Best 30 quotes in «barefoot quotes» category

Keep violence in the mind Where it belongs (Barefoot in the Head)

If arrogance were shoes, he'd never go barefoot.

I know a lady in Venice would have walked barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip

She padded toward Han, barefoot, like a faerie startled out of a forest bower, bewitching mix of clan and flatland beauty.

I was always taught that a woman's place was in the kitchen, barefoot and pregnant. And I'm a firm believer in that.

The barefoot component of my training is about strengthening the toes.

I like being full of mystery and wonder, people always know im up to something but never know exactly what.

What?” I said defensively, clutching the mink and my dignity. Since I was barefoot, mostly naked and completely hungover, I was pretty sure I grasped only one of them.

Going barefoot is the gentlest way of walking and can symbolise a way of living - being authentic, vulnerable, sensitive to our surroundings. It’s the feeling of enjoying warm sand beneath our toes, or carefully making our way over sharp rocks in the darkness. It’s a way of living that has the lightest impact, removing the barrier between us and nature. — Adele Coombs, “Barefoot Dreaming

Sensuality does not understand why everyone else is so disturbed by her. As a young girl, she was often scolded for going barefoot.

You learn a lot when you're barefoot. The first thing is every step you take is different.

BAREFOOT BEACH Take off your shoes- You're on barefoot beach. Relax in the sunshine- Broken only by trees.

Czy zwróciłeś kiedyś uwagę, jak przyjemnie chodzi się boso po piasku, trawie albo ziemi?Nie bierze się to tylko z ulgi po zdjęciu sztywnych butów albo zrzuceniu wysokich obcasów. Kiedy dotykasz podłoża bosymi stopami, twój organizm otrzymuję dawkę potężnych leczniczych elektronów.

Going barefoot in the forest is a very sensuous and a pleasurable experience. For some of us it is almost a mystical experience. I know that I dreamt of it long before I ever durst try it. It is also an experience that brings into question our entire relationship with nature in a way that disturbs and challenges our ideas about ourselves as civilized beings.

Go walk barefoot on the grass Really flow, just let it pass... And dance in the wind, So do it in your mind, Such glory it is that the spirit lasts!

My sisters and I stand on the deck, the shale tile cool against the soles of our feet - for a week it seems we never have to wear shoes - and take turns twirling, the matching turquoise silk skirts my mother bought us sliding coolly up our legs, our laughter flying out over the ocean. We are all light and happy and far, far away from home.

Most shoes are shaped as if feet were made for shoes.

In dietary terms, being shod is rather similar to cooking one's feet, as opposed to barefoot being raw.

I walked about naked and barefoot stepping onto shards of glass sometimes feeling it sometimes not.

Theo often walked barefoot. He loved the cold ooze of the marsh at his toes. He felt the knowingness of the wild grass against his foot pads. Beneath his growing body, toiling the deep soil, the earthworms wriggled, ruled by the thrum-ming of consciousness reserved especially for their species. The rhythms shot straight to his own body. When he walked barefoot with Shadow, he felt the connection between him, his dog, and the heaven beneath his feet. He felt the connection not only with his dog but with all dogs.

Soil is earth’s barefoot and when we walk barefoot, two barefoot touches each other with love!

the sensations she was asking about were very pleasant; some of them were nothing short of delicious; but to know them one simply had to go barefoot. I could sense a mixture of envy and fearful reserve. It was time to tell her what another barefoot hiker had once told me, when I had stood, still shod, on the edge of wanting to go barefoot: "Take off your shoes.

When the tidal waves wildly behaving My bare feet on the shore busy saving The calm warmth leaking out of the sand To let my heart feel peacefully tanned!

We all enter this world as potential barefoot fruitarians. Fruit has that up front mixture of appeals, vibrant colours, the tantalising textures and deliciously sweet flavours that provided corruption and addiction are not already imbued, are instinctively appealing to all children. But alas it's a path few of us are privileged enough, or permitted to embark upon at such an early age. Instead, it rarely takes too long following nascence, before we find ourselves as involuntary shod omnivores. Rarely is such a state of affairs ever cross-examined.

We will walk to God barefoot: our feet lacerated, our limbs wounded.

Being barefoot makes me feel vulnerable.

Back then I was still appalled that God would set down his barefoot boy and girl dollies into an Eden where, presumably, He had just turned loose elephantiasis and microes that eat the human cornea. Now I understand, God is not just rooting fo the dollies.

He that sows Thorns, should never go barefoot.

go barefoot and be warm all the time not only when you go to bed and sleep

He that scatters thorns, let him not go barefoot.