Most people couple within their own height range- short couples are 8 percent apart, midsize couples are 8 percent apart. The exception is talls. Tall women, meanwhile, date men who are approximately the same size, 0 to 5 percent taller; extremely tall women go for men 0 to 2 percent taller. Tall men are kids in a candy store, dating whomever they want.
Toward the end of Carmel's life, the perception of super talls shifted dramatically, thanks largely to televised NBA games, By 1975, pretty much everyone had seen super tall people on TV, in the context of being celebrated in front of sold-out basketball arenas. This new frame of reference could not have been more positive. By 1995 Shaquille O'Neal was known as The Man of Steel, not the Traveling Human Giant. The idea of super tall people as freaks was replaced by the idea of super tall people as amazing athletes.
Raziel's sixty feet tall?' 'Actually, he's only fifty-nine feet tall, but he likes to exaggerate, ' said Magnus. Isabelle clicked her tongue in annoyance. 'Valentine raised an angel in his cellar. I don't see why you need all this space-' 'Because Valentine is just WAY MORE AWESOME than me,
I like the trail that the Internet created. For example, I was watching one of those Douglas Sirk movies, and I noticed that Rock Hudson towered over everyone, and I typed in "How tall was" and I saw "How tall was Jesus, " and I'm like, "Sure, " and half an hour later you're somewhere you didn't expect to be. It doesn't work that same way in books, does it? Even if you have an encyclopedia, the trail isn't that crazy. I like that aspect of it.
I like the trail that the Internet created. For example, I was watching one of those Douglas Sirk movies, and I noticed that Rock Hudson towered over everyone, and I typed in "How tall was" and I saw "How tall was Jesus," and I'm like, "Sure," and half an hour later you're somewhere you didn't expect to be. It doesn't work that same way in books, does it? Even if you have an encyclopedia, the trail isn't that crazy. I like that aspect of it.
I was told I was fat in the modeling world, and a director on a shoot told me I needed to lose weight. The J-Lo booty wasn't popular then, and I wanted to be the perfect Hollywood girl - tall, blonde and skinny. I couldn't do the 'tall' because I was 5'2, and I couldn't do the skinny, either.
WE STAND HERE LIKE WE'RE ALL ALONE AND THERE'S NO ONE ELSE OUT THERE. WE HAVE COME TO BELIEVE, WE ARE THE ONE LAND. SO SELFISH TO THINK WE ARE THE ONLY ONES. NO ONE KNOWS, WE ARE NOT GOD. WE ARE SCARED TO FIND THE TRUTH SO WE SHY AWAY, WE DISMISS THE THINGS THAT ARE DIFFERENT THAN OUR BELIEFS. I WANT TO BE FREE AND NOT JUDGED FOR WHAT I BELIEVE. I WANT TO STAND UP TALL, I WANT TO HELP WHO FALLS. I WANT TO HELP WHO FALLS, I WANT TO STAND UP TALL. THERE'S NO RIGHT IN FIGHTING OUR OWN. WE ARE SCARED TO FIND THE TRUTH SO WE SHY AWAY. WE DISMISS THE THINGS THAT ARE DIFFERENT THAN OUR BELIEFS. WE ARE TRYING TO BE SOMETHING WE ARE NOT. WE ARE NOT GOD. STOP JUDGING AND OPEN YOUR EYES, OUR SOULS HAVE THE SAME BEAUTY INSIDE... NO TWO MINDS WILL EVER THINK ALIKE. SO WHO'S WRONG IF WE DON'T KNOW WHO'S RIGHT? WE DON'T KNOW WHO'S RIGHT, BECAUSE WE ARE NOT GOD. WE DON'T KNOW WHO'S RIGHT, BUT WE FIGHT WITH FIRE INSIDE. I WANT TO BE FREE AND NOT JUDGED FOR WHAT I BELIEVE. I WANT TO STAND UP TALL, I WANT TO HELP WHO FALLS. I WANT TO HELP WHO FALLS, I WANT TO STAND UP TALL. THERE'S NO RIGHT IN FIGHTING YOUR OWN.
I The Breather
My dad will win, I silently countered, even as I smiled sweetly. I couldn't wait to spike the ball right through her block, no matter how tall she was. In health class we'd learned that if Barbie were human, she'd be six feet tall and weigh one hundred pounds, and Gisele seemed pretty close to those dimensions. By contrast, my doll representation would be more like Barbie's Fat Mexican-American Republican sidekick.
