The same words come from each mouth differently.
My mouth has a tendency to get me into trouble, but because I'm so small and I take on people who are lager than me. If someone punched me, I'd get my drummer beat them up.
A compliment would be the last thing out of my mouth to a man who was so pigheaded that he could be served at a luau.
All the fear has left me now, I'm not frightened anymore. It's my heart that pounds beneath my flesh, it's my mouth that pushes out this breath.
Close thine ear against him that shall open his mouth secretly against another. If thou receivest not his words, they fly back and wound the reporter. If thou dost receive them, they fly forward and wound the receiver.
Art thou angry with him whose armpits stink? Art thou angry with him whose mouth smells foul?
May the honey-sweet flute music that flows from Lord Mukunda's lotus mouth fill me with bliss.
I'm a sensationalist. I'm a big mouth. I get attention. In this world you have to - if you want a mass-market presentation, you have to get attention.
O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with passion would I shake the world.
Before the famine, which was in the 1840s, that was an emotional turning point. . . There are various documents showing how the Elizabethan English, in particular, were shocked by Irish displays of affection, by the way women acted toward strangers, walking up and putting their arms around them and kissing them right full on the mouth.
That deep, can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth sleep.
Blind mouths! That scarce themselves know how to hold A sheep-hook.
To be frank: the translations that often sound bad in the mouths of the actors, these have often been done by linguists.
Lord keep Your arm around my shoulder and Your hand over my mouth.
I want to tell you what it was really like to think death is imminent, but I can't. It's a taste in your mouth. And an emptiness.
Arrogance can be deadly. ” The corners of his mouth crept up. “But you didn’t hear me say that.
Divers philosophers hold that the lips is parcel of the mouth.
Jonathan Swift wrote that it is better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to open your mouth and remove all doubt. It is also better to repeat yourself and be thought a scold than to speak only once and never be heard.
May not be your peace in the mouth of the men; since no matter if they thing good or bad about you, you should not be a different man because of that.
Man disavows, and Deity disowns me: hell might afford my miseries a shelter; therefore hell keeps her ever-hungry mouths all bolted against me.