Quotes About Socks

Throughout my childhood, when I raised my blanket in the morning, I saw a black, sparkling powder float off it. My socks were always black with coal dirt when I took off my shoes at night.

May 8th 1943. Deluge. The rain not only fell mainly on the plain in Spain; it also fell mainly on the back of the bloody neck, dripping down the spine into the socks where it came out of the lace-holes in the boots.

I like a colorful sock. I'm a sock man.

He started skipping, but then caught himself and returned to deliberately pacing out his steps with his sheathed sword. People might ignore a tiny Japanese man in an orange porkpie hat and socks, with a sword, but if you went around expressing unrestrained joy, they would have you in a straightjacket before you could belt out a verse of Zippity Do-Dah.

I have no superstitions. I don't have to have a Sunday outfit. I don't have socks or underwear I have to wear.

I'm a fan of Stance socks.

Getting a pedicure seems to be a standard pre-birth ritual, presumably because it is relaxing and makes you feel pretty even though your little piggies are going to be covered in those awesome no-skid hospital socks which I kept on for three days.

I think the absence of socks on men wearing suits and brogues is a problem. They'll live to regret that.

Many of our senators and congressmen seem to base their title to public favor upon their uncouth manners and lack of refinement, upon the fact that they have discarded socks or once wore blue-jeans.

I don't have a photograph, but you can have my footprints. They're upstairs in my socks.

Do we have any chlorine? It seems to be kind of explosive when mixed with other stuff. Like what, your socks? No, we don't have chlorine. No swimming pool.

out that shoes are required to eat in the cafeteria. But socks can eat anywhere they like!

I always steal a pair of socks on every photo shoot I do. It's my thing.

You said that mathematics was mostly about hard work. But I'm still not sure how you go about it. Yes. The first thing you do it take off your shoes and socks. To have parallel access to base ten.

Hundreds of them, Susie thought. Easily hundreds. In a family where the telephone bill was a monthly argument, how could such a wealth of socks possibly have accumulated? she wondered idly. How, with so many permutations, were there so few mates? One of the burning issues of our time, she thought self-derisively.

There was still plenty of water in the basement, and I felt it soaking me from the knees on down. If someone wanted to torture me until I told them a critical piece of information, all they would have to do is get my socks wet. It feels terrible.

I took a shower and spent some time on my hair, doing the blow-drying thing, adding some gel and some spray. When I was done I looked like Cher on a bad day. Still, Cher on a bad day wasn't all that bad. I was down to my last clean pair of spandex shorts. I tugged on a matching sports bra that doubled as a halter top and slid a big, loose, purple T-shirt with a large, droopy neck over my head. I laced up my hightop Reeboks, crunched down my white socks, and felt pretty cool.

If police are upset about an individual wearing pig socks, they need to understand why those socks exist in the first place.

I have, from time to time, stopped using it for books, when they pissed me off about something - the negotiation with Hachette, for instance. I thought that was outrageous bullying, and I discontinued using Amazon for books. I did use it for socks, but I didn't use it to buy books.

I fell for MUJI socks at their store in N.Y.C.'s JFK airport, and now I get them in bundles.

I have reached an age where if someone tells me to wear socks, I dont have to

i put the shotgun in an Adidas bag and padded it out with four pairs of tennis socks, not my style at all, but that was what I was aiming for: If they think you're crude, go technical; if they think you're technical, go crude. I'm a very technical boy. So I decided to get as crude as possible.

So Lucille pressed the button, and a panel slid open in the wall, and the transporter came through, and sure enough here was the bare butt of the client waiting to be whipped. For reasons best known to himself he had kept his shoes and socks on, so he was wearing well-polished black loafers and black silk socks.

A WEEK AFTER GETTING back from Burning Man for the third time, I was in the Oval Office with Obama. He complimented me on my multicolored striped socks, saying if he weren't president, he could wear socks like mine.