Some people's joints articulate in a manner that allows them to benefit greatly from squats; others may not benefit at all. If you're not too tall and have short limbs, it may be the best exercise for you, but if you're tall with long legs, it might be both ineffective and dangerous.I was stubbornly faithful to squats for years until I finally realized they were not well-suited for my body structure. After I switched tomore muscle-intensive movements, my gains in leg size were astounding.
So how do theists respond to arguments like this? [The Argument from Evil] They say there is a reason for evil, but it is a mystery. Well, let me tell you this: I'm actually one hundred feet tall even though I only appear to be six feet tall. You ask me for proof of this. I have a simple answer: it's a mystery. Just accept my word for it on faith. And that's just the logic theists use in their discussions of evil.
RIDE A WHITE SWAN" "Ride it on out like a bird in the skyway, Ride it on out like you were a bird, Fly it all out like an eagle in a sunbeam, Ride it all out like you were a bird. Wear a tall hat like the druid in the old days Wear a tall hat and a Tattooed gown Ride a white swan like the people of the Beltane, Wear your hair long, babe, you can't go wrong. Catch a bright star and place it on your forehead, Say a few spells and baby, there you go, Take a black cat and sit it on your shoulder, And in the morning you'll know all you know. Wear a tall hat like the druid in the old days Wear a tall hat and a Tattooed gown Ride a white swan like the people of the Beltane, Wear your hair long, babe , you can't go wrong. Da di di da, da di di da
Talking of the local Sheriff, Jake Valentine, tall and skinny and his wife Myra, "She was a short woman, maybe five feet tall in her socks, the top of her head not quite reaching Jake's chest. What she lacked in height she made up for in girth. Jeffrey guessed she was at least a hundred pounds overweight. Standing side by side, the Valentines looked like the living embodiment of the number ten.
A wife should always be few feet behind her husband. If he is an MA you should be a BA.If he is 5'4'tall you shouldn't be more than 5'3'tall. If he is earning five hundred rupees you should never earn more than four hundred and ninety nine rupees.That's the only rule to follow if you want a happy marriage...No partnership can ever be equal.It will always be unequal, but take care it is unequal in favor of the husband. If the scales tilt in your favor, God help you, both of you.
A wife should always be few feet behind her husband. If he is an MA you should be a BA.If he is 5'4'tall you shouldn't be more than 5'3'tall. If he is earning five hundred rupees you should never earn more than four hundred and ninety nine rupees.That's the only rule to follow if you want a happy marriage... No partnership can ever be equal.It will always be unequal, but take care it is unequal in favor of the husband. If the scales tilt in your favor, God help you, both of you.
Having grown up here, I always wonder what it would be like to see this city as a tourist. Is it ever a disappointment? I have to believe that New York always lives up to its reputation. The buildings really are that tall. The lights really are that bright. There's truly a story on every corner. But it still might be a shock. To realize you are just one story walking among millions. To not feel the bright lights even as they fill the air. To see the tall buildings and only feel a deep longing for the stars.
It felt like an eternity before he gingerly lifted himself from the table and staggered backwards. Glass shards protruded from chest to groin. The guy looked like a bloody porcupine. A cute, tall bloody porcupine. I'm tall too. Five foot ten. But he had at least four inches on me, even with my thick-heeled boots. 'What's your name?' he slurred. While visions of reckless homicide charges danced in my head, I contemplated using an alias. Finally, I said my real name, 'Sam.' 'Nice to meet you, Sammers. I'm Jake, ' he said.
Betsy Cook Speer
From the cab stepped a tall old man. Black raincoat and hat and a battered valise. He paid the driver, then turned and stood motionless, staring at the house. The cab pulled away and rounded the corner of Thirty-sixty Street. Kinderman quickly pulled out to follow. As he turned the corner, he noticed that the tall old man hadn't moved but was standing under the streetlight glow, in mist, like a melancholy traveler frozen in time.
William Peter Blatty
On two chairs beneath the bole of the tree and canopied by a living bough there sat, side by side, Celeborn and Galadriel. Very tall they were, and the Lady no less tall than the Lord; and they were grave and beautiful. They were clad wholly in white; and the hair of the Lady was of deep gold, and the hair of the Lord Celeborn was of silver long and bright; but no sign of age was upon them, unless it were in the depths of their eyes; for these were keen as lances in the starlight, and yet profound, the wells of deep memory.
J. R. R. Tolkien