mouth

I get a choice every time I have to open my mouth: that it can be with civility and dignity and grace - or not.

I won't take my religion from any man who never works except with his mouth.

To keep your he-man jaw muscles from smashing your precious teeth, the only set you have, the body evolved an automated braking system faster and more sophisticated than anything on a Lexus. The jaw knows its own strength. The faster and more recklessly you close your mouth, the less force the muscles are willing to apply.

In an enclosed space, a camel's breath can change the atmosphere of the room. Not only just the smell, they literally seem to change the atmospheric pressure. It's so disgusting. It's like they have eight stomachs each more rancid then the next and it just comes out of their mouth.

I started realizing that music is the one area where I've always let go. When that saxophone goes into my mouth, I get into a space where I never think about the notes I've already played or anticipate the notes ahead.

One's eyes are what one is, one's mouth is what one becomes.

We have two ears and one mouth so that we can listen twice as much as we speak.

A kiss is a secret told to the mouth instead of the ear kisses are the messengers of love and tenderness.

In Rio de Janeiro, every cop has to make a choice. He either turns dirty, keeps his mouth shut, or goes to war.

Word of mouth is the best medium of all.

I'll use the blood from my spilling heart to write the words that were never able to slip out of my mouth, so you can see how much you've broken me into a perpetual state of melancholy.

He has a mouth, lord," Gerbruht said."I envy him," I said."Envy him, lord?""Most of us have to lower our trews to shit.

The greatest prayers that I could ever utter come from the heart. And when I pray that way, I rarely need to open my mouth. Therefore, maybe I should think about talking less.

You have a nice mouth," he says. "I can't stop looking at it.""You should taste it. It's quite lovely.

I wanted to feel like I could open my mouth and fill it with Pepper's flesh, close my teeth on her skin and tear it away, making blood pump like a fountain over everything - rug, clothes, hair, face - both Violet and I stopped in midair. Pepper's eyes had flooded with tears. It was too easy, she was enjoying this. Her body softened like a sponge waiting to soak up my punches. Her lips smiled the same way Valerie's did. It was as if I had discovered maggots in her flesh. I recoiled from her where she lay on the bed like a piece of rotting meat.

Criticize me if you can, but that won't stop me from saying what i like, my mouth is mine, and not yours.

Arrogant men with knowledge make more noise from their mouth than making a sense from their mind.

It is not what a poem says with its mouth, it__ what a poem does with its eyes.