The flesh and bone leg is just beautiful. It's elegant. You know, when it's working, it's incredible. But if it's not working, well, you know, your life is certainly far from over.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The legs that I have made are far more perfect than the ones nature would have given me - my mother's side of the family have awful legs.
Beautiful? It's all a question of luck. I was born with good legs. As for the rest... beautiful, no. Amusing, yes.
Even the most beautiful legs - Marlene Dietrich's, for instance - look better when the kneecap is covered.
In judging of a beautiful statue, the aesthetic faculty is absolutely and completely gratified by the splendid curves of those marble lips that are dumb to our complaint, the noble modelling of those limbs that are powerless to help us.
If my leg falls off, I'll get a prosthetic. There'd be no deep sadness about. I'd just get on with it! It's called life, and I love life. You have to be positive, and you have to crack on no matter what.
I love my legs.
It is a little disappointing to see that your legs are not as strong. But I like the idea of growing old, and the thought of approaching death is not particularly daunting to me.
My favourite part... I guess it's my legs.
Darling, the legs aren't so beautiful, I just know what to do with them.
There's no difference if you're a supermodel or if you've lost both your legs. What are you doing that's beautiful or ugly on the inside?