Since form is emptiness and emptiness is form, then instead of a hand grasping at nothing, it is better to grasp at someone's nose because this is closer to reality.
I'm proud of myself. I could break and go get all this plastic surgery and get my nose fixed and get lipo or do whatever, but I haven't chosen to do that because I know I'm a great person. I'm pretty damn hot, if you ask me.
About 20 percent of the genetic information in your nose doesn't match anything that we've ever seen before.
If I knew what was going to happen in ten years I would do it now. I just follow my nose.
I go out there and get my eyes gouged, my nose busted, my body slammed. I love the pain of the game.
There's no symmetry in nature. One eye is never exactly the same as the other. There's always a difference. We all have a more or less crooked nose and an irregular mouth.
I thought he'd pick me, I know he has kids, but when it came down to it, I really thought he'd pick me. " Tears rolled down her face and her nose ran. She sniffed. "I know I'm selfish" "You're human" "I wanted him to abandon his children
I question the political judgement of those who would have the nerve to paint Christ white with his obvious African nose, lips and wooly hair.
It is of first-rate importance to notice from the start that stupidity is not the same thing, or the same sort of thing, as ignorance. There is no incompatibility between being well-informed and being silly, and a person who has a good nose for arguments or jokes may have a bad head for facts.
I'm on probation, so I can't even pick my nose the right way.
I've always had a way with the little people, making it a point to humor them without looking down my nose at their wasted empty lives.
I'm not a good-looking guy. I don't care if my nose gets mashed.
First draft: let it run. Turn all the knobs up to 11. Second draft: hell. Cut it down and cut it into shape. Third draft: comb its nose and blow its hair. I usually find that most of the book will have handed itself to me on that first draft.
While he has not, in my hearing, spoken the English language, he makes it perfectly plain that he understands it. And he uses his ears, tail, eyebrows, various rumbles and grunts, the slant of his great cold nose or a succession of heartrending sighs to get his meaning across.
I know every book of mine by its smell, and I have but to put my nose between the pages to be reminded of all sorts of things.
I've done coke 'til my nose was bleeding like the fourth week of Lilith Fair.
Keep your nose to the grindstone. It sharpens your boogers.
Sometimes you just have to hold your nose and jump into something.
For unknown foods, the nose acts always as a sentinal and cries. 'Who goes there?'
I don't get a fair whack, I don't pursue vendettas or punch people on the nose.