If by chance I seated myself to write, she very slyly, very tenderly, seeking protection and caresses, would softly take her place on my knee and follow the comings and goings of my pen - sometimes effacing, with an unintentional stroke of her paw, lines of whose tenor she disapproved.
[A cat] will lie the whole evening on your knee, purring and happy in your society.
I closed my eyes. “Are you okay?” “I’m tired. My knee is hurting again and I’m trying to teleport myself upstairs. ” “Um, Kate, you can’t do that. ” “I know. But I’m trying very hard. Let me know if I start fading?
Askin what happened to the feelin that her and me had, I pray so much about it, need some knee pads.
If you break your knee, you have therapy on your knee, and it's the same for your heart.
Picture you upon my knee, just tea for two and two for tea.
Teach me. Lord, my true condition; Bring me childlike to Thy knee; Stripped of every low ambition, Willing to be led by Thee.
The only reason I went to college was to play basketball. I injured my knee and couldn't play.
I screwed my knee up once because I fell off the stage.
On my left knee I have a long scar from an ACL operation. I've had both knees reconstructed.
I've decided to listen to my doctors and get the procedure I need on my knee. USA Basketball said I had to do what was best for me. They want me to be obviously as healthy as possible so I can continue to play this game at a high level.
I mean, the best thing for my knee, for anyone's knee, is to never play again and retire. But I'm not going to do that.
And I learned what is obvious to a child. That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered. But most of all, I learned that life is about sitting on benches next to ancient creeks with my hand on her knee and sometimes, on good days, for falling in love.
Wraith held up his hands. "Chill, Gramps. I don't want to sit on your knee or anything.
The only thing worse than a knee-jerk liberal is a knee- pad conservative.
Reason must sit at the knee of instinct and learn reverence for the miraculous instinctual capacity for creation.
I was just fighting dwarves then hit my knee really hard.
Being kissed on the back of the knee is a moth at the windowscreen.
I hit your thigh!” “Oh, please. A man doesn’t need that long to recover from a knee to the thigh.
The weather's cold. My club's bad. My knee hurts. I can't putt no more. I'm off my diet. My wife is nagging me. Other than that, everything's great.