Try walking in my shoes for a day.
"You might want … shoes," Cora said awkwardly.
She removed his shoes and covered him with a blanket.
He sat up in bed, waiting for her to come in and show him the shoes she inevitably bought.
She kicked off her shoes and stretched out on the couch, lacing fingers behind her head.
Opening her door quietly she carried her shoes to the kitchen before putting them on.
She sat to pull on shoes and saw the scars around her wrists, evidence of her fight against the bindings Jilian used to strap her onto the table.
"Thank you!" cried the Wizard, joyfully, and at once rubbed a leaf upon the soles of Dorothy's shoes and then upon his own.
His hair was a tad past barbering time and he wore polished black shoes and black socks, inconsistent with the rest of his attire.
Dean, his hair still soaking wet, wearing an open-neck polo shirt while carrying his shoes, felt like the village idiot.
Buying the shoes could be innocent enough.
Slipping into a pair of tennis shoes, she headed for the kitchen.
"Don't forget shoes," Cora yelled as Deidre disappeared down the hallway.
Well, if I was in your shoes, I'd see my doctor about some form of birth control.
Tying comfortable shoes, she drew a deep breath.
Sarah collected shoes as if they were her life's blood.
Elisabeth was putting her shoes on as he entered.
Fred unwrapped the paper, tossed it aside, and thrust his hand into the toes of the shoes, but came up empty.
She hung the last garment and changed into jeans and tennis shoes before leaving the house.
"Howie needs help putting his shoes on the right feet," Quinn grumbled.
I invited him to pitch shoes with me but he wouldn't have any of it.
After eleven pairs of shoes, two stray dogs who gave up on me, and a girl friend who skipped off with a coal truck driver in West Virginia, here I am.
The attorney quickly recovered and half slid, half ran down the slope next to his Jeep where they were standing, covering his shiny black shoes with dust in the process and nearly falling on the seat of his creased shorts.
I wouldn't tell that ninny if his shoes were on fire and he was standing at a leaky gas pump.
I need more shoes and I can't call a portal.
"Gabriel said no more shoes," Cora said.
Wynn removed his shoes and sat nearby, uneasy but unwilling to show it.
He wore no shoes and sat with his arms draped over his knees.
He was dressed in worn clothing and shoes and flattened his palms against the window, as if he'd never been on a train before.
As she bent to tie her shoes, a gory vision made her stagger.
Most were either boots of various kinds or running shoes, but there were a few more stylish pairs.
She flipped on her computer and tossed her shoes next to the couch.
She held the shoes next to her feet.
She wore an ivory A-line dress with shoes to match.
She unzipped the portfolio and pulled out a large canvas that had hundreds of shoes painted in oil; every style and color imaginable.
Sarah's shoes wouldn't even fit in his place, and there is no point in them buying something else.
She climbed into the truck to find shoes everywhere.
Kicking off her shoes, she rolled up her pants legs and settled in for a good time.
She unrolled her pants legs and slipped into her shoes, giving him a chagrined smile.
Kris pursed his lips, wanting to release the curses coiled on his tongue. He looked her over. She'd at least worn sturdy shoes, long pants and shirt. She was in decent shape, slender and toned from Pilates and the gym.
He retraced his steps a few paces to assure he was on the soft dry sand above the high-tide line, carefully placed his towel down, sat on it and removed his shoes and socks.
Her shoes were crunched down in the back and no one had ever seen her in stockings.
So where are the bike shoes now?
"In his new bike shoes," Dean added.
But he doesn't really need bike shoes unless he plans to bike a long distance.
He's barefoot after he leaves his shoes on the beach and needs some kind of footwear so he might as well get bike shoes; after all, he's biking.
"Is that the same girl-boy book that talks about patent leather shoes?" he asked.
But it was only a pair of shoes, fastidiously wrapped in newspaper to prevent them from soiling the fabric.
"I remember those shoes," said the little man, nodding.
He was hardly halfway across the stony field when one of the horse's shoes flew off.
For in that country, people never wear shoes in the house, but take them off at the door.
It is the man who rose to go out, and two young princes contended for the honor of giving him his shoes but at last agreed that each should offer him one.
I had no shoes for my feet, no coat for my back.
When the salesperson rings up your purchase, no one tells him he had better forget what shoes he sold you with that suit and not to use that information to advise any future clients.
Calculating the actual, societal costs of fatty foods, alcohol, cars, pet ownership, mercury thermometers, air conditioning, solar panels, razor blades, jogging shoes, and ten thousand other things, and incorporating those costs in the prices as taxes would lead to a vastly more efficient allocation of resources.
When computers are in your clothes, medicine, eyeglasses, wallet, tires, walls, makeup, jewelry, cookware, tennis shoes, binoculars, and everything else you own, those things will do more than you can imagine—the stuff of science fiction.
They like their iPods, their laptops, their cars, their tennis shoes, and so on.
