Open your mouth before you eat.
If you feed the mouth, the eye becomes shy.
The mouth prays to Buddha, but the heart is full of evil.
There are three lies in life,” Sutherland said to his young companion, whose first night this was in the realm of homosexuality and whose introduction to it Sutherland had taken upon himself to supervise. “One, the check is in the mail. Two, I wi...
And that was something Gwen had on Zoey—she saw the shadow surrounding him, the one he so easily hid from everyone else. Perched on his lap, her pupils were big and her pretty mouth tense. She was afraid of him. But rather than scare her off, the f...
O, blackberry tart, with berries as big as your thumb, purple and black, and thick with juice, and a crust to endear them that will go to cream in your mouth, and both passing down with such a taste that will make you close your eyes and wish you mig...
Nellie grinned. "I always wanted to go to Venice. It's supposed to be the romance capital of the world." "Sweet," put in Dan. "Too bad your date is an Egyptian Mau on a hunger strike." The au pair sighed. "Better than an eleven-year-old with a big mo...
Charles Bushman: Now... On the third day, I washed her. She wasn't too clean. I got all the right spots. She's the only one I kept for a certain amount of time, because I got a real short attention span. Now, I can't say she enjoyed her stay, but tha...
POETRY HAS A PEPTIC PRESENCE. PRESENTLY.
My mom saved my life. She gave me mouth-to-mouth more than once.
Big house, big car, big breast, big life, big this and big that; what is so big about living big? Live on KISS principle not BIG principle.
Donkey's lips don't fit onto a horse's mouth.
When the mouth stumbles, it is worse than when the foot does.
Keep your ears wider and your mouth narrower.
What comes out of one mouth goes into a hundred others.
The hand suffers at work, but the mouth still must eat.
Keep your mouth shut and your eyes open.
The mouth is not sweetened by saying "Honey, honey." So the music, so the people.
I want to touch with my mouth. His mouth, with my mouth. Maybe his neck, too. But first things first: Make him aware I exist. It’s possible that he is already aware, if only in a ‘don't step on the small girl’ kind of way.
My mother, who grew up in Pennsylvania, literally washed my mouth out with soap once for saying, 'Shut up!' to my sister. She would have washed my mouth out with gasoline if she knew how foul my mouth was racially when she wasn't around.
Saying "halva-halva" won't make your mouth sweet.
