“I don't own a computer. I have a nine-foot piano in my home to compose my messages. Why would I want a one-foot computer to do the same thing?” WantHomeTechnologyFeetComputerMessagesNinePiano Author:Tori Amos
“You don't let a guy put his hand on your chest, and put his foot on the ball and look into your eyes and tell you a bedtime story. No. sorry. He controlled the ball on his chest, step on it, look, see if someone was in the stands, take a coffee, turn, call his family, no one was answering, left a message, and then thought "Oh, I might cross the ball." He crossed it and they scored.” IfsLooksStoriesHandsMightEyeGuyTurnsLeftStepsFeetMessagesCrossesBallsSorryCoffeeControlledChestsBedtimeBedtime Stories Author:Thierry Henry
“I have a history, a long history of being stereotyped as a five-foot-two woman, which is very limiting. I've worked so hard to create characters that have dignity. And I think everybody knows that I have a very pro-woman message in my work - and in my life.” ThinkingKnowsLongTwoHardCharacterFiveFeetMessagesDignity Author:Reese Witherspoon
“Sometimes they'll make little Play-Doh animals, and when they go to sleep, I'll break the heads off the animals and put them at the foot of their beds for them to discover in the morning. Nothing wrong with sending your kids a little Sicilian message.” LittlesSometimesPlayKidsSleepAnimalBreakMorningFeetBedMessagesGoing To SleepSicilian Author:Jerry Seinfeld
“I would hope with all my heart that people understand this and see it in the film. And there are also other messages in Happy Feet, like racial and environmental ones, but none of them are so overt. George has made a great story about penguins with a lot of humanity in it and audiences can follow a species we don't know that well.” PeopleKnowsWellsHeartMadeStoriesFilmHumanityAudienceFeetMy HeartMessagesSpeciesEnvironmentalPenguinsHappy Feet Author:Brittany Murphy
“Wind and storm colored July. Also, in the middle, cadaverous, awful, lay the grey puddle in the courtyard, when holding an envelope in my hand, I carried a message. I came to the puddle. I could not cross it. Identity failed me. We are nothing, I said, and fell. I was blown like a feather. I was wafted down tunnels. Then very gingerly, I pushed my foot across. I laid my hand against a brick wall. I returned very painfully, drawing myself back into my body over the grey, cadaverous space of the puddle. This is life then to which I am committed.” SaidBodyHandsSpaceFeetMiddleIdentityWindWallMessagesCrossesLaysCommittedStormDrawingAwfulGreyFeathersBricksJulyTunnelsEnvelopesPuddlesBrick Wall Author:Virginia Woolf
“Nico strode forward. The enemy army fell back before him like he radiated death, which of course he did. Through the face guard of his skull-shaped helmet, he smiled. "Got your message. Is it too late to join the party?" "Son of Hades." Kronos spit on the ground. "Do you love death so much you wish to experience it?" "Your death," Nico said, "would be great for me." "I'm immortal, you fool! I have escaped Tartarus. You have no business here, and no chance to live." Nico drew his sword-three feet of wicked sharp Stygian iron, black as a nightmare. "I don't agree.” SaidWould BeFacesThreeCoursesWishBlackChancePartyEnemyFeetSonFoolLateMessagesArmyAgreeWickedToo LateNightmareIronImmortalSpitSkullsHadesHelmetNico Di AngeloLove DeathTartarus Author:Rick Riordan
“Carmen sat up when she heard a familiar trill from her computer. It was an instant message from Bee. Beezy3: Packing. Do you have my purple sock with the heart on the ankle? Carmabelle: No. Like I'd wear your socks. Carmen looked from her computer screen down to her feet. To her dismay, her socks were two faintly different shades of purple. She rotated her foot to get a view of her anklebone. Carmabelle: Ahem. Might possibly have sock.” HeartTwoDifferentMightViewsHeardFeetComputerMessagesScreensFamiliarInstantSatShadeBeesPurpleSockAnklesPackingDismayComputer ScreenTrill Book:The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants Complete Collection Source: The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants Complete Collection
“Any messages for me?" Usually I got one or two, but mostly people who wanted my help preferred to talk in person. "Yes. Hold on." She pulled out a handful of pink tickets and recited from memory, without checking the paper. "Seven forty-two a.m., Mr. Gasparian: I curse you. I curse your arms so they wither and die and fall off your body. I curse your eyeballs to explode. I curse your feet to swell until blue. I curse your spine to crack. I curse you. I curse you. I curse you.” PeoplePersonsTwoHelpingBodyWantedDiesFallMemoriesFeetArmsPaperMessagesBlueSevenYour BodyCurseFortyCracksTicketsHandfulSpineEyeballs Book:Magic Bleeds Source: Magic Bleeds