Best 528 quotes in «legs quotes» category

I have good legs, so I prefer my skirt lengths and my high heels. It's like my uniform.

I have friends who've tried to break into the UK, who went back with their tails between their legs. Fortunately I've had the opposite experience.

I have huge legs, and I never show them - not because of false modesty, I'm just not comfortable.

I have left my balls to Robespierre and my legs to Couthon. That should help the Committee of Public Safety for a while.

I have legs of iron, but to tell you the truth, they're starting to rust and buckle a bit.

I haven't yet met a woman who told me, 'I wish I had shorter legs.'

I hoped they couldn't run very fast with those stubby little legs and flippers, but they waddled along pretty well.

I learned to walk on my own legs, to dive so deeply into a role to forget that Im acting.

I like to make them wait, then I make them beg. And when I take off my clothes, then I form a third leg.

I like so much wearing heels, legs look so much better, everything looks better. But it's only recently I've had the courage to do that.

I like the marathon because it's one race where you can find out who's really the toughest. On the track, sometimes a guy can just pull away, and you want to stay with him but you don't have the leg speed. The marathon is slow enough that anyone can stay with you if he wants, if he has the will. The marathon is ultimately a test of will.

I love Koscielny, I’ve seen him a lot. He has good leg speed, which reminds me of Lilian [Thuram]. The last time we spoke I told him to work hard and he’ll become one of the best defenders in the world. He’s at the standard of a Vidic or Pique. I mean that sincerely.

I'm a born and bred New Yorker. I belong here. Everytime I leave it's like losing a leg.

I'm a big fan of zombies, and I have a zombie tattoo on my leg.

I love this pedal to death. The only way you could keep me from playing one is by chopping off my legs!

I’m about to enter a national ass-kicking contest. With no legs. And a massive ass.

I'm certain, as we filled down the great staircase, that I appeared the same as ever, a moping twelve years-old, all arms and legs. But secretly I knew I had been transformed, moved by the revelation that human beings create art, that to be an artist was to see what others could not.

I'm a hero wid coward's legs, I'm a hero from the waist up.

I'm forty-nine but I could be twenty-five except for my face and my legs.

I’m in no hurry: the sun and the moon aren’t, either. Nobody goes faster than the legs they have. If where I want to go is far away, I’m not there in an instant.

I'm just a potato that won't quit. I'm a potato with some legs. Some have eyes, I've got legs.

I miss him like one might miss a scar, or wooden leg, something disfiguring but characteristic.

I'm not as klutzy as I used to be... I've had visual therapy and all kinds of things to help, but I still wrap my purse around chair legs when I stand up to leave. I do ridiculous things on camera because I do them in my life all the time.

I'm lucky because I have an athlete between my legs.

I'm not a fan of capris. They actually shorten my legs.

I'm not precious about anything. The effort it took to get something means nothing to me in post. It means nothing to the audience. I'll chop limbs off. I'll put an arm where a leg should be. I'll do anything.

I'm not making any absurd comparisons between myself and Bach, but I aspire to that, that my music will have the legs to survive whatever context it finds itself in.

I'm not religious. I love what Clive James said the other day. James is a brilliant writer, but he keeps on writing poems on stuff. And he said, "God doesn't have a leg to stand on.

In the mountains, the shortest way is from peak to peak: but for that you must have long legs

I'm quite happy to be thrown around and hopefully my leg will stay on.

In a statement to the Associated Press earlier in the year, Jamie Lynn said she didn’t have a boyfriend. She said, ‘I’m keeping my options open.’ And by options, she meant legs.

I’m quite capable of walking,” she pointed out. It is faster this way. Your legs are short.” They are not!

I’m three legs toward completing the career Grand Slam at 25. So, I’m feeling pretty good right now.

I must die. I must be imprisoned. I must suffer exile. But must I die groaning? Must I whine as well? Can anyone hinder me from going into exile with a smile? The master threatens to chain me: what say you? Chain me? My leg you will chain--yes, but not my will--no, not even Zeus can conquer that.

In some ways, cramp is worse than having a broken leg.

In this business you break a leg and 150 other people are out of work while production is shut down. It's not like you were an accountant and could still work with your leg in a cast.

Invention, using the term most broadly, and imitation, are the two legs, so to call them, on which the human race historically has walked.

I reached the stage where I was afraid to wiggle my leg, but then I thought 'why shouldn't I?' It's what I do and now I know how to turn an audience on again.

I only enjoy legs day! For my training, it's sort of vital and I've learned to love it, I think.

I put my pants on just like the rest of you - one leg at a time. Except, once my pants are on, I make gold records.

I realised that I had a choice to either feel angry about not having arms and legs, or thankful for having my family, friends and my little foot.

I often tell people that I truly want the horse to be my feet and legs. I want to be an extension of the horse and him to be an extension of me. That's what I'm always working toward when I'm on a horse.

It doesn't matter how high you lift your leg. The technique is about transparency, simplicity, making an earnest attempt.

I spend 90 percent of my time saying no, and my accountant yells at me for it, but when I started in this business, I wanted my career to have legs.

I studied medicine so I could help others - set a leg or whatever - and it's given me a great deal of satisfaction.

I still find it strange, I suppose, when I say to someone, 'Can you just pass me my leg?' But I don't ever think about my disability.

I submit my tongue as an instrument of righteousness when I make it bless them that curse me and pray for them who persecute me, even though it "automatically" tends to strike and wound those who have wounded me. I submit my legs to God as instruments of righteousness when I engage them in physical labor as service, perhaps carrying a burden the "second mile" for someone whom I would rather let my legs kick. I submit my body to righteousness when I do my good deeds without letting them be known, though my whole frame cries out to strut and crow.

It astonishes me already when I compare my condition today with what it was a month ago. Before that I knew well enough one could fracture one's legs and arms and recover afterward, but I did not know that you could fracture the brain in your head and recover from that too.

I tattered their wings and tore off their legs, joint by joint, watched them crawl in circles, like little lost infants, untill they decide to die.

It doesn't matter who you are, if you've got the legs, you can hang with them.