Examples of using "Füßen" in a sentence and their english translations:
These shoes fit my feet.
- Are you pulling my leg?
- Are you playing with my feet?
Heaven is under their feet
He trampled on her feelings.
He had the audience at his feet.
Men grovel at her feet.
I have blisters on my feet.
Use your feet.
He's able to stand on his own feet.
My hands and feet are freezing.
The earth gave out under his feet.
I've got blisters all over my feet.
Tom had blisters all over his feet.
Don't tramp in the living room with muddy feet.
This carpet feels nice.
Suddenly the ground seemed to disappear from beneath my feet.
I feel the soft sand under my bare feet.
His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold.
they cover thousands of kilometers with their tiny feet
We cannot walk on the hot sand with bare feet.
- My feet get cold.
- My feet are freezing.
You should not trample on other people's rights.
He's old enough to stand on his own feet.
When will he be able to stand on his own feet?
On cushioned feet, even a six-ton male can go unnoticed.
The English finally began giving more ground.
- You are old enough to stand on your own feet.
- You're old enough to stand on your own feet.
It was as if the earth were to disappear from under his feet.
Tom, my feet are freezing. Please get me my slippers!
the ground is being torn from under our feet,
She has been on her own since the age of eighteen.
I felt something touch my feet.
Dry leaves rustled beneath his feet as he sneaked quietly up to the house.
Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.
A radical is a person who stands firmly with both feet in the air.
He who behaves like a worm can't complain of getting stepped on.
This carpet feels nice underfoot.
Inge was a sinful girl, who did not value the gifts of God, but trampled them under her feet.
You must kneel at my feet, kiss my hand and swear that I am an angel.
And he goes through the poem in a very complex metrical stanza, and he dies on his feet,
But, from head to foot she was scrupulously clean, and maintained a kind of dislocated tidiness.
I drank too much and the ground seemed to spin under my feet.
Tom didn't break his new shoes in enough before the marathon, and got bad blisters on his feet.
Even though it hadn't rained for several days, the ground was still quite wet underfoot.
His beard was as black as pitch, and so long that it reached from his chin down to his feet.
And whosoever shall not receive you, nor hear your words, when ye depart out of that house or city, shake off the dust of your feet.
He hastily shoved his legs into his pant legs and ran away barefoot.
Some men are born to good luck: all they do or try to do comes right—all that falls to them is so much gain—all their geese are swans—all their cards are trumps—toss them which way you will, they will always, like poor puss, alight upon their legs, and only move on so much the faster.
Since our mother died we have had no happiness; our step-mother beats us every day, and if we come near her she kicks us away with her foot. Our meals are the hard crusts of bread that are left over; and the little dog under the table is better off, for she often throws it a nice bit. May Heaven pity us. If our mother only knew!
There is no such thing, at this stage of the world’s history in America, as an independent press. You know it and I know it. There is not one of you who dare write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinions out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my papers, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press? We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes.