I came in on the tail end of the old school of Hollywood
Extremes meet', as the whiting said with its tail in its mouth.
Every time you get the world by the tail, she thought, you gotta remember there's teeth on the other end.
I've never worked with a tail, that I can remember. But there's so much I can't remember.
I always sit in the tail end of a plane, always. You never hear of an plane backing into a mountain.
Laughing, if loud, ends with a deep sigh; and all pleasures have a sting in the tail, though they carry beauty in the face.
I shall speak of how melancholy and utopia preclude one another. How they fertilize one another. . . of the revulsion that follows one insight and precedes the next. . . of superabundance and surfeit. Of stasis in progress. And of myself, for whom melancholy and utopia are heads and tails of the same coin.
Eternity is a circle, a serpent that swallows its own tail.
Breaking things is a specialty of everyone in Fairy Tail
Despatch is taking time by the ears; hurry is taking it by the end of the tail.
We shall some day catch an abstract truth by the tail, and then we shall have our religion and our immortality.
The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.
A pharaoh's profile, a Krishna's grace, tail like a question mark.
I wanted the moments of my life to follow and order themselves like those of a life remembered. You might as well try and catch time by the tail.
Dogs are easy. If their tails are up and their eyes are soft, you're in.
The sort of man who likes to spend his time watching a cage of monkeys chase one another, or a lion gnaw its tail, or a lizard catch flies, is precisely the sort of man whose mental weakness should be combated at the public expense, not fostered.
Nose-to-tail eating is not a bloodlust, testosterone-fueled offal hunt. It's common sense, and it's all good stuff.
Petruchio: Come, come, you wasp; i' faith, you are too angry. Katherine: If I be waspish, best beware my sting. Petruchio: My remedy is then, to pluck it out. Katherine: Ay, if the fool could find where it lies. Petruchio: Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail. Katherine: In his tongue. Petruchio: Whose tongue? Katherine: Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell. Petruchio: What, with my tongue in your tail? Nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman.
She's really gone, then. The little girl with the back of her shirt sticking out like a duck tail.
My influences are vast and varied. I was into classic rock at the same time that I was into hip-hop. It was just that hip-hop was the first music that I got really really into. Rock was right on its tail.