Quotes About Her Feet

#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. But how can anyone put a bridle on man's vanity and arrogance? But how can Purity walk the earth without covering her feet with mud?

Nikos Kazantzakis

#3. 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

#4. It is the glory of London that it is always ending and beginning anew, and that a visitor, with a good eye and indefatigable feet, will find in her travels all the Londons she has ever met in the pages of books, one atop the other, like the strata of the Earth.

Anna Quindlen

#5. Feet shuffled closer then halted when Reeve said, Touch her, I'll break your neck.

Laurelin Paige

#6. 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

#7. 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

#8. Issie?"
After a second her voice comes out small and tired. "I'm not here."
"Oh." I back up so I can stare at the bathroom door. No feet. "Then I should probably freak out because the toilet is talking back to me, huh? A little too many pain meds for Zara today.

Carrie Jones

#9. I can reprint it. And ... I was thinking about staying in Virginia permanently after Ellie is back on her feet."
The remorse fled quickly. "Over my dead body."
"Yeah, I thought you'd say that.

Samantha Young

#10. We're missing one vital ingredient to brew the reversal potion." A chill went down her spine on icy spider feet. "Don't tell me it's Donald Trump's toupee." "I

Nadine Mutas

#11. If you'll all just follow me over to our top sector here, I'll start your guided tour."
Ellis got up, then followed Riley and Heather, who was dragging her feet, as they fell in behind Deb. "Are there going to be snacks?" he
asked. "I do my best work with snacks.

Sarah Dessen

#12. Regardless of how hard the winds of chance might blow or how heavy the weight of experience might become, Stormy always stays on her feet ...

Dean Koontz

#13. Parminder's rage crashed over her like a tidal wave, dragging Sukhvinder with it, so that she was unable to find her feet or right herself.

J.K. Rowling

#14. When the personal soul life is burnt to ashes, a woman loses the vital treasure and begins to get dry boned as Death. In her unconscious, the desire for the red shoes, a wild joy, not only continues, it swells and floods, and eventually staggers to its feet and takes over, ferocious and famished.

Clarissa Pinkola Estes

#15. My first impulse is not to grab her or kiss her or yell at her. I simple want to touch her cheek, still flushed from the night's performance. I want to cut through the space that separates us, measured in feet-not miles, not continents, not years-and to take a callused finger to her face.

Gayle Forman

#16. She got to her feet and tucked her fingers into her armpits to warm them, glaring at Briar and Parahan as she walked over to the mules. It wasn't fair that men didn't have to twist themselves into knots to pee!

Tamora Pierce

#17. Here's to Mulberry Jane
She made jam when she came
Somebody cut off her feet
Now jelly rolls in the street.

Lou Reed

#18. Aces," Carswell Thorne murmured. Dropping his feet to the ground, he leaned forward to inspect her closer. "Is that all hair?

Marissa Meyer

#19. Beneath her feet she could feel the cool blades of grass and her arms were wrapped around her chest. The breeze was becoming stronger and stronger, which

H.B. Rae

#20. Where to now?" I asked.
"Hold on," Robert said. "I'm still ... coming to terms with your mode of transportation."
"Take your time," I nudged Cuddles, turning her to give him a better view. Cuddles flicked her ears, lifted her feet, and pranced. Oh dear God.

Ilona Andrews

#21. 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

#22. Lady Madelyne had sealed her own fate. She'd warmed his feet.

Julie Garwood

#23. Look at us, said the violets blooming at her feet, all last winter we slept in the seeming death but at the right time God awakened us, and here we are to comfort you.

E.P. Roe

#24. I picked up a transsexual hooker named Thor, all six feet of her, at the off ramp to Eau Claire, Wisconsin, as I was driving up north to kill a man.

J.A. Konrath

#25. 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

#26. Cold wind swept around her and when she looked down, her feet stood on rocks. The night sky was filled with stars.

T.L. Brown

#27. She expressed an opinion that the happiness of a woman in Paradise is beneath the soles of her husband's feet,' he enlightened humorously, seemingly not at all averse to her obvious desire to be comforted.

