Beckham? His wife can't sing and his barber can't cut hair.
Don't call the alligator "big-mouth" till you have crossed the river.
Little thieves have iron chains; big thieves have gold ones.
What little Jack does not learn, big John will never.
Though the snake be small, it is still wise to hit it with a big stick.
Treat the small in the way you would want to be treated by the big.
Mr. Gweta looked ten years younger than Professor Khupe had expected. His jet-black hair was trimmed so neatly that it would make a manicured golf course look scruffy. His face was exceptionally smooth, giving the impression that he had been born wit...
What do you love more?” she teased. “My hair or my heart?” “Why give me only two choices? Don’t leave out your legs, your laugh, the way you bite your lip when you’re thinking, the feel of your breath on my face, the sound of your voice i...
There are so many charlatans in the world of education. They teach for a couple of years, come up with a few clever slogans, build their websites, and hit the lecture circuit. In this fast-food-society, simple solutions to complex problems are embrac...
I have a "Waiter, there's a hair in my soup" dance. It involves platform shoes, a mustache, and a hair net.
Like a battalion of marines at roll call, her neck hairs marshaled to five-alarm status. She stumbled back to her desk, jerked open the botton drawer, retrieved a pair of Nighthawk binoculars, fixed the scopes on him, and fiddled with the focus. Gotc...
It was at first almost as if he hadn't wanted to kiss her. His mouth was hard on hers, unyielding; then he put both arms around her and pulled her against him. His lips softened. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart, taste the sweetness of appl...
Home is in my hair, my lips, my arms, my thighs, my feet and my hands. I am my own home. And when I wake up crying in the morning, thinking of how lonely I am, I pinch my skin, tug at my hair, remind myself that I am alive. Remind myself to step outs...
[Seymour is trying to interest a fellow collector in a record he's selling] Paul, the Fussy Guy - Record Collector: It has a enlarged centre hole and a hair-crack. Seymour: But the crack is so tight it's completely inaudible. Paul, the Fussy Guy - Re...
Mrs. Danvers: Oh, you've moved her brush, haven't you? [moves it slightly] Mrs. Danvers: There, that's better. Just as she always laid it down. "Come on, Danny, hair drill," she would say. [picks up the brush and goes through the motions of combing t...
It’s not that I’m particularly worried about growing old. Nor am I all that bothered about wrinkles, grey hair and all that. BUT. Major but. I don’t like the idea of dying – not when i have so much left to do! That, people, is the rather unwe...
The line you tow is a sign that all will be fine!
God's big enough that small doesn't matter.
My faith is big enough to accept all of God's wonders.
It all came down to money - the great equalizer and common denominator.
Big dress, cocktails, party - I love that. It is my work, but my work allow me to have glamour, to wear beautiful and amazing dresses, to go to big ceremonies.
