Pliny the Elder Quotes

I have huge hands and feet. I'm 5'6" and wear a size 10 shoe.

How long should a man's legs be? Long enough to touch the ground.

The length of a man's outspread arms is equal to his height.

I naturally have a really small waist.

I like to choose things that fit my body for sure; you learn to find the things that complement your shape.

The way to judge a good hand is that the fingers are the same size at the tip as where they come out of the hand itself.

I would say my best feature has to be my legs - they are 41.5 inches long!

My legs are long but my body is too short.

I wish I was a bit shorter, as I think shorter people have better walks. Freddie Fox, the actor, is shorter than me and has an amazing gait; and Tom Cruise has a brilliant run. I'm just gangly.

I'm a U.K. size 8, so not skinny.

I model as a human being.

I'm a quarter of an inch taller than Jonathan at 6-foot-4 1/2.

My arms are pretty long.

I'm just drawn to hands.

I think people are going to be surprised at how long my legs are compared to my torso, and my arms as well - I am a very lanky fellow.

I'm glad you came here and got the help you needed," Neil says, and he shakes my hand in that way that people do in here to remind themselves that you're the patient and they're the doctor/volunteer/ employee. They like you, and they genuinely want you to do better, but when they shake your hand you feel that distance, that slight disconnect because they know that you're still broken somewhere, that you might snap at any moment.

It is therefore indisputable that the limbs of architecture are derived from the limbs of man.

If the elbow had been placed closer to the hand, the forearm would have been too short to bring the glass to the mouth; and if it had been closer to the shoulder, the forearm would have been so long that it would have carried the glass beyond the mouth.

Place and the scale of space must be measured against our bodies and their capabilities.

and they shook hands, hit each other on the shoulder, then there was forty feet of distance between them and nothing to do but drive away in opposite directions. Within a mile Ennis felt like someone was pulling his guts out hand over hand a yard at a time. He stopped at the side of the road and, in the whirling new snow, tried to puke but nothing came up. He felt about as bad as he ever had and it took a long time for the feeling to wear off.

Women and people of low birth are very hard to deal with. If you are friendly to them, they get out of hand, and if you keep your distance, they resent it.

Sam came around the side of the car and stopped dead when he saw me. “Oh my God, what is THAT?” I used my thumb and middle finger to flick the multicolored pom-pom on top of my head. “In my language, we call it a HAT. It keeps my ears warm.” “Oh my God,” Sam said again, and closed the distance between us. He cupped my face in his hands and studied me. “It’s horribly cute.” He kissed me, looked at the hat, and then he kissed me again. I vowed never to lose the pom-pom hat.

...he enclosed pieces of string that he used to measure out his body--his head, thigh, forearm, finger, neck, everything. He wanted me to sleep with them under my pillow. He said that when he came back, we would remeasure his body against the string as proof that he hadn't changed.