Wearing Heels Quotes

#1. My mum told me always to wear heels. If I'm not wearing heels, she says, 'What? You're in flats?' So whenever I see her, I make sure I have heels with me. #Quote by Julia Restoin Roitfeld

#2. I like so much wearing heels, legs look so much better, everything looks better. But it's only recently I've had the courage to do that. #Quote by Blanka Vlasic

#3. I am really into color and bright clothing. When I'm wearing heels, I always like to throw some different colors into my outfit, so it doesn't match. That gives my look a retro and funky feel. #Quote by Leah LaBelle

#4. I used to write on my resume that I was shorter than I was because I thought it would inhibit my roles, and as soon as I embraced that I am a tall female, I started getting really fantastic roles and really didn't even worry about wearing heels. #Quote by Heather Doerksen

#5. You know, I love wearing heels. I wish I could wear them all the time, but, you know, my sport doesn't really permit it. #Quote by Allyson Felix

#6. #lessonsfromscarymovies. And for crying out loud, if you're wearing heels TAKE THEM OFF, then run. #Quote by J. Lincoln Fenn

#7. Fucking heels, she mumbles. Only she isn't wearing heels. She's wearing black flats, but she blames them, anyway. #Quote by Colleen Hoover

#8. Some of my biggest complaints about acting in television were that I was always wearing a tight dress or pencil skirt, and I was always wearing heels. #Quote by Trieste Kelly Dunn

#9. Are you a man-whore? I asked as the loudest group of them teetered away on their high heels. (High heels? Really? At seven thirty in the morning? Shouldn't you actually have breasts before you start wearing heels?) #Quote by Laurie Halse Anderson

#10. Fitz offered Sophie his arm, and she tried to ignore the way her insides fluttered at the gesture. He was probably only doing it because everyone knew that climbing things wasn't her strengths- particularly when she was wearing heels. But her face grew warm as she hooked her elbow around his.

It hit even warmer when he told her, "I'm glad you're here. #Quote by Shannon Messenger

#11. I'm not a short person; I'm 5'10 and I was wearing heels, and I felt like a tiny little creature next to Shaquille O'Neal. #Quote by Erinn Hayes

#12. When I'm wearing heels at events, my feet feel like they're sitting in pools of blood. #Quote by Elizabeth Olsen

#13. People say I'm wearing heels because I'm short. I wear heels because the women like 'em. #Quote by Prince

#14. No, thanks. If I start wearing heels, boys will whistle at me when I walk by. #Quote by Dia Reeves

#15. Cole Haan is like high fashion Nike, so you feel like you're wearing Nike shoes, but you're wearing heels. Every time I'm on a red carpet, I always either wear Cole Haan or Stuart Weitzman. You end up having to walk around all night in these heels and you want to be comfortable and not look like you're in pain. It definitely shows in pictures. #Quote by Nina Dobrev

#16. I am a professional transvestite, so I can run about in heels and not fall over. Cause if a woman falls over wearing heels, that's embarrassing. But if a bloke falls over wearing heels, you have to kill yourself. It's the end of your life. #Quote by Eddie Izzard

#17. What can I say? I feel good when I'm wearing heels. I feel sexier, attractive. #Quote by Blake Lively

#18. Yeah, I'm nervous. I'm wearing heels in public for crying out loud. #Quote by Sandra Bullock

#19. Style is wearing an evening dress to McDonald's, wearing heels to play football. It is personality, confidence and seduction. #Quote by John Galliano

#20. You can't wear those, I say. He strips and I do too...I take off my flight suit and give it to him. I put my PPE back on, roll up Dyer's suit under my arm, and walk back out into the main room wearing just my boots, my flak, my skivvies shorts, and my Kevlar. My legs and arms haven't seen the sun in a while and are pale as pigeon shit. Moore sees me and starts smiling. McKeown sees Moore smiling and starts cracking up. I'm like, f*** you, I look sexy. #Quote by Phil Klay

#21. He coordinated his socks and underwear," she commented when Peabody came back in. "Colors and patterns. Who does that, and why?"
"I read this article about how what you wear under your clothes is all about what makes you feel empowered and in control. It's the Under You."
"If wearing matching boxers and socks make you feel empowered, you're a weenie. #Quote by J.D. Robb

