In a discreet man's mouth, a public thing is private.
I have a big mouth, and over the years, as the eldest of five, I have had a tendency to speak when no one really cared.
Leaning back against Cam's chest, I tipped my head back and I reached up, cupping his cheek. I drew his mouth to mine and kissed him softly. "Thank you. " His lips curved up on one side. "For what?" "For waiting for me.
They were really getting quite fond of their strange pet and hoped that Aslan would allow them to keep it. The cleverer ones were quite sure by now that at least some of the noises which came out of his mouth had a meaning. They christened him Brandy because he made that noise so often.
You may lie with your mouth, but with the mouth you make as you do so you none the less tell the truth.
You switched the days," I said, dismayed. "You blew the tire. You. . . " I trailed off, probably because the next words out of my mouth were either going to be "You are enough to do this?" or "You're destined for a life of crime. " It was a toss-up either way.
To feed ten mouths, she had to call on Mr. Welfare.
I don't know what it is about the french language, it seems to be scared of coming out of the mouth so it comes out the nose instead.
Ensure your employees understand what your brand stands for so they can be your first line of word-of-mouth advertising.
Here you go, dear. "" The corners of Mrs. Colbert's mouth curled up. "You like meat, don't you?" Emily blinked. Was it her, or did that statement seem. . . loaded? She checked Issac for his reaction, but he was innocently selecting a roll from a wicker basket. "Uh, thanks. " Emily said, pulling the platter toward her. She did like meat. The kind you, um, eat.
When your mouth drops open, click the shutter.
Nutrition is not a mathematical equation in which two plus two is four. The food we put in our mouths doesn't control our nutrition-not entirely. What our bodies do with that food does.
Extremes meet', as the whiting said with its tail in its mouth.
She opened her mouth but did not immediately speak, and I felt, simultaneously, the impulse to coax the words from her and the impulse to suppress them. I always thought I wanted to know a secret, or I wanted an event to unfold – I wanted my life to start – but in those rare moments when it seemed like something might actually change, panic shot through me.
If I had power over the Jews, as our princes and cities have, I would deal severely with their lying mouth
I don't want to open my mouth or speak anymore, because everything I say becomes scandalous. It wears you out.
People say, like, "I love when you smile because part of your mouth goes up," then I never organically smile again.
Maybe if you spend your life pretending you're on a movie set, you don't ever have to admit that the walls are made out of paper and the food is plastic and the words in your mouth aren't really yours.
The problem with modern consumption and mass-produced products is they're designed to just literally be shoved into our mouths and rushed.
He who once burns his mouth on the hot soup, blows even the buttermilk.