Words matter. These are the best Ankles Quotes from famous people such as Donald Trump, Jr., Channing Frye, Jeev Milkha Singh, Dwight D. Eisenhower, Jeannie Mai, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
I’ve broken probably every major bone in my body. I currently have, in my body, fifteen pins and a plate. I’ve broken my femur, both wrists, both ankles – my left ankle twice. My tibia. Tore my rotator cuff.
If I break your ankles you need to be over here with me… retired.
During the Volvo China Open in April 2011, a lot of players fell ill. My son also was taken ill. I contracted a strange viral later, which had symptoms of swollen ankles and wrists and has left me weakened.
Ankles are nearly always neat and good-looking, but knees are nearly always not.
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.
I can’t wrestle a match without getting my ankles taped because they feel like they’ll shatter on me.
An evening dress that reveals a woman’s ankles while walking is the most disgusting thing I have ever seen.
When I was doing ‘A Disappearing Number’ in Plymouth, we had to go on an hour and a half late, and I still hadn’t written an end, so we had to make one up, and then we had to go out literally with our pants round our ankles.
Banks operate like a man who either wears his trousers round his chest, stifling breathing, as now, or round his ankles, exposing his assets. We want their trousers tied round their middle: steady lending growth; particularly to productive British business, especially small scale enterprise.
I have parents and family who will never allow me not to be grounded. If I thought for a second that I could possibly lift off the ground, I have a thousand people who will grab my ankles.
When I do get pregnant, I highly doubt I’ll be one of those women who don’t look pregnant from behind – I’ll be that chick who looks pregnant from her ankles up!
I like quarter-cut pants that show my ankles. I don’t like baggy stuff.
Old age is a wonderful time of life. At least, that’s what everyone tells you. But let me tell you: it is not true. What’s true is that your hips, knees and ankles gradually give up on you – everything is quite dreadful, really. And it was a terrible thing to have told us because we believed it.
I’m pretty cautious and not very athletic, so I’ve only had really dumb injuries, like sprained ankles and allergic reactions. I did have to go to the hospital after slicing my finger while trying to cut a Kaiser roll in half.
I think the two exercises that have helped me the most include using the bands with my ankles, and then another one of my favorites is where I lean on a balloon-shaped ball with my forehead touching it and rotate my head front, back and sideways to build up the muscles and ligaments in my neck.
The American woman is a charming creature. She is of a type most unusual and delightful… And their feet and ankles are the most perfect in the world.
I say, ‘Be brave. Do it even if your ankles shake, because they will.’
I damaged my legs and ankles many years ago when doing concerts and falling off stage.
The only thing that makes me feel old is when I can see your ankles and you have on pants.
Almost the first thing you see after entering the Houdini exhibition at the Jewish Museum is a large-screen film of Harry Houdini hanging by his ankles upside-down from a tall building, high over a sea of men in fedoras, and thrashing his way out of a straitjacket.
For a quarter of a century, I’ve been playing baseball for pay. It has been pretty good pay, most of the time. The work has been hard, but what of it? It’s been risky. I’ve broken both my legs. I’ve sprained everything I’ve got between my ankles and my disposition. I’ve dislocated my joints and fractured my pride.
I have really good legs for jumping. I have terrible ankles for landing. I wasn’t as good fundamentally as John Stockton or Steve Nash, so I had to play like an athlete, in the air all the time, coming down in vulnerable positions.
There’s nothing wrong with ankles. But only if you’re playing football in the park.
If I don’t get food in my mouth, I’m still happy. If my pants are round my ankles, as long as I don’t get arrested for indecent exposure, I’m happy. I’m worried about keeping my hair, not how it’s combed.
I have asked the village blacksmith to forge golden chains to tie our ankles together. I have gathered all the gay ribbons in the world to wind around and around and around and around and around and around again around our two waists.
My eyes are too big, my nose is too flat, my ears stick out, my mouth is too big and my face is too small… my body is thin as a clarinet and my ankles are so skinny that I wear two pairs of bobby socks because I don’t want people to see how thin they are.
The only things I really love about myself physically are my ankles and my hair.
As a young boy growing up in New York City, we would spend our summers on the South Fork of Long Island. My dad would take me down to the beach at low tide. We would walk a mile down to the jetties, and he would lower me by my ankles into the crevices between the massive boulders to grab at huge ropes of mussels.
Two stops after I got on, these two unbelievable short people got on, and the way they were looking at me, I could tell. They wanted to bite my ankles!
I have bad feet and I have weak ankles.
Against her ankles as she trod The lucky buttercups did nod.
A sickle-cell attack would creep up slowly in my ankles, legs, arms, back, stomach, and chest. Sometimes my lips and tongue turned numb, and I knew I was going into a crisis.
I’ve had 36 orthopedic operations, have two fused ankles, my knees, hands and wrists don’t work, I now have a fused spine, other than that, everything is great.
I have perfectly symmetrical ankles.
When I was 13, I was in my tent at Girl Scout camp, trying to change out of my bathing suit and talking at the same time. I fell out of the tent in front of everyone with my bathing suit around my ankles. I was humiliated – but no amount of humiliation has ever seemed to stop me.
A runner needs not just to be skinny but – more specifically – to have skinny calves and ankles, because every extra pound carried on your extremities costs more than a pound carried on your torso. That’s why shaving even a few ounces off a pair of running shoes can have a significant effect.
Revising stuff lately, I was shocked to see how often my characters scratched their ankles, felt their feet, and touched their own ears.
Some people have knees, ankles. It’s always been my back. That’s been one thing I’ve always had to be conscious about strengthening and being in rehab. Pretty much I’ve always rehabbed it.
I had spindly little ankles, and growing up in Canada, I couldn’t skate. I was no good at any sports so was very much a pariah through those adolescent years.
An interim government was set up in Afghanistan. It included two women, one of whom was Minister of Women’s Affairs. Man, who’d she have to show her ankles to to get that job?
I blew one of my knees. I’ve torn ligaments and tendons, ankles, both shoulders, both wrists.
I have a strong appreciation for oversize sweatshirts, loose mohair sweaters, and jeans that are frayed at the ankles.
Unfortunately, my football career wasn’t very long. The reason I finished playing was because I fractured both ankles in a matter of months.
Tap dancers find it very difficult to do anything other than tap if that is all they have been trained in because, again, it’s a whole different ballgame that you’re constantly working on – bent legs, loose ankles – which you cannot afford to do when you’re doing jumps or anything else.