#22. I blinked at her. She was as composed as a mediaeval saint, wearing an expression of Eastern inscrutability. "Yes, child. The less you and I discuss about that particular episode, the better. Ask me again when you're about to be married, and then we shall have a frank discussion." "I shan't marry," she informed me coolly. "Never?" "Never. I mean to find some purposeful work. A husband would get in my way." She was serious as the grave, but I knew better than to smile. "Perhaps you will. But life has a habit of changing your mind for you. Still, better you put that remarkable brain of yours to good use than feed it nothing more demanding than flower-arranging and playing the piano. Unless those are particular passions of yours," I added hastily. She rolled her eyes. "I loathe music, and flowers make me sneeze." "There you go. I was never very good at the feminine accomplishments, either." "Perhaps it's a family failing," she suggested kindly.

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"That is a perfectly exceptional child," Brisbane said when she was gone. "I think she must be what you were like as a little girl." "I was never so - " I began. But then I thought about Perdita. A little odd, mistress of her own interests, curious, with a penchant for speaking her mind. "Yes, I suppose rather." He smiled and put down his cup. He slapped his thighs, and I went to him, sliding onto his lap, my head fitting comfortably into the hollow of his neck. "I am very happy you are mine," I told him. Brisb #Quote by Deanna Raybourn

#23. We waste so much energy trying to cover up who we are when beneath every attitude is the want to be loved, and beneath every anger is a wound to be healed and beneath every sadness is the fear that there will not be enough time.
When we hesitate in being direct, we unknowingly slip something on, some added layer of protection that keeps us from feeling the world, and often that thin covering is the beginning of a loneliness which, if not put down, diminishes our chances of joy.
It's like wearing gloves every time we touch something, and then, forgetting we chose to put them on, we complain that nothing feels quite real. Our challenge each day is not to get dressed to face the world but to unglove ourselves so that the doorknob feels cold and the car handle feels wet and the kiss goodbye feels like the lips of another being, soft and unrepeatable. #Quote by Mark Nepo

#24. Was ninety percent sure." "I see," Clary said. There must have been something in her voice, because he turned to look at her. Her hand cracked across his face, a slap that rocked him back on his heels. He put his hand to his cheek, more in surprise than pain. "What the hell was that for?" "The other ten percent," she said, #Quote by Cassandra Clare

#25. As long as the firmament of the You is spread over me, the tempests of causality cower at my heels, and the whirl of doom congeals.
The human being to whom I say You I do not experience. But i stand in relation to him, in the sacred basic word. Only when I step out of this do I experience him again. Experience is remoteness from You. #Quote by Martin Buber

#26. The thing to remember about fathers is, they're men. A girl has to keep it in mind: They are dragon seekers, bent on improbable rescues. Scratch any father, you find someone chock - full of qualms and romantic terrors, believing change is a threat - like your first shoes with heels on, like your first bicycle I took such months to get. #Quote by Phyllis McGinley

#27. I am not the type of person who believes everything she reads, but I like to look at photos and see what people are wearing. #Quote by Jessica Simpson

#28. In all that enormous excitement of fighting spirit, only Oskan noticed that the terrible warlike figure of Redrought Strong-in-the-Arm Lindenshield, Bear of the North, Drinker of Blood was still wearing his fluffy slippers and that Primplepuss the kitten was peeping out of his shirt collar to see what all the noise was about. #Quote by Stuart Hill

#29. Harry Potter has to go into the lake and find his Wheezy - "
"Find my what?"
" - and take his Wheezy back from the merpeople!"
"What's a Wheezy?"
"Your Wheezy, sir, your Wheezy - Wheezy who is giving Dobby his jumper!"
Bobby plucked at the shrunken maroon sweater he was now wearing over his shorts.
"What?" Harry gasped. "They've got... they've got Ron?"
"The thing Harry Potter will miss the most, sir!" squeaked Dobby. #Quote by J.K. Rowling

#30. Meeting Justin Bieber was interesting. We were backstage at The Voice, and he was there premiering his "Boyfriend" music video. I was in six-inch heels, so I was towering over him like a giant. #Quote by Erin Willett

#31. And so I continue in borderline poverty, save for my one indulgence, no, my single absolute necessity: I take cabs. Yes, on occasion, when I wish to see what people with unpleasant skin conditions are wearing, I do take the subway. I have never, I am proud to say, taken the bus, because people who take the bus have given up. #Quote by Paul Rudnick

