Anatomy

"And the prettiest foot! Oh, if a man could but fasten his eyes to her feet, as they steal in and out, and play at bo-peep under her petticoats!"

"My feet, they haul me Round the House, They Hoist me up the Stairs; I only have to steer them, and They Ride me Everywheres."

"Why must my pupil be forced always to have a cow's skin under his feet? What harm would there be if in case of need his own skin were able to serve him as a sole? In this part of the body the delicacy of the skin clearly can never be useful for anything and can often do much harm. Awakened at midnight in the heart of winter by the enemy in the city, the Genevans found their muskets before their shoes. If none of them had known how to march barefoot, who knows whether Geneva might not have been taken? Let us always arm man against unexpected accidents. In morning let Emile run barefoot in all seasons, in his room or on the stairs, in the garden. Far from reproaching him, I shall imitate him."

"Another memory finds me ready: In cherished dreams I sometimes stand And hold the lucky stirrup steady, Then feel her foot within my hand!"

"I recollect the ocean rumbling: O how I envied then the waves— Those rushing tides in tumult tumbling To fall about her feet like slaves! I longed to join the waves in pressing Upon those feet these lips... caressing."

"Diana's breast is charming, brothers, And Flora's cheek, I quite agree; But I prefer above these others The foot of sweet Terpischore. It hints to probing, ardent glances of rich rewards and peerless trances; Its token beauty stokes the fires, The wilful swarm of hot desires. My dear Elvina, I adore it— Beneath the table barely seen, In springtime on the meadow's green, In winter with the hearth before it, Upon the ballroom's mirrored floor, Or perched on granite by the shore."

"The ladies' gowns so well designed; I love their feet—although you'll find That all of Russia scarcely numbers Three pairs of shapely feet... And yet, How long it took me to forget Two special feet."

"To a Barefoot Boy: Your condition is rather delicate, and it’s because, I am sure, your sandal pinches; new leather, you know, is quite likely to cut into flesh that is tender. That is why Asclepius readily heals wounds received in war and hunting and all such accidents, but neglects these others because of the voluntariness of the action—as due to indiscretion rather than to a god’s capricious malevolence. Why then don’t you walk barefoot? What grudge have you against the earth? Slippers and sandals and top-boots and shoes are for the wearing of invalids or the aged. Philoctetes, at any rate, is pictured in such protective garb—because he was lame and ill. But the philosopher from Sinope and the Theban Crates and Ajax and Achilles are pictured as wearing no shoes, and Jason as wearing but one. For the story goes that, when Jason was crossing the Anaurus River, one boot was caught by the mud and held fast under the stream, and so he had one bare foot—not that he deliberately chose to have, but that chance taught him what was best; and he went his way the victim of a salutary robbery. Let nothing come between the earth and your bare foot. Fear not, the dust will welcome your tread as it would welcome grass, and we shall all kiss your footprints. Ο perfect lines of feet most dearly loved! Ο flowers new and strange! Ο plants sprung from earth! Ο kiss left lying on the ground!"

"All persons who have an atom of taste, or a sense of proportion, will agree that the French women shine in their feet and ankles, and truth compels me to confess that . . . generally speaking, the foot is not an admirable feature of the British female person."

"The associative sense of the Russian nozhki (conjuring a pair of small, elegant, high-instepped, slender-ankled lady's feet) is a shade tenderer than the French petits poids; it has not the stodginess of the English 'foot,' large or small, or the mawkishness of the German Fuesschen."

"I remember the first time I was sick. I had gone to play with a boy, Luis Léon, and on the patio he threw a wooden log at my foot, and this was the pretext they used at home when my leg began to grow thin. I remember they said that it was a white tumor or paralysis. I missed a lot of school [Frida spent nine months in bed, and and at seven she wore (polio) booties]. I do not remember a lot, but I continued jumping, only not with the right leg anymore. I developed a horrible complex, and I hide my leg. I wore thick wool socks onto the knee, with bandages underneath. This happened when I was seven years old, and my papa and my mama begun to spoil me a lot and to love me more. The foot leaned to the side, and I limped a little. This was during the period when I had my imaginary friend. (9 September 1950)"

"Feet, what do I need them for If I have wings to fly."

"Hidden are the faces around me, like words tucked within quotation marks."

"My face. Is this long strip of skin Which bears of worry many a trace, Of sallow hue, of features thin, This mass of seams and lines, my face?"

"A face with gladness overspread! Soft smiles, by human kindness bred!"

"White rose in red rose-garden Is not so white; Snowdrops, that plead for pardon And pine for fright Because the hard East blows Over their maiden vows, Grow not as this face grows from pale to bright."

"Her face is like the Milky Way i' the sky,— A meeting of gentle lights without a name."

"Her cheeks so rare a white was on, No daisy makes comparison; (Who sees them is undone); For streaks of red were mingled there, Such as are on a Cath'rine pear, (The side that's next the Sun)."

"Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place."

"An unforgiving eye, and a damned disinheriting countenance."

"Every face is hidden behind some mask or another yet still, they are deciphered just as phrases are understood from within quotation marks."

"Behind masks of smiles, some faces have buried their pain, while others have hidden almost their entirety."

"Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn."

"In thy face I see thy fury: if I longer stay We shall begin our ancient bickerings."

"Sea of upturned faces."

"On his bold visage middle age Had slightly press'd its signet sage, Yet had not quenched the open truth And fiery vehemence of youth; Forward and frolic glee was there, The will to do, the soul to dare."

"A sweet attractive kinde of grace, A full assurance given by lookes, Continuall comfort in a face The lineaments of Gospell bookes."

"Lift thou up the light of thy countenance upon us."

"If to her share some female errors fall Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all."

"Sæpe tacens vocem verbaque vultus habet."

"With faces like dead lovers who died true."

"Cheek * * * Flushing white and mellow'd red; Gradual tints, as when there glows In snowy milk the bashful rose."

"Vous avez bien la face descouverte; moi je suis tout face."

"Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.— Her lips suck forth my soul; see, where it flies!—"

"Oh! could you view the melody Of every grace, And music of her face, You'd drop a tear, Seeing more harmony In her bright eye, Than now you hear."

"The light upon her face Shines from the windows of another world. Saints only have such faces."

"These faces in the mirrors Are but the shadows and phantoms of myself."

"A face that had a story to tell. How different faces are in this particular! Some of them speak not. They are books in which not a line is written, save perhaps a date."

"How some they have died, and some they have left me, And some are taken from me; all are departed; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces."

"Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers, would drift away."

"Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face."

"The face the index of a feeling mind."

"The magic of a face."

"There is a garden in her face, Where roses and white lilies blow; A heavenly paradise is that place, Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow. There cherries grow that none may buy, Till cherry ripe themselves do cry."

"And to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him."

"Showing that if a good face is a letter of recommendation, a good heart is a letter of credit."

"A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with."

"Compare her face with some that I shall show; And I will make thee think thy swan a crow."

"You have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm, of cloudiness."

"Your face, my thane, is a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time."