Old shoes will serve a hero longer than they have served his valet--if a hero ever has a valet--bare feet are older than shoes, and he can make them do.
I could always tell if visitors had called in my absence, either by the bended twigs or grass, or the print of their shoes, and generally of what sex or age or quality they were by some slight trace left, as a flower dropped, or a bunch of grass plucked and thrown away, even as far off as the railroad, half a mile distant, or by the lingering odor of a cigar or pipe.
It probably had never seen a man before; and it soon became quite familiar, and would run over my shoes and up my clothes.
He was dressed in a dark-green dress coat, knee breeches of the color of cuisse de nymphe effrayee, as he called it, shoes, and silk stockings.
"Princess Drubetskaya to see Prince Vasili Sergeevich," he called to a footman dressed in knee breeches, shoes, and a swallow-tail coat, who ran downstairs and looked over from the halfway landing.
The mother smoothed the folds of her dyed silk dress before a large Venetian mirror in the wall, and in her trodden-down shoes briskly ascended the carpeted stairs.
Powdered footmen, in livery with buckled shoes and smart stockings, stood at every door anxiously noting visitors' every movement in order to offer their services.
When it came to Natasha's turn to choose a partner, she rose and, tripping rapidly across in her little shoes trimmed with bows, ran timidly to the corner where Denisov sat.
When her hair was done, Natasha, in her short petticoat from under which her dancing shoes showed, and in her mother's dressing jacket, ran up to Sonya, scrutinized her, and then ran to her mother.
Prince Andrew, in the white uniform of a cavalry colonel, wearing stockings and dancing shoes, stood looking animated and bright in the front row of the circle not far from the Rostovs.
Her little feet in their white satin dancing shoes did their work swiftly, lightly, and independently of herself, while her face beamed with ecstatic happiness.
Things are nice as it is, she said to herself, and she began walking up and down the room, not stepping simply on the resounding parquet but treading with each step from the heel to the toe (she had on a new and favorite pair of shoes) and listening to the regular tap of the heel and creak of the toe as gladly as she had to the sounds of her own voice.
Under guise of a present for the pilgrims, Princess Mary prepared a pilgrim's complete costume for herself: a coarse smock, bast shoes, a rough coat, and a black kerchief.
They looked at him and at his shoes mistrustfully, as at an alien.
Denisov, the esaul, and Petya rode silently, following the peasant in the knitted cap who, stepping lightly with outturned toes and moving noiselessly in his bast shoes over the roots and wet leaves, silently led them to the edge of the forest.
Among the trees a man with long legs and long, swinging arms, wearing a short jacket, bast shoes, and a Kazan hat, was approaching with long, light steps.
The magic crept up through her shoes and into her legs, warming her body as it went.
He's the best in my sphere of command, though Han's shoes are hard to fill.
She hurried from the room without her shoes and tucked in the alien clothing: soft, silky tunic into soft, silky pants that adjusted in size to fit her form.
Jackson often joked that the day would come when she would spend more on a pair of shoes than he did on a car.
Tables with designer shoes on them stood beside the truck.
Jake was led forward by his attorney, a newcomer, a dapper little man resplendent in vest, patent leather shoes and a gold watch chain, all topped off by a condescending smile that seemed to say, "Look out, rubes, I'm going to spring this poor victim before you finish administrating the oath."
Polished shoes, with the socks still in them and a shirt, recovered from the beach, rested on a chair.
Everything about him was perfect, from the glass polish of his black shoes to the knife-like crease in his thousand-dollar suit.
Sure not to Kansas—bike shoes or not.
The two boys ran for the teacher's shoes, and each claimed the honor of carrying them to him.
But if my jacket and trousers, my hat and shoes, are fit to worship God in, they will do; will they not?
He had just entered, wearing an embroidered court uniform, knee breeches, and shoes, and had stars on his breast and a serene expression on his flat face.
He was wearing a blue swallow-tail coat, shoes and stockings, and was perfumed and his hair pomaded.
The driver in his bast shoes ran panting up to it, placed a stone under one of its tireless hind wheels, and began arranging the breech-band on his little horse.
Pierre, girt with a rope round his waist and wearing shoes Karataev had made for him from some leather a French soldier had torn off a tea chest and brought to have his boots mended with, went up to the sick man and squatted down beside him.
She removed his Tux and shoes, rolling him around the bed in the process.
He bent down and retrieved her shoes, handing them to her.
She slipped her shoes on.
His shoes were covered with mud; he had torn his coat on the thorny tree.
Noiselessly, skillfully stepping with his little feet in low shoes, Iogel flew first across the hall with Natasha, who, though shy, went on carefully executing her steps.
Visions of her sister.s death fresh in her mind, she changed into warm clothes and her running shoes, tucked the perfume bottle into a pocket, then sat on the edge of the bed.
She slipped into her shoes, still smarting from his reproach.
She stared at her shoes, remembering their first kiss by the creek.