I will not let anyone walk through my mind with their dirty feet.
I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience.
Keep your eyes on the stars, and your feet on the ground.
The job of feets is walking, but their hobby is dancing.
Just take my hand, lead, dance with me...and I will simply follow the blueness of the water, the white waves rolling free...where the earth beneath my feet and stars make my heart whole again...in long and priceless moments of shared solitude...
Let your shoes take you to where your happiness grows.
Wings are like dreams. Before each flight, a bird takes a small jump, a leap of faith, believing that its wings will work. That jump can only be made with rock solid feet.
It's only out of reach when you choose to keep your feet flat on the floor.
Clocks will always have different sized hands, but not feet.
Your voice could go to where your feet could not go.
Forget your voice, sing! Forget your feet, dance! Forget your life, live! Forget yourself and be!
I was never very good with either my hands or feet. It always seemed to me they'd just been stuck on as an afterthought during my making. Dreams didn't translate through sports, or music, dancing, carpentry, plumbing. I was the bookish kid, more at home in the pages of a fantasy than in the room in the town on the planet.
I just try to see what happens when you put your feet on the accelerator.
Boys are easy. I mean, there are just a lot of bruises when they're young. With boys, you get a lot of accidental jabs in the eye and stepping on your feet, and those tantrums they cause when they don't want to leave the toy store.
I would be a fool to put my feet down in a position where I can't accommodate metamorphoses.
Every accountable child of God needs to set goals, short- and long-range goals. A man who is pressing forward to accomplish worthy goals can soon put despondency under his feet, and once a goal is accomplished, others can be set up.
One can see that a canvas is six feet by eight feet, say, quite accurately. But you can spend two minutes and think it's five, or thirty seconds and it's just a different bed for activities there.
I am tired. My arm aches. My head boils. My feet are cold. But I am not aware of any weakness.
I live up at about the 2000 feet level on a five acre piece of forest that I built a small house on.
You have to be fast on your feet and adaptive or else a strategy is useless.