Oh how our neighbour lifts his nose, To tell what every schoolboy knows.
Every election I have to hold my nose to vote.
There were days when he touched the tip of her nose and it was enough, a miracle of plenty.
The beloved of Allah are the perfume of Allah upon this world, but only the true, sincere believers have noses to smell them. They smell that beautiful perfume; they follow that smell. That perfume creates a yearning in their hearts for their Lord, and as a result the sincere believers increase their pace, efforts and devotions.
For my first wedding, I cried all the way down the aisle. My fake eyelash came off. My nose was red. My eyes were swollen. I'm not one of those pretty criers.
Your liberty to swing your arms ends where my nose begins.
Customers are ninjas now. They are stealthily evaluating you right under your nose.
When have you looked?" said Sophie. "Oh, how your rears flap and your long nose twitches", Howl croaked.
Plain as a nose in a man's face.
I said I fell down. Ah. The ground bloodied your nose, split yer lip, and punched ye in th' eye, all at once. I said I don't want to talk about it.
PERORATION, n. The explosion of an oratorical rocket. It dazzles, but to an observer having the wrong kind of nose its most conspicuous peculiarity is the smell of the several kinds of powder used in preparing it.
I am nervous that the craft of songwriting is taking a nose dive. . . And since I'm a songwriter and I connect with an interpretative, you know, interpretation of a song, I miss it. I just miss it.
When we are working at something, we come down from our high logical horse and sniff around with our nose to the ground. Then we obliterate our traces in order to become more God-like.
He jumped at the Giants face, clambered up his lip and nose, and began to dig in the Giant's eye.
I think the State shouldn't poke its nose into the sexual relations of consenting adults.
Getting into the Hall of Fame won't change me. I'm still going to pass gas and pick my nose like I always do.
I am not too keen on my nose, I don't like my knees, I hate my ankles, I am unsure about my behind, I don't like my legs at all. I am not too sure about my chin, my forehead is a bit dodgy. But, overall, I can live with it.
Are you seeing a psychiatrist?' as a conversation opener would nowadays earn you a punch in the nose, but for fifty years it was a compliment. It meant, 'One can plainly see you are sensitive, intense, and interesting, and therefore neurotic. ' Only the dullest of clods trudged around without a neurosis.
The purpose of philosophers is to show people what is right under their noses.
While I find that I can keep my nose out of other people's business, I do have a curiosity as to their non-business activities.