I always believe in being prepared, even when I'm dressed in white tie and tails.
It's an awful stretcher to believe that a peacock's tail was thus formed but. . . most people just don't get it - I must be a very bad explainer
How doth the little crocodile Improve his shining tail, And pour the waters of the Nile On every golden scale! How cheerfully he seems to grin, How neatly he spreads his claws, And welcomes little fishes in, With gently smiling jaws!
You know when you're milking a cow and you have all that foamy white milk in the bucket and you're just about through, when all of a sudden the cow switches her tail through a pile of manure and slaps it into that foamy white milk. That's Bill Fulbright.
Melancholy and utopia are heads and tails of the same coin.
You can't have a tin can tied to your tail and go through life pretending it isn't there.
The cow knows not what her tail is worth till she has lost it.
One way of ending the poem is to turn it back on itself, like a serpent with its tail in its mouth.
I got some media coverage for using the tail, the ear, the oink.
As I get older I perceive Life has its tail in its mouth.
This whole force is utterly demoralized by victory. There seems to be neither head nor tail.
Dogs are easy. If their tails are up and their eyes are soft, you're in.
The very serpents bite their tails; the bees forget to sting, For a language so celestial setteth up a wondering. And the touch of absent mindedness is more than any line, Since direction counts for nothing when the gods set up a sign.
I would rather be the head of a fly than the tail of a lion.
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.
Your fingernails are a joke, you've got no fangs, you can't see at night, your pink hides are ridiculous, your reflexes are nil, and you don't even have tails! Of course people aren't content!. . . Now if tigers weren't content, that would be something to wonder about.
Nobody ever kicked a dog wagging its tail
She's really gone, then. The little girl with the back of her shirt sticking out like a duck tail.
I found Spotted Tail's lodge. He invited me to enter.
The society that destroys its children is eating its own tail, committing suicide in the most perverse way.