"Doctor, my leg hurts. What can I do?" The doctor says, "Limp!"
I wrote a poem on my leg once, on the skin.
Civilization is the world with its leg asleep.
I have a scar on my left thigh, kind of almost near my knee. I essentially fell in the 2002 Olympics and when I hit the wall - because of the impact - my right leg kind of came in at like a knife-type angle and stabbed my leg with my own skate blade.
I told the doctor I broke my leg in two places. He told me to quit going to those places.
I almost had to have my leg amputated because of an infection.
I believe that Thomas Jefferson said: 'If it neither breaks my leg nor picks my pocket, what difference is it to me?'
The Constitution's Preamble, its renowned introductory passage, was written by a man with a peg-leg. Which, if you think about it, gives our Constitution hardly a leg to stand on.
Something brushed his leg, and he gazed down into the face of Pippi Tucker. The theme from Jaws raced through his head.
Fortunately, in the place where I went out, they had set up a little previously a fence which prevented me finally from smashing against trees. I went out with a broken leg only. A small price to be paid at the time for an accident of this kind.
I've played against Messi a lot of times, and I've already conceded goals through my legs with him.
I focus on each leg and not what the score is.
I must admit I suffered a bit when I first came to England. But then I realised that there was nothing to be intimidated by, everybody had two legs.
Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg, Which is as white and hairless as an egg.
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.
Try taking a stand on just one leg. You need to see both sides.
Was on my last leg, I couldn't even borrow my friend's extra peg.
When I have a creative block, I take walks. I like to see what shapes stick out - so many legs rushing by at once, it can seem abstract. I don't need to see great art to get stirred up. Music does that for me more easily.
I have perfectly symmetrical ankles.
A dedication is a wooden leg.
If you would ask me at 15 years old if I would have traded prosthetics for flesh and bone legs, I wouldn't have hesitated for a second. I aspired to that kind of normalcy back then. But if you ask me today, I'm not so sure.
Soccer is my first love. I've been playing since I was 4 years old. I traveled the world doing it. I broke my leg when I was 16 or 17, and acting kind of filled the void.
