My self-confidence can be measured out in teaspoons mixed into my poetry, and it still always tastes funny in my mouth.
I glance at the exit across the room. I want out. The bird in my chest is crashing up against its cage. I can feel the heavy thump, thump, thump of its feverish body inside and I open my mouth, not to speak, but to let the bird out so I can breathe.
If you want to live in the fullness of God's anointing, fill your mouth with His Word.
Truth could never be wholly contained in words. All of us know it: At the same moment the mouth is speaking one thing, the heart is saying another.
It is a common saying, and in everybody's mouth, that life is but a sojourn.
A library is a place full of mouth-watering food for thought.
I think it's of huge importance to us as worship leaders. . . to ask ourselves these two questions: What were the words we put into our congregation's mouths, minds, and memories? And how well did our congregation sing? Our role is simply to be an accompaniment to them as they sing.
"This is Lakshmi Singh. " It's like a tadpole dying in muck. Take a drink. Wet your mouth.
I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth.
There are more quarrels smothered by just shutting your mouth, and holding it shut, than by all the wisdom in the world.
A mouth of no distinction but well practiced, before I entered my teens, in irony. For what is irony but the repository of hurt? And what is hurt but the repository of hope?
Never miss a chance to keep your mouth shut.
Love lies bleeding in the bed whereover Roses lean with smiling mouths or pleading: Earth lies laughing where the sun's dart clove her: Love lies bleeding.
I made some friends at Listerine and they taught me a little bit about oral care. That half of adults suffer from oral disease, that the number one chronic disease among children is oral disease, that we're only taking care of 25% of our mouths when brushing alone and there are more germs in your mouth than there are people on the planet.
The orator is the mouth (os) of a nation.
So we keep asking, over and over,Until a handful of earthStops our mouths -But is that an answer?
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
Otherwise, three little words would have leaked from his mouth. And undoubtedly doomed him in ways he couldn’t even guess at. Bad time. Bad place. For that kind of thing. Forever.
It is impossible for an Englishman to open his mouth without making some other Englishman hate or despise him.
I've done a lot of radio in my life so I am absolutely used of working with the voice. I have a very distinctive voice so it's always great for me because I open my mouth and everybody knows who it is.