fainting at his feet? But she's grinning.
Cassandra Clare
#71. There is one man," the artist said after a moment. He'd paled. "H. F. Powell."
"Where would I find him?"
West didn't seem to hear him for a moment. He shook his head as if clearing away cobwebs from his brain. "Find him?" His laugh was more of a grunt. "Six feet under, last I checked.
B. J. Daniels
#72. I found the purpose of my existence, and also the purpose of my circumstance. There's a purpose for why you're in the fire. If God can use a man without arms and legs to be His hands and feet, then He will certainly use any willing heart!
Nick Vujicic
#73. Will you go to His feet and place yourself entirely at His disposal?
William Booth
#74. God did not create woman from man's head, that he should command her, nor from his feet, that she should be his slave, but rather from his side, that she should be near his heart.
Myles Munroe
#75. I pray God that I may never find my will again. Oh, that Christ would subject my will to His, and trample it under His feet.
Samuel Rutherford
#76. The former measured six feet and an inch in his stockings, and, without a single pound of cumbrous flesh about him, weighed a hundred and eighty. The latter was an inch shorter than his rival, and ten pounds lighter; but he was much the most active of the two.
Augustus Baldwin Longstreet
#77. And then Thomas was being dragged to his feet, yanked away from her. He didn't have the energy or will to fight it. She was gone.
James Dashner
#78. He chuckled and pulled himself to his feet. "End of session, McGee. Good night and good luck." At the door he turned and said, "I'll have you checked out, of course. Just for the hell of it. I'm a careful and inquisitive man.
John D. MacDonald
#79. A man who is pressing forward to accomplish worthy goals can soon put despondency under his feet.
Ezra Taft Benson
#80. Want to dance?" He scooped me into his arms before I could reply. "We have music this time. And I don't have to punch you when we finish."
"You don't have to. But if I step on your feet too many times you can feel free.
Amy Tintera
#81. His head was full of larceny, but his feet were honest.
Arthur Baer
#82. He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat. Oh! be swift my soul to answer him, be jubilant my feet! Our God is marching on.
Julia Ward Howe
#83. I'd once been told that if a man wanted something he did not have, no matter how elusive that thing was, if his feet do not restrain him from chasing it, he would eventually grab it. This was our case.
Chigozie Obioma
#84. Feet, wearing a black rubber gas mask that obscured his face. His chest was bare, covered in dried blood. All he wore was stained white underwear, and combat boots, their laces untied.
Jack Kilborn
#85. No one regards what is before his feet; we all gaze at the stars.
Quintus Ennius
#86. Em. Are you the Loch Ness Monster?" Archie stuttered shuffling back a step.
"Aghhh! M, M, Monster. Monster." Gordon shrieked, he turned his huge body and run further down the cavern to a boulder no more than six feet tall in the center, Gordon hid behind it.
Mark A. Cooper
#88. The guy walking past was wearing a shit five sizes too big (innovated by gangbangers to hide guns in their waistbands), shorts down below his knees (innovated by surfers to keep their thighs from getting sunburned), and oversized shoes (innovated by skaters to save their feet from injury).
Scott Westerfeld
#89. Neville had never been on a broomstick in his life, because his grandmother had never let him near one. Privately, Harry felt she'd had good reason, because Neville managed to have an extraordinary number of accidents even with both feet on the ground.
J.K. Rowling
#90. His feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins.
J.K. Rowling
#91. Jesse rounded forward under the towel and cozied his feet in the bath water. It was as if no one else were around and Jesse was once again alone and at ease with his meditations. He said, "I can't figure it out: do you want to be like me, or do you want to be me?
Ron Hansen
#92. Daring was glaring at Raven as if he could shoot arrows with his eyes. And maybe he could. She'd seen him swordfight holding the sword with his feet. And win.
Shannon Hale
#93. Old friends are best. King James used to call for his old shoes; they were the easiest for his feet.
John Selden
#94. It's a little dense, don't you think, to antagonize the strongest vampire in the house?'
Emmett threw his head back and snorted. 'PLEASE!'
[ ... ]
I took a deep breath. 'Emmett, how do you feel about a little bet?'
He was on his feet at once. 'Awesome. Bring it.
Stephenie Meyer
#95. Man's feet are the measure for distance, his hands are the measure for ownership, his body is the measure for all that is lovable and desirable and strong. Then I went further: it was then that I called to you for the first time, and you would not come.
E. M. Forster
#96. I realize we're not promised tomorrow. Believe me, I realize that. But if God blesses me and lets me stay, I love my life so much, it is such a good life. I am eager to throw myself at His feet, but I don't want to get on the first busload that is going.
Barbara Mandrell
#97. The cafe door opened. A young man in dusty white leathers entered, and the wind blew in empty crisp packets and newspapers and ice cream wrappers in with him. They danced around his feet like excited children, then fell exhausted to the floor.
Neil Gaiman
#98. Sometimes he lays his head on my lap and lets me comb his lovely hair for him; his combings are leaves of every tree in the wood and dryly susurrate around my feet.
Angela Carter
#99. There the black horse stood - his feet planted firm on the ground, afraid to move. His coat was covered in sweat and a stark white rim lined his eyes. All three of us gawked at his sudden silence. The rattling metal gate was now the only sound.
Brittney Joy
#100. The lights drifted farther away the faster he ran and his feet moved numbly as if they carried him nowhere. The tide of darkness seemed to sweep him back to her, postponing from moment to moment his entry into the world of guilt and sorr.
Flannery O'Connor
