Quotes About Ankles

a big green male dragon with dark green eyes and gold bands around his ankles,

I always say, men's ankles are kind of like men's version of cleavage. That's what I think, because it's sexy. It shows, like, you dare to go there.

My father was sent to get the shoes. The pink of the leather turned out to be a lighter shade than I'd hoped, it looked like the underside of a kitten, and the sole was a dirty gray cat's tongue, and there were no long pink satin ribbons to criss-cross over the ankles, no, only a sad little elastic strap which my father had sewn on himself.

I have had a positive experience in Qatar. It has not been too challenging, and it has given my ankles a rest!

How is it, O wonderful TAOS girl," declaimed Courtney Hall, "that this best possible world of happiness and painlessness is so fragile that one little nip at its ankles by one woman, one yulp, one cartoonist, can set the whole thing teetering and tottering?

My dad and I, we used to play baseball. I was the catcher. Which I liked. Until one day, I saw this game on TV, and I said, Hang on, how come their catcher doesn't have his hands tied to his ankles?

Everything you cherish Throws you over in the end Thorns will grab your ankles From the gardens that you tend.

Fatigue, swollen ankles, the midwife said. The worst discomforts of pregnancy. I wrote those down. But she's wrong: self-pity. Strange dreams, she said. No dreams.

These words came, quite clear, like small, evil people, across the cobbles to Branza's ankles, where they stood and smirked up at her.

Clare's dark brows arched. "How can one piece of wood be more moral than another?" "The mace saves a lady from bending over and exposing her ankles to whatever depraved males are present," he explained.

all I could think was in New York that kid would have been stuck in a straitjacket practically from birth and dangled over a tank full of Educational Consultants and Remedial Experts all snapping at his ankles for the next twenty years arguing about his Special Needs and getting paid plenty for it.

I didn't want to be Regis or Kathie Lee, because their chairs were too high. I'm sorry, I'm supposed to sit like that for an hour? Too much blood rushing to my ankles. No, thanks.

But the photograph hints, too, at another story. I can see it in the tall grass brushing her ankles, the blades bent as if moved by wind.