Margaret Rome

#28. When I look up, I'm surprised to find myself in front of the old building. My feet must have gone on autopilot. I'm like one of those African elephants that finds her way home, no matter how far she's roamed.

Meg Medina

#29. Women are much stronger than men. When a woman says enough is enough, which means enough is enough. Man will always lie at her feet in the hope of return. I was lying. And somehow happy.

Mickey Rourke

#30. She would be a girl; Lila had seen her on the ultrasound. A baby girl. Tiny hands and tiny feet and a tiny heart and lungs, floating in the warm broth of her body.

Justin Cronin

#31. 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

#32. And where she went, the flowers took thickest root, As she had sow'd them with her odorous foot.

Ben Jonson

#33. Clair de Lune," a song that makes her think of leaves fluttering, and of the hard ribbons of sand beneath her feet at low tide. The music slinks and rises and settles back to earth,

Anthony Doerr

#34. If God had to give a woman wrinkles, He might at least have put them on the soles of her feet.

Ninon De L'Enclos

#35. Dan inched closer. "Are her eyelids moving?"
Jonah was on his feet now, cheerleading. "Get up, babysitter! Up! Up!

Gordon Korman

#36. Night. Heavenly delicious sweet night of the desert that calls all of us to love her. The night is our comfort with her coolness and darkness. On wings, on feet, on our bellies, out we all come to glory in the night.

Leslie Marmon Silko

#37. Where's Noah?" I asked with steel in my voice. My eyes searched the room, but there was nothing to find. "Why did you tell me he was dead?" Dr. Kells was reaching into a cardboard box by her feet as I spoke. "Because he is.

Michelle Hodkin

#38. You're like seven feet tall, aren't you?"
"I am not seven feet tall," he snapped at her as if she'd really insulted him. "I'm six-eleven." When she smirked in disbelief, he added, "And three-quarters.

Shelly Laurenston

#39. Around her the tables were filling with people, tourists planning their next stop over a coffee, businessmen meeting for luncheon, well-heeled women taking a break from their sprees, leaning in to gossip with one another, shopping bags piled at their feet.

Kathleen Tessaro

#40. Speaking with her always felt like sitting on a seashore. Hearing the waves and feeling them crashing into my feet, While gazing the setting sun and the way he colours the whole sky. I never got tired of it.

Akshay Vasu

#41. 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

#42. And, if she did, I wondered if she could see in my eyes that it had been good, so good for me; it was making me want to kneel at her feet right now.

Christina Lauren

#43. Elizabeth scowled, feeling like a nobody, a nothing. She felt like her entire self had been made worthless. She could change her interests, but she couldn't change her looks. She'd never be six feet tall. She'd never look like a supermodel.

Francine Pascal

#44. 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

#45. 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

#46. Crystal Lil, her door propped open, sits in front of the television with a pan in her lap, a brown bag at her feet. She

Katherine Dunn

#47. My face is muffled in my mother's clothing. Her rhinestones injure me. See: my feet are going. Fish flee the forefinger of my aunt. The sun streams over the geraniums. What has this to do with what I feel, with what I am.

William H Gass

#48. Yet I thought I saw her stand,
A shadow there at my feet,
High over the shadowy land.

Alfred Tennyson

#49. She wove through the crowd, jabbing her sword into dragon-scale feet at every opportunity, and yelling, "RUN! RUN AWAY!" to sow confusion.

Rick Riordan

#50. And there I was, 225 pounds, perpetually lost and confused, short legs, ape-like upper body, all chest, no neck, head too large, blurred eyes, hair uncombed, 6 feet of geek, waiting for her.

Charles Bukowski

#51. and the goodman beheld this apparition, which had bare feet and a tattered petticoat, running about among the flower-beds distributing life around her. The sound of the watering-pot on the leaves filled Father Mabeuf's soul with ecstasy. It seemed to him that the rhododendron was happy now.

