I'm not a person who carries my emotions on my sleeve.
Even though it's an unpopular paradigm, wear your heart on your sleeve, and mean what you say. Believe in what you say, and there will be a time for that. Maybe that time hasn't come yet, but there will be a time for that.
The Frier preached against stealing, and had a goose in his sleeve.
I'm the type of guy that I wear my heart on my sleeve. If I'm in a good or bad mood, then everybody knows it.
For me, I never wore my religion on my sleeve, you know what I'm saying? I never put myself out there as Lupe Fiasco, he's Muslim, he's from Chicago, he likes to ride a skateboard.
She is laughing up her sleeve at you.
Every one hath a foole in his sleeve.
A ball had passed between my body and the right arm which supported him, cutting through the sleeve and passing through his chest from shoulder to shoulder. There was no more to be done for him and I left him to his rest. I have never mended that hole in my sleeve.
Jem knotted his fingers in the material of Will's sleeve. "You are my parabatai," he said, "You said once I could ask anything of you.
Man was made to lead with his chin; he is worth knowing only with his guard down, his head up and his heart rampant on his sleeve.
English coffee tastes like water that has been squeezed out of a wet sleeve.
John Terry wears his shirt on his sleeve
When I perform I'm very extroverted and I wear my heart on my sleeve and some people don't like that. They're embarrassed for me.
If there was any petting to be done. . . he chose to do it. Often he would sit looking at me, and then, moved by a delicate affection, come and pull at my coat and sleeve until he could touch my face with his nose, and then go away contented.
I wear my heart on my sleeve.
Death is the great gamer with a sleeve of tricks.
We never know what God has up His sleeve. You never know what might happen; you only know what you have to do now.
It's like those eerie stories nurses tell, Of how some actor on a stage played Death, With pasteboard crown, sham orb and tinselled dart, And called himself the monarch of the world; Then, going in the tire-room afterward, Because the play was done, to shift himself, Got touched upon the sleeve familiarly, The moment he had shut the closet door, By Death himself. Thus God might touch a Pope At unawares, ask what his baubles mean, And whose part he presumed to play just now. Best be yourself, imperial, plain and true!
History always has a few tricks up its frayed sleeve. It's been around a long time.
A mouse slid out from under his hat and scrambled down his sleeve, across his lap, and down to the floor. Nothing,' said Fenworth, 'should distract from a wizard's dignity.