Lead the audience by the nose to the thought.
Those who in quarrels interpose, must often wipe a bloody nose.
I was able to convince my body that I could take it and nobody could hurt me. I might’ve gotten cut, stitches over my eyes. Broken nose. Broken hands. But I never really got hurt.
I was 65 in May, and when I have just shaved, I see my father. I realise that I now have the same facial idiosyncrasies he had: little twitches here and there, mouth and nose movements, even the way he would tilt his head.
When you first saw ‘The Truman Show,’ did anyone else walk around for the next week not picking your nose just in case?
The highlight of my childhood was making my brother laugh so hard that food came out of his nose.
In an industry where actors are known to steal scenes and roles from under your nose Sohail bhai has been going out of his way to be good to me. It’s true he got me Subhash Ghai’s ‘Paying Guest.’ The role was offered to Sohail bhai. When he couldn’t do it, he recommended me.
I have pretty defined features: huge brows, very small eyelids, and a chunky nose. I love them all, but they’re definitely not the easiest things to work with when it comes to makeup, so I’ve really had to practice and see what I like on myself!
I was always the funny-looking girl. I couldn’t compete with the Brazilian girls. My nose is off, my ears are too big. But I think it’s my personality that these designers were drawn to.
I’m not going to change my teeth or get a nose job. That manufactured perfection does nothing for me.
I’ve broken my nose, I’ve broken ribs. You name it. In fact, we just got back from South America, and I fell over a monitor speaker on the stage and almost ended up in the front row of the audience. I managed to sprain my wrist on that one but luckily nothing was broken.
A large nose is in fact the sign of an affable man, good, courteous, witty, liberal, courageous, such as I am.
I’ll always have to make sure things happen eventually and don’t slip from my hands, from under my nose. I’ll always have to be on my toes.
Do people really think that about my nose? I spent my whole life hating it, so it’s amusing that people like it!
Instinct is the nose of the mind.
All these fifty-year-old guys wearing baseball caps and shorts and acting like children. It winds me up. Men don’t have to take responsibility anymore. Most of the guys I know would punch me on the nose for saying this, but maybe we do have to bring back conscription.
Some years ago, I landed in Mumbai with no eyebrows, no eyelashes, or hair. I wore a mask over my nose and yet people came up to me and asked, ‘aren’t you Mumtaz?’
I broke my nose playing netball aged 15. I’ve hated my profile ever since.
I broke my nose in gym when a ball hit me. I took a girl to her debutante ball the next week wearing a tux and a big, honking bandage. Not the romantic night she had in mind.
When civilization takes a nose dive, how can you look away? You’ve got to be there. You’ve got to be at the bottom of the swimming pool taking notes.
Acting’s not about nose jobs and liposuction. It’s about being truthful to what you’re doing.
It matters whether women sit at the table. No one speaks up for you when you are standing outside with your nose pressed up against the glass. You cannot window-shop for power.
A large nose is the mark of a witty, courteous, affable, generous and liberal man.
I used to go and flatten my nose against that window and absorb all I could of his art. It changed my life. I saw art then as I wanted to see it.
I say throwaway, jokey things. When you’re young-looking and you are presenting something that has gravitas you can’t look down your nose, but when David Dimbleby does it, it’s OK.
I think sometimes managers like to buy players because they’re more experienced from abroad or when they’ve got players under their nose that will give everything to the club they’ve been brought up with.
When I was 14, I thought I looked terrible. I wore these typical Slavic shoes with metal bottoms so you could always hear me coming and this really ugly princess skirt and blouse with the top button closed. I had a boy haircut, a baby face covered with pimples, and a really big nose.
I’ve separated my shoulder and my collarbone; I’ve messed up my knee a million times. I’ve broken my foot in several places. I’ve broken my toe a bunch, broken my nose a couple of times, and had a bunch of other annoying little injuries, like turf toe and arthritis and tendonitis. It’s part of the game.
