If I have a centre back giving me stick, I want to score and say, ‘shut your mouth!’ It makes me strive, man.
You have to want to be married to someone. You have to feel that reciprocated. Marriage for marriage’s sake doesn’t make any sense to me, and I found someone with whom I could put my money where my mouth is, I guess.
Well, sometimes if I go out to dinner with my family, people will come up to me and put their hand across my plate for me to shake, sometimes when I have a bite of food in my mouth. I find this a bit disturbing.
The first time that somebody handed me a sheet of paper with a promo on it, it was like a ‘throw up in your mouth’ kind of moment. And it’s not, like, their fault, you know? It’s not the writers’ fault. But if was my world, there would be no written promos; there’d be no scripts.
I still sweat. My guts are still grinding out there. Sometimes I have enough cotton in my mouth to knit a sweater.
I was always a shy little guy and people in Holland are famous for having big mouths! So you’ve got to have a big mouth to defend yourself.
It doesn’t matter where we are. We can be marching down the streets of New Orleans, or we can be onstage in front of 15,000 people. As long as I know that I’m about to put my horn to my mouth and play some notes, that’s what I most look forward to.
My eyes are too big, my nose is too flat, my ears stick out, my mouth is too big and my face is too small… my body is thin as a clarinet and my ankles are so skinny that I wear two pairs of bobby socks because I don’t want people to see how thin they are.
I was drawing a mandolin, and I made the sound hole very small, which made the mandolin look gigantic. I saw that making the details small made the form monumental. So in my figures, the eyes, the mouth are all small, and the exterior form is huge.
I sit down and create atmospheres, start playing guitar or piano and just sing whatever comes out of my mouth.
I have a preponderance to look smug in photos; something to do with the way my mouth turns up at the corners.
When I was a kid, my parents told me that every time we went to see a play or musical, I would sit there with my mouth hanging open completely immersed. I think it has just always spoken to me, been the thing that makes me feel alive, seen, and the way I can express myself.
I’m fortunate for where I come from because even though I didn’t grow up with a silver spoon in my mouth, it allowed me to appreciate any little thing that I have.
Why do I pray? Because I never know what’s going to pop out of my mouth.
Open your mouth and shut your eyes and see what Zeus will send you.
No one has a finer command of language than the person who keeps his mouth shut.
If you start eating with your mouth open – I can’t stand it! I was out to dinner with a girl, and she started chomping on her food. You could see everything she was eating. I was like, ‘So when do you want to go home?’
Word of mouth travels faster than anything else.
I actually get a metallic taste in my mouth when I think about electric music.
I’ve definitely been in elements of grappling where I’m tied up and in a weird position and my mouth and my nose are covered and I can’t breathe. You still have to be able to escape. The last thing you want to do is tap in that scenario when you have an opportunity to escape.
I remember asking my mom when I was 10 if I was adopted because I didn’t look like my brothers and sisters. She said, ‘Are you crazy? You think I am gonna go buy another mouth to feed?’ So that settled that.
When I saw Beyonce, she did a two-hour show singing and dancing – it was like my mouth just wouldn’t close. I was like, ‘OK, I’m drooling,’ like, it’s so good. Oh my God. No one’s better. I’m sorry.
I don’t want to attract attention because I open my mouth.
Over the years, music put a weapon in my hand and words in my mouth, it backed me up and shielded me, it shook me and scared me and showed me the way; music opened me up to living and being and feeling.
Peter has the biggest mouth, so it goes to be a mouth contest.
I was a very bad journalist. Awful. I would just invent everything. If I did an interview, I had a preconception of what that person should say and I would put my words in his mouth.
I have seen him set fire to his wigwam and smooth over the graves of his fathers… clap his hand in silence over his mouth, and take the last look over his fair hunting ground, and turn his face in sadness to the setting sun.
For a while we had trouble trying to get the sound of a champagne cork exploding out of the bottle. I solved the problem by sticking my finger in my mouth and popping it out.
