Top 335 Nose Quotes

If the nose has become a deeply disillusioned and grief-stricken organ in the modern world, then what of the ear? The poor little ear – such an innocent, intelligent and sensitive creature; in these times of such flagrant sonic brutality, the sense within the ear has much to contend with.

I can touch my eyebrows with my nose. Look at that! That’s not normal. I shouldn’t be able to do that.

I go out there and get my eyes gouged, my nose busted, my body slammed. I love the pain of the game.

Michael Jackson was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. It caused quite a controversy, because his nose isn’t eligible for another fifteen years.

It’s very weird waking around a corner and being nose to nose with myself on the side of a bus. And Times Square – that’s the craziest one.

I’m not dangerous, but I have a sharp nose. I will probably be playing bad guys forever because of my face.

I got rid of my glasses and they changed my hair. That’s really all they did. They went shopping for me, so the clothes are different too. It wasn’t like Extreme Makeover where I got a nose job or anything.

Rightly or wrongly, the Victorian considered that there were certain subjects which were not meet for inter-sexual discussion, just as they held that certain processes of the feminine toilet, like the powdering of the nose and the application of lipstick to the mouth, were (if done at all) better done in private.

All I can do is keep my nose down and shoot the scene, shoot the scene, make it funny, make it funny, make it funny.

The ear disapproves but tolerates certain musical pieces; transfer them into the domain of our nose, and we will be forced to flee.

As a kid, I always had my nose buried in the side of a cereal box.

I used to tell really boring stories as a child, about my toy panda’s nose falling off, or something equally dull.

You see, your nose is the respiratory front line. It’s the warning beacon that invaders have overwhelmed your first response defenders.

I know that one of my difficulties as an actor is to try to do too much, from all those years ago when my acting took place live on a stage. It was just my shiny face there, so you’ve gotta be super careful how much over-expressing you’re doing with your eyes and nose and so on.

The mob is a sort of bear; while your ring is through its nose, it will even dance under your cudgel; but should the ring slip, and you lose your hold, the brute will turn and rend you.

My father, my mother, and then my father was always on top of me – ‘Keep your nose clean. Do you love what you’re doing?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Then be aware, or you’re going to lose it.’

Often people become our friend or follower with an undercurrent of resentment in our having more success than they have. They secretly desire the opportunity to take us down a notch; they have a nose for any misstep on our part they can exploit.

A city is like a family portrait – you don’t tear it up if you don’t like your uncle’s nose.

I had my nose done when I was 16 years old, and I’ll be honest: it did change my life.

In comedy, it’s not the glamorous, beautiful people that are great at comedy. They’re either every man or every woman, they’re either quite tall and lanky or shorter and fatter or have a big nose. They have something physically about them that makes them into a comic stereotype.

The weirder you’re going to behave, the more normal you should look. It works in reverse, too. When I see a kid with three or four rings in his nose, I know there is absolutely nothing extraordinary about that person.

I don’t just get to wiggle my nose and money drops out of the sky.

I wish my hair was thicker, and I wish my feet were prettier. My toes are really ugly. I wish my ears were smaller. And my nose could be smaller too.

Politicians will be politicians, they will have a weakness at times for not seeing beyond their nose.

I used to have terrible acne on my face: red, splotchy discoloration. And mucus – I was constantly blowing my nose. Then one day, this woman sits down next to me on a bus, and says, ‘You’re lactose-intolerant.’ It all cleared up in three days. That changed my life. Doctors couldn’t figure it out.

There are parts of me that I feel are beautiful, but they don’t have anything to do with my nose.

Even if the production doesn’t feel African, the vocal delivery – singing through your nose. Specifically, Highlife music from Nigeria. That was the first music I ever heard as a child. So singing through my nose is something I do often, and that’s directly rooted in my heritage.

My chin’s too big. And my nose – my nose is funny.

If you ever find happiness by hunting for it, you will find it, as the old woman did her lost spectacles, safe on her own nose all the time.

