This is a fairy tale with teeth and claws.
I thought you two might be up against it. Benedict Lightwood’s parties have a reputation for danger. When I heard you were here—” “We’re well equipped to handle danger,” Tessa said. Magnus eyed her bosom openly. “I can see that,” he said. "Armed to the teeth, as it were.
Whistle through your teeth and spit cuz, it's Alright
Nature shaped the claw to trap, and the tooth to kill, but the thorn. . . the thorn's only purpose is to hurt.
A new artist today has to get their teeth fixed, has to tighten their jeans up, and they have to get 'em the right kind of hat, and if anything's wrong with their nose, if it's a little crooked, it's got to be straightened up.
There is a remedy for everything but death; who, in spite of our teeth, will take us in his clutches.
Juliet and Romeo be damned, you can't be in love until you've flossed your teeth next to the person at least three hundred times.
Actually what's worse than a dog's mouth is a cat's mouth. They're not dirtier per se, but they have sharper teeth, so they are much more likely to go deep, should they bite you.
The first thing I do in the morning is brush my teeth and sharpen my tongue.
I just made up my mind that I was going to lose my teeth and have my face cut to pieces.
If you grit your teeth and show real determination, you'll always have a chance.
I'm glad acting sunk its teeth into me, because now I can't imagine doing anything else.
Follow not truth too near the heels, lest it dash out thy teeth.
One of the very few things that I do every single day is put on fragrance. If I'm not wearing makeup. . . I still put my fragrance on. I will brush my teeth and put on my perfume.
Teeth are always in style.
Whenever I see people with their collars up, I'm tempted to point it out to them like you would for someone who has a food stain on their shirt or food in their teeth, as if to say, 'Your fashion sense is so offensive I'm assuming it's some sort of accident you'll want to fix.
I am a mess. Like that MargieMocha, I am spilled across a floor, but there's nobody to mop me up. I have only one thing to show for the day: Perry Delloplane. The sound of a name. It is a grape in my mouth. I roll it over and over on my tongue--perrydelloplaneperrydelloplaneperrydelloplaneperrydelloplane--but when I try to crush it with my teeth, it slips away.
And if you look at pictures of Eleanor between 1918 and 1921, she becomes anorexic. She really loses a tremendous amount of weight. That's when her teeth really go bad. It's a terrible, terrible time for her. And she has five children, ranging in age from three to 10. It's an emotionally terrible ordeal.
I still gasp at the revealing lingo for weapons: erector launchers, thrust ratios; my teeth grind reflexively when Dubya sputters Eye-Rack and Eye-Ran have 'nookyular capabacity.
Twitter is a kind of verbalization of people yelling at their television sets or gnashing their teeth at the newspaper.