The public, as a whole, does not demand or appreciate the pure expression of beauty. Its cultured members expect to find in poetry, if anything, repose from material and nervous anxiety; an apt or chiselled phrase strokes the appetites and tickles the imagination. The more general public merely enjoys its platitudes and truisms jerked on to the understanding in line and rhyme; truth put into metre sounds overwhelmingly true.
Jazz tickles your muscles, symphonies stretch your soul.
Life is like a moustache. It can be wonderful or terrible. But it always tickles.
Every time I see you, I feel like I'm waiting for the other shoe to fall. I feel uncomfortable every time I see you, and every time we talk, my throat tickles.
We're all right, you know,' he says quietly. 'You and me. Okay?' My chest aches, and I nod. 'Nothing else is all right. ' His whisper tickles my cheek. 'But we are.
Nothing else is all right. ” His whisper tickles my cheek. “But we are.
Sometimes my mother goes through my socks and underwear. I wouldn't mind, but it tickles so much!
The night's chilly breath tickles up my neck and finds my ear, whispering secrets only the wind knows.
I have such memories; I keep thinking about all the people I worked with. I was in the recording studio and I was talking to one of the engineers who is 24 and they don't know these people. They just absolutely don't know the people and it just tickles me. I don't feel like I've grown up.
He is the best preacher, not that tickles the ear, but that breaks the heart.
