Best Noses Quotes

Americans like to talk about (or be told about) Democracy but, when put to the test, usually find it to be an ‘inconvenience.’ We have opted instead for an authoritarian system disguised as a Democracy. We pay through the nose for an enormous joke-of-a-government, let it push us around, and then wonder how all those assholes got in there.

There’s no symmetry in nature. One eye is never exactly the same as the other. There’s always a difference. We all have a more or less crooked nose and an irregular mouth.

I suspect there really was more to my accident than bad luck. I think it was God’s way of punishing my nose.

Media people should have long noses like an elephant to smell out politicians, mayors, prime ministers and businessmen. We need to know the reality, the good and the bad, not just the appearance.

I want a hairy little Jewish Princess with a brand new nose, who knows where it goes.

Vacation cruises are advertised as luxurious journeys to exotic places, but a chief pleasure is the reading of books … . On steamer chairs topside or poolside, in the lounges, everywhere you see men and women with their noses in books, devouring them for hours.

It’s not the size of the nose that matters, it’s what’s inside that counts.

The biology of purpose keeps my nose above the surface.

If something smells bad, why put your nose in it?

If you fake the funk, your nose will grow.

I’m just a no-good, scum sucking, nose picking, boot licking, sniveling, groveling, worthless hunk of slime.

I was hooked on writing. I mean, where else can you get paid for sticking your nose into somebody else’s business?

I could draw Bloom County with my nose and pay my cleaning lady to write it, and I’d bet I wouldn’t lose 10% of my papers over the next twenty years. Such is the nature of comic-strips. Once established, their half-life is usually more than nuclear waste.

A mother’s body remembers her babies-the folds of soft flesh, the softly furred scalp against her nose. Each child has it’s own entreaties to body and soul.

You want to protect your child from pain, and what you get instead is life, and grace; and though theologians insist that grace is freely given, the truth is that sometimes you pay for it through the nose. And you can’t pay your child’s way.

God bless the physician who warms the speculum or holds your hand and looks into your eyes. Perhaps one subtext of the health caredebate is a yen to be treated like a whole person, not just an eye, an ear, a nose or a throat. A yen to be human again, on the part of patient and doctor alike.

Getting into the Hall of Fame won’t change me. I’m still going to pass gas and pick my nose like I always do.

I also learned that you didn’t come onto this earth as a perfectionist or control freak. You weren’t born a person of cringe and contraction. You were born as energy, as life, made of the same stuff as stars, blossoms, breezes. You learned contraction to survive, but that was then. You have paid through the nose-paid but good. It is now your turn to reap.

If you look at the polling data, long before anyone had thought about Iraq, it was the [George W.] Bush Administration’s decision in the first few weeks in its tenure in office to abnegate the Kyoto treaties that set our international perception into a nose-dive. People around the world looked on in amazement as the biggest part of the problem decided it wasn’t going to make any effort to help with the solution.

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.

I like actors who are themselves. I know in America you like actors who change their nose or wear a lot of wigs, and they like to take pretty girls and make them super ugly.

A man may, if he knows not how to save as he gets, keep his nose to the grindstone.

The woman I love she got a prize fighter nose, cauliflower ears and a run in her hose.

Richard Burton came from the same town as me, so I thought I’d follow my nose, and follow my luck. I think I’ve been very lucky.

Turning your nose up at a genuine and sincere gesture of hospitality is no way to travel or to make friends around the world.

As a child, I always chose a false nose and some face paint and a wig for my birthday.

In a perfect world, mothers would remind their daughters each morning of how beautiful their strong noses are, or how special their curly red hair is.

The rules took a while to sort out. Lena and Carmen wanted to focus on friendship-type rules, stuff about keeping in touch with one another over the summer, and making sure the Pants kept moving from one girl to the next. Tibby preferred to focus on random things you could and couldn’t do in the Pants — like picking your nose.

There are few pleasures like really burrowing one’s nose into sweet peas.

I feel that writers think with their noses to the ground, and the dark stuff kind of comes to me more, even though I really am sort of an upbeat guy. It’s an honest descent into darkness. And you can’t have the joy without the grief – it’s why we listen to Mozart’s ‘Requiem.’

Poor brain! How helplessly it dissolves when willing eyes meet and the nose warms to those old jungle scents.

If I blow my nose, it gets written all over the world.

A girl can talk about my nose, my teeth or my accent – anything that gets a conversation going is fine with me. It is weird, though, the way women respond to my body. Maybe 50 percent respond positively right away, while another 25 or 30 percent need a while to adjust to my size and to realize that ordinarily my muscles are soft, just like anyone’s, only bigger.

Even though I always knew I had a good nose for fragrances, the process of creating my own, ‘Alive,’ turned out to be a great learning experience for me. And the name explains my reason behind it. Smelling good makes you feel alive.

You walk into the room like a camel and then put your eyes in your pockets and your nose on the ground.