And at five o'clock in the morning we left to drive to Old Tucson, and I sat with my mouth open in the van. I was stunned by the beauty of that country.
I'm a very open person. I know I open my mouth way too much, but I just do that.
She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on a valentine.
I pray that God would open the mouth in me and the heart in you and that he would be the teacher in the midst of us who may in us speak and hear.
You never open your mouth until you know what the shot is.
My personal style is really different from 'Lemonade Mouth. '
Greetings, conversationalists across the fruited plain, this is Rush Limbaugh, the most dangerous man in America, with the largest hypothalamus in North America, serving humanity simply by opening my mouth, destined for my own wing in the Museum of Broadcasting, executing everything I do flawlessly with zero mistakes, doing this show with half my brain tied behind my back just to make it fair because I have talent on loan from. . . God. Rush Limbaugh. A man. A legend. A way of life.
i felt her absence. it was like waking up one day with no teeth in your mouth. you wouldn't need to run to the mirror to know they were gone
As soon as you lay down, that's when the most bizarre things start coming out of her mouth. 'Goodnight, baby. ' 'Do you think we were together in a past life?' 'Yeah, and I died of sleep deprivation. Go to bed. ' 'Don't you feel like we're soul. . . '
Take your tongue out of my mouth, I'm kissing you good-bye.
Im sick of the foodies who need every morsel that goes into their mouth to be a Picasso painting, a Giacometti sculpture, a Proust novel, evoking the world with each crumb.
I've never found an interesting person with a foul mouth.
What once was cuddled must learn to kiss, The cold worm's mouth. That's all the mystery.
A child of three cannot raise its chubby fist to its mouth to remove a piece of carpet which it is through eating, without being made the subject of a psychological seminar of child-welfare experts, and written up, along with five hundred other children of three who have put their hands to their mouths for the same reason.
Childhood is cannibals and psychotics vomiting in your mouth!
Oh, I constantly say things that I regret. I mortify myself constantly. But that's just part of the deal. I'm not really sure what's going to come out of my mouth.
My rejection at the Salon brought an end to my hesitation [to settle in Paris] since after this failure I can no longer claim to cope. . . alas, that fatal rejection has virtually taken the bread out of my mouth.
Juke glanced into her cup before tipping it down to her mouth. "Screw you!" "Now come on, sugar, you know I don't swing that way. " "Whatever!
Riley was quiet for a minute. She gathered her blanket all around her. "Paul always loved you, Alice. He knows I know that. I know he loves me, too. But it's different. " Alice opened her mouth, but nothing came out at first. "He loved me once. But I think that part is over," she said slowly. "No, it's not. It hasn't even begun. " Riley took Alice's bare foot in her hand and squeezed it. "I told him, though, that he better be good to you. When you came along, I said I'd share you, but I told him to remember that you're my sister. I loved you first. "
If you're serious about singing or acting, which are two art forms that get repetitive, the way to keep the music fresh is to recognize that it is totally impossible for it to ever be the same, night after night. You open your mouth and you'd like a certain sound to come out of it, but it doesn't always come out exactly like you thought it was going to come out!