My family on the ground is definitely in my thoughts and in my prayers, and on my socks.
I sleep with my socks on sometimes.
I live a quiet daytime life. I walk everywhere. I lie down. I wash socks. I fry an egg.
If police are upset about an individual wearing pig socks, they need to understand why those socks exist in the first place.
She didn’t want the typical Hollywood lifestyle of juggling a career and leaving the kids at home with nannies, so she’d take me to buy socks and books and help me with my homework.
A man speaks only when driven to speech by something outside himself – like, for instance, he can’t find any clean socks.
Seersucker and khaki suits are the key to looking put-together in the summer. I also wear shorts year-round. And I would never say never, but I don’t wear sandals. With shorts, it’s wing tips and tennis socks.
Different people’s houses smell like different weird things. God forbid someone should come and nail down what my house smells like. It’d probably be a litter box… sweaty socks… and burnt bacon. That probably is what it smells like.
Trent Seven wouldn’t have let me even go to a try-out wearing socks.
I don’t feel like I’m the type of performer who’s going to knock your socks off. I’m trying to get over my nerves.
A fan sent me a pair of fluffy winter socks, and I was like, ‘Oh, that’s cool. I’ll wear them to bed. It’s cold; it’s winter.’ But they were worn. They were black underneath, and they stunk, and I hate feet. She was like, ‘I’m giving you my favorite pair.’
When I was little, whenever I got out of the shower, I never wanted to touch the floor because once you touch the floor, your feet are dirty again. So in the shower, I used to put my socks on already without drying them off.
The ideal intern is committed, creative, organized, ambitious, independent, and able to crack a smile, whether meeting a celebrity or folding socks.
I make napkins talk in restaurants, socks talk on car journeys. There is an awful lot of puppetry going on in the house.
Growing up in Bloomington, Minn., I loved the ritual of dressing for Little League – in white socks, blue stirrups, belted pants, a double-knit jersey, and the cap I’d hold over my face to screen out mosquitoes in right field.
I was really happy with the 2,000th hit, because before the at-bat, I wanted to make sure my uniform looked good, my socks looked good. I made sure that way, if there’s a highlight, I at least look my best. It was a really good at-bat. I was very happy, because the pitcher was throwing very tough pitches that at-bat.
Even though I was sent to private school, it was purely because mum and dad wanted the best for me, and they worked their socks off in order to be able to give me that.
I watch Channel 4 News every day. I love it. I rarely watch any other news programme. There’s just something about it – and I’m not talking about Jon Snow’s ties and socks, but I appreciate those, too.
I wear high water pants, always, so you can see my socks – I always wear white socks.
I did steal socks, but I got caught… don’t shoplift, anyone – don’t do it! You’re just gonna get caught.
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.
If I need something, even a pair of socks, my assistant has to get them for me.
I wear the same socks after I wash them, and I like to eat the same meal the morning before a game.
I grew up in a home where I was literally told from a young age, ‘No daughter of mine will ever wash a man’s socks,’ and I am pleased to say I never have. It was made clear that whatever I wanted to do I should aspire to, regardless of my gender.
When I first started, you couldn’t mention divorce or death. You couldn’t show smelly socks. You couldn’t show a snake. They took a skunk out of my strip one time.
When I was a little girl you used to learn to sew all the holes in things, darning socks, but nobody mends things anymore.
I know I’m likeable, but living with me is different. Yes, I can be charming. That desire to please people and learning what to do to charm their socks off is something many of us do. But you get into a relationship, and the party’s over at some point. They see the real you.
I was very skilled at football at a young age in Egypt. I never played with a real ball. We used rolled-up socks or a balloon with a towel ducktaped to it, and we played on concrete in bare feet.
With everybody having a Facebook and a Twitter, I feel like regular people consider themselves stars. It’s a live, real-time upload of every time we buy a pair of socks, the most telling sign that we’re losing our politeness. When you know everything about somebody, you can talk to them any way you please.
Going from toting a machine gun in Afghanistan… to using a bed pan, and I can’t even put my own socks on – that was hard to kind of suck it up.
I am, and ever will be, a white socks, pocket protector, nerdy engineer.
I had a great teacher who was really encouraging and said I should go to Central Saint Martins. So I worked my socks off, and I managed to get a place there. It was there that I developed a real love for design.
I would always hunch over, I was always taller than the boys. I had the extremely skinny legs… I would double up my socks, those ones from Footlocker, to make my legs look thicker.
Politicians who wear little tennis socks with the balls at the back should not be taken seriously.
Literally, my job is I make socks. That’s all I do.
Hong Kong girls have a genius sense of style. I came back to the States thinking no one here has any individuality. Or cute enough socks.
Honey, have you ever seen a man knitting socks?
As a kid in the eighties, I didn’t need much disposable income. I went to Catholic school – white shirt, plaid skirt – so fashion choices were limited. But youth finds a way. For me and my schoolmates, neon argyle socks were a crucial barometer of coolness. Hair ribbons, too, and they didn’t come cheap.
When I first got back from the war, I said, ‘I’m gonna write the Great American Novel about the Vietnam War.’ So I sat down and wrote 1,700 pages of sheer psychotherapy drivel. It was first person, and there would be pages about wet socks and cold feet.
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