I can lick my elbow. I know that's supposed to be impossible, but I can do it!
Rock is so much fun. That's what it's all about - filling up the chest cavities and empty kneecaps and elbows.
From a young age, I was rubbing elbows with a very different kind of person and social class, and I felt a lot of tension and conflict in my identity because of that.
Sometimes being given the elbow can turn out to be the best hand.
I got a couple of front teeth knocked out during a football match when I was hit by a flying elbow.
You must find the note, the correct key, for your story. If you find it, everything will work. If you do not, everything will stick out like elbows.
The price one pays for having a kind man at one’s elbow.
The problem is no longer that with every pair of hands that comes into the world there comes a hungry stomach. Rather it is that, attached to those hands are sharp elbows.
Poetry is a street fighter. It has sharp elbows. It can look after itself. Poetry can't be used for manipulation; it's why you never see good poetry in advertising.
That was the era when we might have destroyed Russia completely and not even skinned our elbows doing it.
Russell: [Whining] I'm tired! My knee hurts! Carl Fredricksen: Which knee? Russell: ...My elbow hurts!
Brother Cadfael knew better than to be in a hurry, where souls were concerned. There was plenty of elbow-room in eternity.
Tapping a finger against the flesh of her elbow, she deadpanned, “Jacin Clay, there is an assassin under my bed.
Even if your bosoms are your best asset, deep round-neck or scoop-neck Ts can be too revealing. Offset this flash of gorgeousness by covering up your arms with a little cardi that has sleeves to the elbow.
When you think of it, people may rub elbows and still have an ocean or two between them.
But still I feel I waste a lot of time leaning on my elbow and thinking to myself,
No man lives without jostling and being jostled; in all ways he has to elbow himself through the world, giving and receiving offence.
I have no trouble with the twelve inches between my elbow and my palm. It's the seven inches between my ears that's bent.
To say yes, you have to sweat and roll up your sleeves and plunge both hands into life up to the elbows. It is easy to say no, even if saying no means death.
When I'm marketing a film, whether its mine or someone else's, I work with a great deal of strategy and elbow grease until the job is done.
Maine out of season is unmistakably a great destination: hospitable, good-humored, plenty of elbow room, short days, dark nights of crackling ice crystals.
