The American white relegates the black to the rank of shoeshine boy; and he concludes from this that the black is good for nothing but shining shoes.
Guilt wears track shoes. Sprint, marathon, or cross-country, it doesn’t matter. It runs tireless to catch you, and it carries a sledgehammer.
I don't have to live the lives of my characters to write about them. It's about really putting yourself in their shoes.
She was dull, unattractive, couldn't tell the time, count money or tie her own shoe laces... But I loved her
The stoical scheme of supplying our wants by lopping off our desires, is like cutting off our feet when we want shoes.
In a weird way, I'm always going to ground myself. I'm an insecure kind of pessimist, but I'm always kind of waiting for the other shoe to drop.
I grew up in the '90s, so I've definitely resurrected many looks from my youth lately, including overalls, jelly shoes, and, of course, Doc Martens.
During summer or charity games I'll wear my bright orange or green or turquoise ones and guys are always like, 'Why are your shoes so bright?'
Joe: Do we get a balloon with these? Shoe Salesman: ...Yeah Robert: All of us or just her?
I just meant as far as coming to the games on time; it was just like I was under the microscope, every little thing, it was like they were looking for me to come in here with my shoes untied.
A travel book is a book that puts you in the shoes of the traveler, and it's usually a book about having a very bad time; having a miserable time, even better.
You don't think about it at the time, but there are certain responsibilities that come with being the vicar's daughter. You're supposed to behave in a particular way. I shouldn't say it, but I probably was Goody Two Shoes.
I couldn't have asked for a better kid. She's our own little Buddha baby so far. I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop to tell you the truth. It's like the calm before the storm.
Anthony: They all tried to hold your hand. I didn't Richard: No, you didn't Anthony: Don't need to, do I?
Richard: What you cutting it like? Anthony: Dunno. Long hair Richard: What, like Bon Jovi? Anthony: [laughs] No
Soz: He wasn't a spastic. Richard: He fucking was a spastic. [makes silly noises, as if mocking a retarded person] Richard: He was a fucking nana.
Raoul Duke: [to Dr. Gonzo] PLEASE! Tell me about the fucking golf shoes!
Harry: Why the hell did you take your shoes off? Marv: Why the hell are you dressed like a chicken?
Rusty Griswold: That was a crummy Wyatt Earp dad. He was wearing jogging shoes. Clark: They used to Rusty.
It is so much easier to be nice, to be respectful, to put yourself in your customers' shoes and try to understand how you might help them before they ask for help, than it is to try to mend a broken customer relationship.
You can't beat a Diane Von Fostenburg wrap dress; I always tend to go for the wrap dresses with a little more structure. I also love Prada shoes.
