Each one From one’s little noose Cranes out Yells and shouts Groans aloud And grows stout And the noose tightens Leaving no way to creap out Till at the end Swollen Spent out Becomes silent. I am also having my turn among all.
I go out every day. When I get depressed at the office, I go out, and as soon as I'm on the street and see people, I feel better. But I never go out with a preconceived idea. I let the street speak to me.
An eloquent cock crows as soon as it comes out of the egg.
You cannot put a fire out with spit.
Kindle not a fire you cannot put out.
The fire cannot be put out with your hands.
The flood takes him in, and the ebb takes him out.
The tyrant is only the slave turned inside out.
Never fall out with your bread and butter.
There's many a good cock come out of a tattered bag.
What comes out of the mouth has lost its master.
Once out of the throat it spreads over the world.
The day will wipe out all the promises of the night.
Remember, even monkeys fall out of trees.
Better wear out shoes than sheets.
On the way out, the road is rough; returning, it is smooth.
You can't get blood out of a stone.
Branding is marketing and networking. It’s netmarking.
It turns out that with Twitter data alone, we can go quite some way into figuring out someone's personality.
When art dresses in worn-out material it is most easily recognized as art.
I made out like a bandit. Not that I’ve ever made out with a bandit.
