To hell with Trish's nose!
Any defeat, however trivial, may be fatal to a savior of the plain people. They never admire a messiah with a bloody nose.
Since I was a little child, my nose - I think it's too big.
I see my large nose, like half an avocado. I broke it falling downstairs when I was six, and it now resembles a large blob of play-dough.
. . . the nose is generally the organ in which stupidity is most readily displayed.
I was taking a nose dive somewhere between eleven and twelve because my sister had died and I was practicing something that siblings do which is follow in their footsteps and die as well.
I think the Romans must have aggravated one another very much, with their noses. Perhaps, they became the restless people they were, in consequence.
You transition as a mother from literally just pulling a booger out of that person's nose whenever you see one until at some point they assert: "No, I'm a person. You can't fix my underpants on the subway. "
Of course I got lipstick all over my lil' nose in about 5 seconds, nothing's changed.
Now I know how Joan of Arc felt, As the flames rose to her Roman nose And her Walkman started to melt.
I am a big Bewitched fan. . . something about the way Elizabeth Montgomery twitched her nose.
Your talk of sniffling riders with invisible noses has unsettled me.
I swear my car won't run unless I'm picking my nose: At least, I'm that superstitious about it, so I don't want to take any chances.
In the library I discovered that you could learn by following your nose. And I learned that a book was as close to a living thing as you could get without being one.
Conservatives want to be your daddy, telling you what to do and what not to do. Liberals want to be your mommy, feeding you, tucking you in, and wiping your nose. Libertarians want to treat you as an adult.
If you make everything really on the nose so everyone knows exactly what you're talking about, it's often not as strong.
Always, always powder your T-zone and the lines going from your nose down around your mouth so you don't look like a bulldog. When those areas are shiny, it's awful. And gloss will keep your lips from appearing dehydrated.
The difference between Namath and me is that when you make the money he makes, they say you're ruggedly handsome. When you make the money I make, they say you have a big nose. (On resembling Joe Namath)
Instinct is the nose of the mind.
It takes little talent to see what lies under one's nose, a good deal to know in what direction to point that organ.