I hope in these days we have heard the last of conformity and consistency. Let the words be gazetted and ridiculous henceforward. Instead of the gong for dinner, let us hear a whistle from the Spartan fife.
I drank some boiling water because I wanted to whistle.
He seems determined to make a trumpet sound like a tin whistle.
The sun will stand as your best man And whistle When you have found the courage To marry forgiveness When you have found the courage to marry Love.
I'm as clean as a whistle.
What did you say to Souness after the end of the final whistle?
My worst fears were confirmed as Thierry and I sat in the centre circle after the final whistle. His name was sung from the rooftops, while my contribution was recognised by a deafening silence. It was like I was the invisible man
No one can whistle a symphony.
You've got to believe you're going to win, and I believe we'll win the World Cup until the final whistle blows and we're knocked out.
People whistle me because I am good-looking, rich and a great footballer. They are jealous of me.
Dumb dog. I bought a dog whistle. He won't use it.
Everything he's done is clean as a whistle. He's never not only broken any law, he's never done anything wrong.
I'm sure Spurs will get another opportunity, hopefully before the final whistle.
When a dog runs at you, whistle for him.
It won't be long before we'll be deafened by the screeches of whistles being blown by whistle-blowers blowing the whistle on themselves.
If any of you on your journeys see her-shout to me, whistle. . . he sang, and it became a habit for audiences to shout and whistle in response to those lines. There was nowhere he could hide in such a song that had all of its doors and windows open, so that he could walk out of it artlessly, the antiphonal responses blending with him as if he were no longer on stage.
If long hitting is the thing that causes the spectators to whistle through their teeth in wonderment, why not play tournaments up and down an expansive stadium?
The only thing that I miss lately in all music is somebody that will put out a melody that you can whistle. It doesn't seem like there's anything happening like that.
I'm a failure as a woman. My men expect so much of me, because of the image they've made of me- and that I've made of myself- as a sex symbol. They expect bells to ring and whistles to whistle, but my anatomy is the same as any other woman's and I can't live up to it.
The restlessness and the longing, like the longing that is in the whistle of a faraway train. Except that the longing isn't really in the whistle—it is in you.