His mouth is for export and his head has no entrance.
I can ruin my own career, but I will not ruin anyone elses’ career with my mouth.
I try to be as thoughtful as I can about everything that comes out of my mouth and not reinforce sexism.
I really hate my hair when it’s not braided because it’s so big when it dries. When it’s wet, it looks cool, but when it dries, it gets all in my mouth during a match, and I hate it.
Look at Colby Covington. The guy can fight, and the guy can talk. To a lot of people, he just grinds people out, and many people consider him boring, but because he opens his mouth, people want to watch him fight. A lot of people want to see him win; a lot of people want to see him lose.
I won this award for keeping my mouth shut, so I think I’ll do it again now.
A few years ago I was at a party and this guy threw me over his shoulder, ran across the street, put me in his car, and stuck his tongue in my mouth.
To me, ‘rant’ was ranting and raving. So to me, it’s heightened. emotional flipping out, frothing at the mouth. Where I grew up, that was a rant. I don’t consider what I’m doing ranting.
Some women can’t say the word lesbian… even when their mouth is full of one.
It’s what you do every time. You isolate what you know, and you create a mental image of what you’re doing. Every time you speak you don’t have to think about it. Words come out of your mouth based on what you know. That’s the same job every time.
Hollywood can buy a lot of pieces of the puzzle, but the great thing is they can never buy word of mouth.
My friends started having children after college, while I was pursuing this crazy acting career and living hand to mouth. Plus, all my boyfriends were artists struggling to make a living. Having kids didn’t make any sense – why would I take on more of a financial burden when I couldn’t even afford a dog?
The first thing out of Fidel Castro’s mouth to me, he looked me right in the eye and said, ‘You’re a man of great courage.’
Every day or two, I strolled to the village to hear some of the gossip which is incessantly going on there, circulating either from mouth to mouth, or from newspaper to newspaper, and which, taken in homeopathic doses, was really as refreshing in its way as the rustle of leaves and the peeping of frogs.
Could I say that the reason that I am here today, you know, from the mouth of the State Department itself, is: I should not be allowed to travel because I have struggled for years for the independence of the colonial peoples of Africa.
When we were younger and first starting out in Australia, we found that we sold more records by word of mouth because we were playing the bars, clubs, and small places and building a following. And as we got bigger, we still relied a lot on word of mouth.
I was about five years old when I was eating soup in our kitchen, and as I was lifting the spoon towards my mouth, it bent and broke in half.
As an adult, I have often been deep in serious conversation with someone I’ve highly respected and seen them roll an eye as my mouth has mangled yet another magnificently conceived, clumsily articulated sentence. In my mind, the words are mellifluous as honey. In my mouth, they are shards of glass.
My heart was always in my mouth when I started on a new routine.
I feel like crying and sadness has brought an actual change to the shape of my mouth.
It’s kind of odd when you think of Loretta Lynn, when she was first traveling and recording country music. It was all built through word of mouth. If you pleased the fans, they would pass it around to their friends and family.
I love funny Instagram filters. Where your face changes; your eyes become big, your mouth becomes protruded. I love all of that.
You should hear all the people talking to me about Heath Ledger, and yet I’m the only person shooting his mouth off out there about what everyone actually already knows.
I cross things out more than I write them. And if I try to sing a line, and I know that it’s written incorrectly, I get this weird sort of physical nausea, and my mouth curls up all strange. I guess that’s why I always write the words first: because, if everything feels okay, I’m ready to put it to music.
I think, culturally, stories are important, whether it be cinema, whether it be by word of mouth – which I don’t even know if we do anymore, as it all seems to be social media.
I’m a sensationalist. I’m a big mouth. I get attention. In this world you have to – if you want a mass-market presentation, you have to get attention.
The defenders make me very angry. They are kicking, or they are pinching or they say things to me that I don’t like. They try to do everything to take me out of the game. I learned to keep my mouth shut, to keep my hands down, just try to put the ball in the net. This is the best answer.
