#feet

They found grace out in the desert, these people who survived the killing. Israel, out looking for a place to rest, met God out looking for them!" God told them, "I've never quit loving you and never will. Expect love, love, and more love! And so now I'll start over with you and build you up again, dear virgin Israel. You'll resume your singing, grabbing tambourines and joining the dance. You'll go back to your old work of planting vineyards on the Samaritan hillsides, And sit back and enjoy the fruit— oh, how you'll enjoy those harvests! The time's coming when watchmen will call out from the hilltops of Ephraim: 'On your feet! Let's go to Zion, go to meet our God! ↗

— Anonymous

#god #israel #love #scripture #zion

I spent an hour yesterday watching the ladies bathe. What a sight! What a hideous sight! The two sexes used to bathe together here. But now they are kept separate by means of signposts, preventive nets, and a uniformed inspector – nothing more depressingly grotesque can be imagined. However, yesterday, from the place where I was standing in the sun, with my spectacles on my nose, I could contemplate the bathing beauties at my leisure. The human race must indeed have become absolutely moronic to have lost its sense of elegance to this degree. Nothing is more pitiful than these bags in which women encase their bodies, and these oilcloth caps! What faces! What figures! And what feet! Red, scrawny, covered with corns and bunions, deformed by shoes, long as shuttles or wide as washerwomen’s paddles. And in the midst of everything, scrofulous brats screaming and crying. Further off, grandmas knitting and respectable old gentlemen with gold-rimmed spectacles reading newspapers, looking up from time to time between lines to savor the vastness of the horizon with an air of approval. The whole thing made me long all afternoon to escape from Europe and go live in the Sandwich Islands or the forests of Brazil. There, at least, the beaches are not polluted by such ugly feet, by such foul-looking specimens of humanity. ↗

— Gustave Flaubert

#feet #respect

The cool part of being an entertainer is getting the opportunity to get your feet wet in all areas. ↗

— Paula Abdul

#being #cool #entertainer #feet #get

So that between the Cape of St. Maria and Japan we were four months and twenty-two days; at which time there were no more than six besides myself that could stand upon his feet. ↗

— William Adams

#between #cape #could #days #feet

They who love dancing too much seem to have more brains in their feet than in their head. ↗

— Terence

#dancing #feet #head #love #more

My sister and I are opposites in many ways. She is six feet tall, while I'm five feet four. ↗

— Tracy Austin

#five #four #i #many #opposites

Editors of open anthologies actively seek submissions from all comers, established and unknown. They are willing to read whatever the tide washes up at their feet. ↗

— Lynn Abbey

#anthologies #comers #editors #established #feet

I watch everybody every night, from sitting down to being on their feet at the end, and I feel a sense of reinvention, of caring, presenting these songs in their purest form. ↗

— Bryan Adams

#caring #down #end #every #every night

Old-fashioned ways which no longer apply to changed conditions are a snare in which the feet of women have always become readily entangled. ↗

— Jane Addams

#apply #become #changed #conditions #entangled

My body doesn't have any rhythm, you know. I've got quite good rhythm when I'm singing but my feet are very much two left feet. ↗

— Adele

#body #feet #good #got #i