Then I began, as though I had never seen my shoes before, to study their expression, their mimelike movements when I moved my toes, their shape, and the worn-out leather they had; and I discovered that their wrinkles and their white seams gave them an expression, provided them with a face. Something of my own being had gone over into these shoes, they struck me as being a ghost of my "I," a breathing part of myself. . . . ― Knut Hamsun

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I felt the water rising enough to touch my Vans. She was worth ruing a pair of shoes over. ― Nyrae Dawn, What a Boy Wants

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What would your shoes say about the things you do everyday? ― Sherley Mondesir-Prescott, If Your Shoes Could Speak

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They are conversation-openers in the arcane femine language of Shoe. ― Claire Cross, Double Trouble

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It’s Friday night and the rain is coming and I’ll find myself at some bar making some woman smile, wondering if you’d hop on the next thing moving in this direction, run in the house, throw on your chucks and play with me in the rain. ― Darnell Lamont Walker, Book of She

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I did NOT have three thousand pairs of shoes, I had one thousand and sixty. ― Imelda Marcos

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Not every man has shoes, so reduce the number of shoes at your home till every man has at least one! ― Mehmet Murat ildan

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A pair of great heels was much more satisfying than a man. They lasted longer, and better yet, they didn’t leave me for someone prettier. ― Cindi Madsen, Cinderella Screwed Me Over

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In cooking you've got to have a what-the-hell attitude. - Julia Child

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The one bit of color on the woman’s body was the bright yellow of the stilettos peeking out from her sensible trousers. Fuck me shoes. Damn. Any woman who wore those shoes had a streak of the unexpected. He wondered what her underwear looked like. Something delicate and lovely? ― Lexi Blake, The Dom Who Loved Me

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