I was afraid of having to present my big nose to strangers.

I think sometimes what happens is that all of this feeling out of control manifests itself in trying to control your body; whether it’s an eating disorder or talking about getting your nose fixed, as if that’s going to be the solution to all the pressure.

One by one, all of my college buddies had taken these nothing-special entry-level jobs, pushing papers for $18,000 or $21,000 a year (and hating the work besides), and I’d turn up my nose and tell them I wasn’t about to get out of bed for anything less than $50,000. That was my line, my attitude.

I keep my nose clean. I let the drama go on with somebody else.

I thought my nose was too prominent so I had this corrected via plastic surgery in 1959.

I’m not even Indian-American: I’m Indian-Indian. Everybody expected me to have henna and a nose pin and talk in an accent like Apu from ‘The Simpsons.’ I was nervous because I wasn’t sure if America was ready for a lead that looked like me.

Me and my dad have exactly the same head and nose.

I deal with a lot of wonderful gay people. I hire a lot of them. I use a lot of them. I respect them. They’re terrific. I am good friends with them. But you live your life the way you want to live, and I’ll live mine, and I won’t stick my nose in yours.

Smoking is hateful to the nose, harmful to the brain, and dangerous to the lungs.

In the beginning, you know, everyone told me, ‘Your eyes are too small, the nose is too big, you can never be on a magazine cover.’ But, you know what? The big nose is coming with a big personality.

For every successful actor or actress, there are countless numbers who don’t make it. The name of the game is rejection. You go to an audition and you’re told you’re too tall or you’re too Irish or your nose is not quite right. You’re rejected for your education, you’re rejected for this or that and it’s really tough.

School is not a great place to have feminine features or a big nose, or to wear glasses or the wrong shoes.

Something’s bound to happen to you in a tough fight: cut eye, broken nose or broken hand or something like that. So you could make excuses out of anything, you know, but you got to keep on going if you’re a champ or you’re a contender.

You go to the draft board and think, ‘Here’s a nose tackle. Who needs a nose tackle?’ Well, eight teams in front of you need a nose tackle, and there’s two nose tackles. It’s something you have to figure out where you can get the players to play in your system.

I wanted to write ‘In Harm’s Way’ from the young men’s point of view of being in a raft, or hanging in a life vest with just their nose poking above the water.

This veridic nose arrives everywhere a quarter of an hour before its master. Ten shoemakers, good round fat ones too, go and sit down to work under it out of the rain.

Before ‘M*A*SH*,’ people in the industry didn’t know what to do with this guy with the big nose.

I’ve had a face-lift. I’ve had my eyes done; liposuction; the nose job – well, that was a long time ago.

Apart from anything else, I am designed by evolution, like we all are: if we see a little thing like that, big eyes, tiny nose, we go ‘aaah’. That’s what evolution does. We are programmed to do that. So to find babies the most amazing, isn’t surprising, I don’t think.

When I look in the mirror, I see my late mother: I have her nose, her dark eyes – I call them chocolate eyes – I have her colouring, and my hair is greying the same way, although I use colour and she didn’t.

My eyes aren’t special, my nose isn’t special, my mouth isn’t special.

I come from very humble origins, so the last thing I would ever do is to look down my nose at people who can’t afford to come here to my shop.

I am an unconventional beauty. I grew up in a high school where if you didn’t have a nose job and money and if you weren’t thin, you weren’t cool, popular, beautiful. I was always told that I wasn’t pretty enough to be on television.

Do you remember when Fabio got hit in the face with a pigeon on the roller coaster, and it broke his nose? Sometimes I feel like I’m the pigeon, and the Internet is Fabio’s face. Actually, I don’t know if I’m the pigeon, or I’m Fabio’s face. Depends on the day, I guess.

I’m a very humble guy. I don’t go around and stick my nose in the air.

I have my mother’s nose and my father’s bone structure, which I’ve passed on to my children. My eldest daughter and my mother, when she was young, could be sisters.