Browsing Topic Best Noses Quotes

What always staggers me is that when people blow their noses, they always look into their hankies to see what came out. What do they expect to find?

We stand guard over works of art, but species representing the work of aeons are stolen from under our noses

Half of Hollywood has more prosthetic in their body than I do, but we don’t think of them as disabled. You amputate part of a nose, that’s ‘enhancement’. You put a prosthetic in a breast cavity, that’s ‘augmentation’. But you amputate part of a limb and put a prosthetic there, it’s ‘disability’?

The Pentagon tested an anti-missile system in New Mexico Wednesday. The test was an incomplete success. While the interceptor was shooting down the incoming missile, three thousand illegal aliens walked right across the border under its nose.

To play nose tackle in the NFL, you have to be unemployed or crazy. I was unemployed. The other part is still up in the air.

Notwithstanding my experiments with electricity the thunderbolt continues to fall under our noses and beards; and as for the tyrant, there are a million of us still engaged at snatching away his sceptre.

Every child needs a safe place to fall – a place where he or she can explore things without worrying about failure and judgment. A library is one of those places. In a library you can learn by following your own nose, which is very different from someone telling you what you should learn. Once a kid learns a library is hers, to use as she wants, the world opens up., I’ve seen it happen. It happened to me.

There was nothing subtle about our landing. The pilot just pointed the nose at the ground and let her rip.

When we conquer ourselves, then everything will be conquered: oneself, others, and all the sense objects as well, coming in by way of the eyes, ears, nose, tongue and body — it will all get conquered like this.

I did the 23 hour nose-route to the top of El Capitan in 6 hours and 18 minutes! I can make this work.

And even if we win, if we win, HAH! Even if we win! Even if we play so far above our heads that our noses bleed for a week to ten days; even if God in Heaven above comes down and points his hand at our side of the field; even if every man woman and child held hands together and prayed for us to win, it just wouldn’t matter because all the really good looking girls would still go out with the guys from Mohawk because they’ve got all the money! It just doesn’t matter if we win or we lose. IT JUST DOESN’T MATTER! It just doesn’t matter! It just doesn’t matter!

Growing up I always knew I had a deviated septum on the right side of my nose, which caused trouble breathing. The older I got, the worse it got.

I always have this red nose in my pocket, and if it looks like I’m taking things too seriously, or the person I’m talking to is taking them too seriously, I put the nose on. It doesn’t matter what we’re doing or talking about, it doesn’t matter if we agree or disagree, the nose changes everything.

And yet the motives of women are so inscrutable. You remember the woman at Margate whom I suspected for the same reason. No powder on her nose – that proved to be the correct solution. How can you build on such a quicksand? Their most trivial action may mean volumes, or their most extraordinary conduct may depend upon a hairpin or a curling tongs.

It’s my body and if I want to do it like Michael Jackson, I will. My nose bothered me for a long time. Now it’s smaller and I’m happy. If I wanna put my tits on my back, they’re mine!

It’s the camel’s nose in the tent. Look at Stalin, Mussolini, Hitler, Mao Zedong, Pol Pot, Idi Amin – every one of these monsters, on seizing power, their first act was to confiscate all firearms in private hands.

I think the Romans must have aggravated one another very much, with their noses. Perhaps, they became the restless people they were, in consequence.

I am at the moment deaf in the ears, hoarse in the throat, red in the nose, green in the gills, damp in the eyes, twitchy in the joints and fractious in temper from a most intolerable and oppressive cold.

I will not speak to Vladimir Putin personally until we’ve rebuilt the 6th Fleet a little bit right under his nose; rebuilt the missile defense program in Poland right under his nose; and conducted a few military exercises in the Baltic states.

Now hoppin’-john was F. Jasmine’s very favorite food. She had always warned them to wave a plate of rice and peas before her nose when she was in her coffin, to make certain there was no mistake; for if a breath of life was left in her, she would sit up and eat, but if she smelled the hopping-john, and did not stir, then they could just nail down the coffin and be certain she was truly dead.

The scope of an intellect is not to be measured with a tape-string, or a character deciphered from the shape or length of a nose.

I guess I look so straight and normal nobody expects me to pick my nose and fall.

This is a story of a period between two World Wars – an interim in which Insanity cut loose. Liberty took a nose dive, and Humanity was kicked around somewhat.

I can’t get used to the ease with which one covers the world today. It’s no longer an effort–Pole–equator–oceans–continents–it’s just a question of which way you point the nose of your plane. The pure joy of flight as an art has given way to the pure efficiency of flight as a science…. Science is insulating man from life — separating his mind from his senses. The worst of it is that it soon anaesthetizes his senses so that he doesn’t know what he’s missing.

Sometimes I feel like I’ve got my nose pressed up against the window of a bakery, only I’m the bread.

On Apollo 11 in route to the Moon, I observed a light out the window that appeared to be moving alongside us. It was either the rocket we had separated from, or the 4 panels that moved away when we extracted the lander from the rocket and we were nose to nose with the two spacecraft. So in the close vicinity, moving away, were 4 panels. And i feel absolutely convinced that we were looking at the sun reflected off of one of these panels.

You have to sniff out joy. Keep your nose to the joy trail.

Don’t cut off your nose yourself.

One of the marks of a certain type of bad man is that he cannot give up a thing himself without wanting every one else to give it up. That is not the Christian way. An individual Christian may see fit to give up all sorts of things for special reasons–marriage, or meat, or beer, or the cinema; but the moment he starts saying the things are bad in themselves, or looking down his nose at other people who do use them, he has taken the wrong turning.

You could knock my teeth out and break my nose, and there’d be something funny about it to me.

Just as important as knowing what gift God has given you is knowing which gifts He hasn’t give you. Many Christians try for years to function with gifts they never had in the first place, and this doesn’t do the Lord’s work much good. It’s like trying to hear something with your knee or throw a ball with your nose. Knees and noses are better off doing other things.

The world may not applaud us for wiping running noses, driving in carpools, or talking with our teenager into the wee hours of the morning. And until they are trained, our children might not thank us either. But as we set aside our own selfish desires and glorify God by joyfully serving our children, we are pursuing true greatness according to the Bible. Let us do so with tenderness, affection, and with a smile!

If we start worrying whether our nose is too big or too small, we should think, What if I had no head? – now that would be a problem! As long as we have life, we should rejoice. If everything doesn’t go exactly as we’d like, we can accept it. If we contemplate impermanence deeply, patience and compassion will arise. We will hold less to the apparent truth of our experience, and the mind will become more flexible. Realizing that one day this body will be buried or burned, we will rejoice in every moment we have rather than make ourselves or others unhappy.

Goodness, my nose is enormous,’ she exclaimed. ‘Why didn’t anyone tell me?

Gamaun is a dainty steed,Strong, black, and of a noble breed,Full of fire, and full of bone,With all his line of fathers known;Fine his nose, his nostrils thin,But blown abroad by the pride within;His mane is like a river flowing,And his eyes like embers glowingIn the darkness of the night,And his pace as swift as light.