I was 4 years old and wanted to be the scariest witch anyone had ever seen. My mom painted my face green, darkened my eyebrows, and put a mole on my nose so I could fully look the part.
When we’re dealing with the people in our family – no matter how annoying or gross they may be, no matter how self-inflicted their suffering may appear, no matter how afflicted they are with ignorance, prejudice or nose hairs – we give from the deepest parts of ourselves.
J. K. Rowling has said that she was bullied in school. She was a daydreamer and had her nose in books all the time, much like some of her characters today.
I started boxing when I was eight. I enjoyed when I could hit someone and they couldn’t hit me back. It was like a game for me. The feeling of knocking someone out. My first knockout victory was when I was ten. He went down and his nose started to bleed, so they stopped it.
I don’t believe in poking nose in other people’s matters, but when it comes to matters related to me or something that affects me, I will not shy away for saying something I believe.
Occasionally, some brother sings very earnestly through his nose, often disturbing those around him, but it does not matter how the voice sounds to the ears of man. What is important is how the heart sounds to the ears of God.
I laugh at it now, but one time I had an agent tell me I would never work in TV if I didn’t get a nose job. People tell you to change yourself to fit into the L.A. scene, but the advice usually doesn’t make any sense. The next agent told me my nose was great!
They look at someone like me, and I just really get up their nose. I really wind them up.
I guess I’m just not the film femme fatale type. I giggle too much. I have freckles and a turned-up nose, and I walk like an athlete.
I have a Roman nose. It roams all over my face.
I have no desire to play King Lear or Hamlet. I never had a grand ambition. I just followed my nose.
My accident was the result of incredible fate, with me spinning in a place I shouldn’t have, with a car coming at a speed it shouldn’t have, and hitting me with the sharpest and strongest thing that it has, which is the nose, in the most vulnerable part of the car, which is between the side part and the front wheel.
My most visceral childhood memory is getting home from hockey. Much of our family time revolved around hockey, and it rains a lot in Perth, and we’d get home tired and wet in our tracksuits, and the smell I’d hold in my nose is of mother’s vegetable soup.
I had a nice, pert nose but a plain round face and a mop of curly brown hair. That was not the photograph of a successful model.
When we’re dealing with the people in our family – no matter how annoying or gross they may be, no matter how self-inflicted their suffering may appear, no matter how afflicted they are with ignorance, prejudice or nose hairs – we give from the deepest parts of ourselves.
I don’t like my bum, as it’s too big. Or my nose because it’s too small. It’s like a child’s nose.
She was humble and put herself down. She felt her feet were a little too big and she had a bump on her nose and a crooked tooth. But she didn’t get the tooth fixed. She didn’t get the nose broken and set straight. She worked with what she had.
In our culture, good looks are so important, and today he’d head straight for a plastic surgeon, but in Cyrano’s time, the nose was who he was, and it didn’t matter that he was a brilliant poet, a brilliant swordsman, a brilliant man. His nose defined him.
A drinker has a hole under his nose that all his money runs into.
I started to take care of my body after I turned 50. I never liked how I looked physically because I was too cute, short, with coloring only on my cheeks, the perfect little nose, and then the blue eyes. I was a hit with girls, who told me it was like I was in Technicolor.
I can play the harmonica with my nose.
The bad part about growing older is I’m going bald. The good part is my nose seems to be getting shorter.
I can do glamour, but I can also play something like I did in the play ‘Wild Justice,’ where I was demented with grief and anger, and there was snot coming out of my nose, and my clothes were all over the place.
You may tell a man thou art a fiend, but not your nose wants blowing; to him alone who can bear a thing of that kind, you may tell all.
A guy named Charlie Beacham was my first mentor at Ford. He taught me the importance of the dealers, and he rubbed my nose in the retail business.
It took me a good decade of hiding in my house and not going outside to even, like, get my arms around this idea of celebrity, where suddenly people are looking for you to pick your nose or get a shot of you kissing some woman. It’s a very discombobulating thing.
