After the first day of practice, there's not one guy who's playing at 100 percent or who feels great. Sometimes, getting up in the morning and brushing your teeth is the hardest part of the day - it just hurts.
I have moments of weakness, but mostly I brush the criticism off... Who cares if I'm not a size zero? I don't want to be. I love my body; I'm healthy, I work out.
If you constantly brush shoulders with great minds, sooner or later you would surely become very familiar with what it takes to dwell in the land of greatness.
When you have a brush in your hand, inking a beautiful woman is a lot like running your hands over her.
I really like the ritual of shaving. I like getting the perfect brush and finding the right sandalwood soap. The act of shaving, though, is not fun. I like beards and the ease of them.
There's a lot of glorification of startups and being a founder. People brush the failures under the rug, but that's the worst thing you can do. You kind of have to face it head on.
I'm not hard on myself - I brush those things off - but there are days when I'm pleased with myself, and days when I think I have elf ears.
A lip brush is really helpful when applying a red lip because it makes the lines smoother. You can see a bumpy line from really far away.
I always put a layer of lip balm first, and then I layer the lipstick on by using a lip brush to help get it into the whole lip and make a really even line.
I endured many weeks of it, but I had a big background in martial arts and fighting as a kid, so kind of all the problems got brushed away and I was ready.
Gru: [to the girls] Did you brush your teeth? Let me smell. Let me smell. [Takes a whiff] Gru: You did *not*!
Marlon: Look at that sunset, Truman. It's perfect. Truman: Yeah. Marlon: That's the big guy. Quite a paint brush he's got.
There is a kind of belief among my students that things that are true are interesting. But most things that are true are not interesting. Four pages describing how I got up and brushed my teeth in the morning would kill you.
Life gets so ridiculous, you just have to brush it off like sand and laugh. I think the laughter is good medicine for crap-itis.
You can only generate ideas when you put pencil to paper, brush to canvas... when you actually do something physical.
Computer science education cannot make anybody an expert programmer any more than studying brushes and pigment can make somebody an expert painter.
When their mouths collided, the earth shifted, and she felt like she was coming face-to-face with death, and the brush was sweet, while he experienced life in the most shattering way.
Sweep the broom Over sand and stone. Softly, gently, Brush away the dust. Listen to the leaves As they sing in the tree. Peace fills the soul When living well.
Luca chuckled. “You will learn to trust me, princess.” Ryan scoffed as he also brushed past Luca and walked into the library. “Like hell she will.
Bilbo Baggins was standing at his door after breakfast smoking an enormous long wooden pipe that reached nearly down to his woolly toes (neatly brushed)—Gandalf came by.
Just repeat this phrase whenever you feel the urge to jump some other guy’s bones.” His mouth brushes my ear. “Loren Hale fucks better.