Victor Hugo

#52. And then suddenly she was on her feet, her heart knocking in her chest, a sudden familiar but long-forgotten terror triggered- but by what?

Kate Atkinson

#53. 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

#54. 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

#55. 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

#56. The real proof of an elegant woman is what is on her feet.

Christian Dior

#57. I started with her feet. I knelt and kissed them; each toe was soft and strong.

Thomas Ullman

#58. But while they stayed down, rolling around and trying to kill each other, Em jumped to her feet.
Her costumes sometimes have little finishing touches that no one can see. She hadn't told me about this one.

Elizabeth Wein

#59. Music, love, death. Certainly a triangle of sorts; maybe even an eternal one.
"The only people who can see the whole picture," he murmured, "are the ones who step out of the frame." (The ground beneath her feet.)

Salman Rushdie

#60. A churel is the peculiarly malignant ghost of a woman who has died in child-bed. She haunts lonely roads, her feet are turned backwards on the ankles, and she leads men to torment.

Rudyard Kipling

#61. Six feet three in her stocking feet, L'Wren Scott was every inch a great lady.

Hamish Bowles

#62. When she realizes that they are about to fall, she summons the strength to stand on her own two feet. Because that is what women like Britt-Marie do. They find the strength when they have to do something for others.

Fredrik Backman

#63. 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

#64. If he'd been able to he would have rolled out a rose-petal carpet at her feet. He would have liked to conduct an orchestra of birds to sing as rainbows appeared in the sky, one by one.

Jose Eduardo Agualusa

#65. Let us then cast ourselves at the feet of this good Mother, and embracing them let us not depart until she blesses us, and accepts us for her children.

Bernard Of Clairvaux

#66. The world I held so closely, she played me like a game,
I released and left her laughing to stand on my own two feet.

Coco J. Ginger

#67. Neatly at its foot, a gauze. I hear her gargling in the bathroom. My hands and feet are blue from the cold and I cannot see through the window for the frost and icicles. When Ana Iris starts

Junot Diaz

#68. 6So she went down to the threshing floor and did just as her mother-in-law had commanded her. 7. And when Boaz had eaten and drunk, and o his heart was merry, he went to lie down at the end of the heap of grain. Then she came softly and uncovered his feet and lay down.

Anonymous

#69. Alice dreamed of blood. Blood on her hands and under her feet, blood in her mouth and pouring from her eyes. The room was filled with it.

Christina Henry

#70. They walked back through the village, and Miri kept her eyes on the ground before her. The whole world had shifted, and she was not sure she could keep her feet. She was her ma alive again. When Miri returned, she found Marda moved

Shannon Hale

#71. Arabella dangled her legs out of the bedroom window and closed her eyes. She felt a butterfly brush against her knee, rubbed her skin against the mortar and bricks, drank in the warmth of the morning sunshine on her face, her arms, her feet.

Pauline Fisk

#72. How delicate her feet who shuns the ground, Stepping a-tiptoe on the heads of men.

Homer

#73. around here." She changed the subject and rose to her feet. "And

Debra Burroughs

#74. She sat there, with her feet in the water, not doing a thing, and all I could think was that this woman had changed my life. She'd changed the very universe I lived in - not by her actions or words, but with the curl of her lips as she smiled and the light in her eyes when she gazed upon mine.

Helen Cooper

#75. Dove tried to take her mind away from his man meat, but it was like her brain was paralyzed by dick osmosis. Johnson's feet were big, which meant ...
He has a monster cock.

Debra Anastasia

#76. When you see a woman in silks and sables and diamonds speak to a little errand girl or a footman or a scullery maid as though they were the dirt under her feet, you may be sure of one thing; she hasn't come a very long way from the ground herself.

Emily Post

#77. He sauntered across the kitchen, six feet of male hotness and charm, heading in her direction like a drone missile locked on a target.

Melissa McClone

#78. In Lewis Carroll's Through the Looking-Glass, the Red Queen tells Alice that the world keeps shifting so quickly under her feet that she has to keep running just to keep her position. This is our predicament with cancer: we are forced to keep running merely to keep still.