#32. If a night-moth were to concentrate its will on flying to a star or some equally unattainable object, it wouldn't succeed. Only, it wouldn't even try in the first place. A moth confines its search to what has sense and value for it, what it needs, what is indispensable to its life ... if I imagined that I wanted under all circumstances to get to the North Pole, then to achieve it I would have to desire it strongly enough that my whole being was ruled by it. But if I were to decide to will that the pastor should stop wearing his glasses, it would be useless. That would be making a game of it. #Quote by Hermann Hesse

#33. Of course, I don't remember any of this time. It is absolutely impossible to identify with the infant my parents photographed, indeed so impossible that it seems wrong to use the word "me" to describe what is lying on the changing table, for example, with unusually red skin, arms and legs spread, and a face distorted into a scream, the cause of which no one can remember, or on a sheepskin rug on the floor, wearing white pajamas, still red-faced, with large, dark eyes squinting slightly. Is this creature the same person as the one sitting here in Malmö writing? And will the forty-year-old creature who is sitting in Malmö writing this one overcast September day in a room filled with the drone of the traffic outside and the autumn wind howling through the old-fashioned ventilation system be the same as the gray, hunched geriatric who in forty years from now might be sitting dribbling and trembling in an old people's home somewhere in the Swedish woods? Not to mention the corpse that at some point will be laid out on a bench in a morgue? Still known as Karl Ove. And isn't it actually unbelievable that one simple name encompasses all of this? The fetus in the belly, the infant on the changing table, the forty-year-old in front of the computer, the old man in the chair, the corpse on the bench? Wouldn't it be more natural to operate with several names since their identities and self-perceptions are so very different? Such that the fetus might be called Jens Ove, for example, and th #Quote by Karl Ove Knausgaard

#34. Quickly look down, now you tell me, when you were little did you ever imagine that you'd be wearing those shoes? Mind blowing isn't it? #Quote by Neil Leckman

#35. The great challenge working on this show for me is wearing polyester all day long and having the worst haircut known to man at the top of my head and sitting under fluorescent lights. That is America, people. Polyester, bad haircuts, under fluorescent lights. #Quote by Rainn Wilson

#36. Imagine a morning in late November. A coming of winter morning more than twenty years ago. Consider the kitchen of a spreading old house in a country town. A great black stove is its main feature; but there is also a big round table and a fireplace with two rocking chairs placed in front of it. Just today the fireplace commenced its seasonal roar. A woman with shorn white hair is standing at the kitchen window. She is wearing tennis shoes and a shapeless gray sweater over a summery calico dress. She is small and sprightly, like a bantam hen; but, due to a long youthful illness, her shoulders are pitifully hunched. Her face is remarkable - not unlike Lincoln's, craggy like that, and tinted by sun and wind; but it is delicate, too, finely boned, and her eyes are sherry-colored and timid. "Oh my," she exclaims, her breath smoking the windowpane, "it's fruitcake weather! #Quote by Truman Capote

#37. She found Mark curled up at the foot of her bed, reading a copy of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. He was wearing a pair of cotton pajamas that Emma had bought for three dollars from a vendor on the side of the PCH. He was partial to them as being oddly close in their loose, light material to the sort of trousers he'd worn in Faerie. If it bothered him that they also had a pattern of green shamrocks embroided with the words GET LUCKY on them, he didn't show it. #Quote by Cassandra Clare

#38. Nekhbet shrieked in alarm. I turned to see what was going on. Immediately, I wished I could burn my eyes out of my head.

Liz made a gagging sound. "Lord, no! That's wrong!"

"Agh!" Emma shouted, in perfect baboon-speak. "Make him stop!"

Bes had indeed put on his ugly outfit.He climbed onto the roof of the limo and stood there, legs planted, arms akimbo, like Superman- except with only the underwear. For those faint of heart I wont go into detail, but Bes, all of a meter tall, was showing off his disgusting physique- his potbelly, hairy limbs, awful feet, gross flabby bits- and wearing only a blue Speedo. Imagine the worst looking person you've ever seen on a public beach- the person for whom swimwear should be illegal. Bes looked worse than that.

I wasn't sure what to say except: "Put some clothes on!"

Bes laughed= the sort of guffaw that says Ha-ha! I'm amazing!
"Not until they leave," he said. "Or I'll be forced to scare them back to the Duat."

"This is not your affair, dwarf god!" Nekhbet snarled, averting her eyes from his horribleness. "Go away!"

