The United Nations is a place for prostitution under the feet of Americans.
I always overwrite - really awful, long bits of script - and then I trim it down to the bare bones and then add a little bit to colour it in. At the end of all of my stories, I test for wordless comprehension. So I remove the text and see if it works by itself. And if it does, I feel that that's a successful story.
Man, who preys both on the vegetable and animal species, is himself a prey to neither. He too possesses the reproductive principle far beyond the degree requisite for the bare continuance of his species. What becomes of the surplus of human life to which this principle is competent?
Do I have to use my feet? Can I knock the window out with my head?
Each solstice is a domain of experience unto itself. At the Summer Solstice, all is green and growing, potential coming into being, the miracle of manifestation painted large on the canvas of awareness. At the Winter Solstice, the wind is cold, trees are bare and all lies in stillness beneath blankets of snow.
If you take away the predators in the prairies and the national parks, you suddenly have an explosion of elk, and then you have a lack of the food source for the elk, so they strip all the ground bare and that takes away the cover, on and on and on and on. The whole food chain is disrupted.
I dance anywhere. I just start moving my feet.
The CIA's official history of the Bay of Pigs operation is filled with dramatic and harrowing details that not only lay bare the strategic, logistical, and political problems that doomed the invasion, but also how the still-green President John F. Kennedy scrambled to keep the U.S. from entering into a full conflict with Cuba.
I can't wear flat shoes. My feet repel them.
Never test the depth of river with both the feet.
Look up at the stars, not down at your feet.
Labor, with its coarse raiment and its bare right arm, has gone forth in the earth, achieving the truest conquests and rearing the most durable monuments. It has opened the domain of matter and the empire of the mind. The wild beast has fled before it, and the wilderness has fallen back.... its triumphal march is the progress of civilization.
Once I'm on my feet I realize escape might not be so easy.
Reality is harsh to the feet of shadows. But will you come?
Gentlemen, for the first 60 feet that was a hell of a pitch.
The Holy Supper is kept, indeed,
In whatso we share with anothers need;
Not what we give, but what we share,
For the gift without the giver is bare;
Who gives himself with his alms feeds three,
Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me.
The great players have a set of golf clubs in their feet
Sometimes it is safer to read maps with your feet.
Move with your feet, the hands will follow.
Robin is a handsome ephebic boy, usually shown in his uniform with bare legs. He is buoyant with energy and devoted to nothing on earth or in interplanetary space as much as to Bruce Wayne. He often stands with his legs spread, the genital region discreetly evident.
I'm appreciative that people appreciate the care I've taken of my feet.
Better to die on one's feet than to live on one's knees.
That democratic socialism, the great utopia of the last few generations, is not only unachievable, but that to strive for it produces something so utterly different that few of those who wish it would be prepared to accept the consequences, many will not believe until the connection has been laid bare in all its aspects.
I think bare legs in winter are idiotic. Unless your naked pins are toned, tanned and veinless, it's best to cover up. There is nothing more elegant in winter than dark tights worn with matching knee-length boots and a belted trench coat.
I use M.A.C. Brow Gel to bring out my eyebrows, then I curl my eyelashes every morning and apply M.A.C. Sheen Supreme Lipstick in Venomous Violet with my fingers - I use it as a lip balm multiple times throughout the day because I hate having bare lips.
In a strange way we were free. We'd reached the end of the line. We had nothing more to lose. Our privacy, our liberty, our dignity: all of this was gone and we were stripped down to the bare bones of our selves
The time is 'now' to do something - don't drag your feet.
She smoked because she craved something to do with her hands, that delicate interplay of light and cup and first inhale. Craved the repetition of it. It was so difficult sometimes to be still in a room, alone with oneself. To bare oneself to the lonely.
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.
Why isn't there a special name for the tops of your feet?
The sharp knife of dawn glitters in my hand but how bare is everything-tall tall tree infinite air, the unrelaxing tension of the world and only hope, hope only, the kind eagle soars and wheels in flight.
I'm a sort of in the moment, good on my feet kind of person.
Kiss the feet of Popes provided their hands are tied.
The pigs stuck out their little feet and snored.
I find it very hard to dance. I have 2 left feet.
Don't cross a river if it is four feet deep on average.
I plead the almighty that I leave this world with ghungroos on my feet.
A journey of a thousand leagues begins beneath one's feet.
The United Nations ... [is] a place for prostitution under the feet of Americans.
I have no desire to put my feet up. Why would I?
My feet are like gnarled old tree branches.
No one regards what is before his feet; we all gaze at the stars.
A million faces at my feet but all I see are dark eyes.
When our forbears - yours and mine - came to America, they came because this country promised them something. It promised them an opportunity, nourished by education, not merely to grind for a bare living, but to strive for a good life.
The man who is gloomy, taciturn and lives in a world of doubt seldom achieves more than a bare living. There have been a few who have groaned their way through to a competence, but in proportion to that overwhelming number of souls who carry cheer through life, they are as nothing - mere drops in the bucket.
Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the bare hill;
The Ploughboy is whooping — anon — anon!
There's joy in the mountains:
There's life in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is over and gone.
I've gotten so many compliments for having nice feet.
Believe in yourself and the world will be at your feet.
I try to, pardon the expression, stay with my feet on the ground.
Acting is not about dressing up. Acting is about stripping bare. The whole essence of learning lines is to forget them so you can make them sound like you thought of them that instant.
In computer science, we stand on each other's feet.
I don't like big feet. It reminds me of gammon.
It was fun getting my feet wet on an NBA floor.
This sounds really lame, but I'm pretty proud of my feet.
Ripley is married. And he's not lost. He has his feet on the ground.
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What is most striking in the Maine wilderness is the continuousness of the forest, with fewer open intervals or glades than you had imagined. Except the few burnt lands, the narrow intervals on the rivers, the bare tops of the high mountains, and the lakes and streams, the forest is uninterrupted.
When you fall, leap to your feet and try again.
If nothing else, the cyber attacks that occurred during the 2016 presidential election have laid bare the very real vulnerabilities that exist across our government and the private sector. Imagine the harm that could be done if our enemies ever hack into the Department of Defense or Homeland Security.
Ever since I've met you, I've swept you off my feet.
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