Siddhartha Mukherjee

#79. Twenty feet away. Even in the crowded hallway,there is something in her that radiates out to me

David Levithan

#80. The little sedimentary deposits of his need had piled at her feet until they blocked her view of him.

Matthew Thomas

#81. She jumped to her feet and hurried off, returning only seconds later with a dark brown bottle and a coffee mug that said And then Buffy staked Edward. The End.

Heidi Betts

#82. Donata Santori looked down at the dead body lying at her feet and thought, 'Damn, that can't be a good sign.

Deborah Blake

#83. Music is heard in the background. As the movemnt becomes sharper; the many dancers acting but as one. She is one with her secret. As the time draws near, the woman's body begins to push. With the rhythm of the music and the beat of the dancer's feet; her secret almost revealed.

Lisa C. Miller

#84. Before I could catch it, my heart slammed straight down to my feet, leaving me with a massive hole in my chest. It was amazing how I could just be going along, doing okay, and then suddenly-wham-I missed her so much even my fingernails hurt.

Jenna Evans Welch

#85. Like lightning she snatched her axe, and struck him on the neck - deep - once - twice - his life-blood gushed out, staining her feet.
The stars touched midnight.

Clemence Housman

#86. He set Miss Goodnight back on her feet. As he lowered her to the floor, her body slid down his, like a raindrop easing down the surface of a rock.

Tessa Dare

#87. Celaena." He stopped a few feet from the guards. His eyes were rich, molten brown. "Yes?" Her heartbeat steadied. "You look rather pretty today," was all he said before the doors opened and they walked forward.

Sarah J. Maas

#88. Variety is definitely the spice of life but I love writing office romances (I was a secretary before I became a writer), because it's every girl's dream to meet that gorgeous hunky boss who sweeps her off her feet and takes her out of her dull routine.

Helen Brooks

#89. With her toddler playing on the floor by her feet, his widow now nursed her new baby on the porch of her homeplace, attended by comforting women who sat with their knitting and embroidery and spoke only of happy things.

Lois Lowry

#90. So you can sense her aura and stuff, right?" Kail asked as he got to his feet. "So anything I say about her not being a unicorn--

Patrick Weekes

#91. We're like children," Anna said, pushing herself to her feet and lecturing down at him. "Who burn their hands on a hot stove and then think the solution is to blow up all the stoves.

James S.A. Corey

#92. She was always on her feet. Cooking. Washing. Ironing.

Niccolo Ammaniti

#93. My youngest daughter sings. She's going to be very good. She's graduated from Music School and she's been working down around and getting her feet wet, you know. I had her out with me for a year just showing her the ropes a little bit, but she's going to be all right.

Billy Eckstine

#94. Her dog Custard is a Pomeranian. He looks like a golden dandelion fluff with cat feet. Mrs.

Laurell K. Hamilton

#95. He wanted her to kneel at his feet. He wanted to carry her on his shoulders. His girl. His property.

April Vine

#96. Beauty and youth. What a dazzling combination. To bewilder and to sparkle. Days filled with sunshine. And men worshiping at her feet. Love was a game she played with wantonness and mischief.

-Fabulous

Jofelyn Martinez Khapra

#97. Why do I feel ten feet tall when I make her laugh?

E.L. James

#98. If God meant woman to rule over man, He would have taken her out of Adam's head. Had He designed her to be his slave, He would have taken her out of his feet. But God took woman out of man's side, for He made her to be a helpmate and an equal to him. - Augustine

Michael O'Donnell

#99. What are you cooking this night, wife?" One of the crepes picked that moment to dislodge itself from the ceiling. It landed at her feet with a plop as if on cue. "Crepes." She kept a straight face and tried to look like this was the normal way to make crepes.

Shelly Thacker

#100. He didn't expect that question to send her tripping over her own two feet and flying into the bookstore's erotica section he'd followed her to. Luckily he had fast hands and caught her before her head could make contact with the Kama Sutra.

Shelly Laurenston