"These children are under my protection," Bes insisted

"I don't know you," I said. "I never met you before today."

"Nonsense. You expressly asked for my protection."

"I didn't ask for the Speedo Patrol!"

Bes leaped off the limo and landed in front of my circle placing himself between Babi and me. The dwa #Quote by Rick Riordan

#39. I was never hurt by what anybody said about my clothes, because I dress to please myself. If somebody doesn't like what I'm wearing, it's their problem, not mine #Quote by Iris Apfel

#40. Women wear heels because they think they make their legs look thinner. #Quote by Caitlin Moran

#41. One of us will just have to stay at the cottage to keep an eye on her.' [ ... ]
Let's see if Widow Hazel wouldn't take her in during the day, maybe teach her something useful -'
No, remember when she learned how to knit? Now we're stuck wearing these dreadful hats.'
Not so loud! She'll hear you.'
In a lower voice one of the dwarfs said, 'H.A.T.S.'
Apparently Snow White didn't know how to knit or to spell. #Quote by Janette Rallison

#42. Alarm clocks were invented by fork-tongued devils disguised as gremlins wearing snake masks. #Quote by Amy Kathleen Ryan

#43. Women take clothing much more seriously than men. I've never seen a man walk into a party and say Oh, my God, I'm so embarrassed; get me out of here. There's another man wearing a black tuxedo. #Quote by Rita Rudner

#44. If the height of the heel is the same as the length of your foot, it starts to look wrong. And if the heel is positioned badly on the sole, you get into ballerina territory, where the body is pushed into a very strange posture. You can exaggerate the arch only so much. #Quote by Christian Louboutin

#45. He palms my ass before his fingers explore, tracing the upper elastic of my underwear. "Georgiana. Are you wearing impractical undergarments?"
"Yes. One might even call them . . . ridiculous."
He pulls back, eyes gleaming. "I'll be the judge of that. #Quote by Lauren Layne

#46. Robert's going had some way taken the brightness, the color, the meaning out of everything. The conditions of her life were in no way changed, but her whole existence was dulled, like a faded garment which seems to be no longer worth wearing. #Quote by Kate Chopin

#47. I told you what I wanted from you. If you're refusing, fine. I'll pull out and finish on my own. But you'll be wearing cum on your dress for the rest of the day. Either way those men are going to know you were in here being the dirty little slut that you are. Your choice. Do you understand? #Quote by Laurelin Paige

#48. So, how old were you when you discovered St. Patrick?" I teased.
"Twelve! He was bloody twelve!" Tiffa bellowed from the backseat, making everyone laugh. "When Darcy was born, he was wearing a tiny little bow tie and braces."
"Braces?" I giggled.
"Suspenders," Wilson supplied dryly.
"He has always been an absolute geek," Tiffa chortled. "That, my dear Blue, is why he's brilliant. And wonderful."
"Don't try to be nice to me now, Tiff," Wilson smiled, catching her gaze in his rear view mirror.
"All right. I won't. Did you know he was going to be a doctor, Blue?"
"Tiffa!" Wilson moaned. #Quote by Amy Harmon

#49. The only thing that can possibly keep you from going after your dreams is the person standing in your shoes, wearing your clothes, and thinking your negative thoughts. #Quote by Les Brown

#50. I can be naked as long as I'm wearing the right pair of shoes. #Quote by Anna Dello Russo

#51. She was wearing a tank-top with torn-off sleeves. It gave an awfully generous view of her breasts for a girl worried about meeting Ted Bundy in a Ryder van. #Quote by Stephen King

#52. What Jessica said - hair much shorter, wearing a darker mouth of different outline, harder lipstick, her typewriter banking in a phalanx of letters between them - was: "We're going to be married. We're trying very hard to have a baby."
All at once there is nothing but his asshole between Gravity and Roger. "I don't care. Have his baby. I'll love you both - just come with me Jess, please ... I need you ... "
She flips a red lever on her intercom. Far away a buzzer goes off. "Security." Her voice is perfectly hard, the word still clap-echoing in the air as in through the screen door of the Quonset office wth a smell of tide flats come the coppers, looking grim. Security. Her magic word, her spell against demons. #Quote by Thomas Pynchon

#53. And a trashy romance novel. I don't care which one, but the less the guy on the cover is wearing, the better. Tattoos are a plus. Leather is another plus. And if there's an indication that he's a shifter, buy the whole series. #Quote by Kristen Ashley