How can the word love, the word life, even fit in the mouth?
Walter Scott has no business to write novels, especially good ones. He has fame and profit enough as a poet, and should not be taking the bread out of other people's mouths.
In England, you're allowed to have an opinion - as long as it comes out of your mouth.
Why would any sensible human being put meat filled with ammonia in the mouths of their children?
The press is like a big bass, you just stick a hook in their mouth and they'll take it.
I want word of mouth to be our biggest voice.
Arrogance can be deadly.” The corners of his mouth crept up. “But you didn’t hear me say that.
It’s brown.” So maybe I had the teeniest, tiniest, most infinitesimal amount of auburn in my hair. I was still a brunette. “It’s the lighting,” I said. “Yeah, maybe it’s the lightbulbs.” His smile brought up both sides of his mouth, and a dimple surfaced.
I didn’t accept your sacrifice. I turned it down.” I felt a small Oh form at my mouth, but it never quite made it past my lips. “Are you saying you gave up getting a human body for me?
We shed blood to take the word `Grexit' away from the mouth of foreigners, and Syriza is bringing this word back to their mouths,