You’re not very nice,” I say, grinning. “You’re one to talk.” “Hey, I could be nice if I tried.” “Hmm.” He taps his chin. “Say something nice, then.” “You’re very good-looking.” He smiles, his teeth a flash in this dark. “I like this ‘nice’ thing.

The back of Donald Trump‘s head is fantastic and his eyebrows are amazing. His overbite and his series of chins and the color of him and the texture. It’s amazing! He’s like an artifact. It’s an amazing head to draw and I have to think it’s got to be part of his success. It’s ready-made for public consumption.

My ability to turn good news into anxiety is rivaled only by my ability to turn anxiety into chin acne.

Nobody would say, ‘I’m voting for this guy because he’s got the stronger chin,’ but that, in fact, is partly what happens.

If you wish me well, do not stand pitying me, but lend me some succour as fast as you can; for pity is but cold comfort when one is up to the chin in water, and within a hair‘s breadth of starving or drowning.

In that moment, Lux felt complete for the first time. He hadn’t even realized anything was missing until he met her, but now, with her curled up in his arms, her hair tickling against his chin, he couldn’t imagine existing without her – Virtue – A Fairy Tale

Give your main clause a little space. Prose is not like boxing; the skilled writer deliberately telegraphs his punch, knowing that the reader wants to take the message directly on the chin.

Never say never. At least with working out I’m proving you don’t need to. If I have three chins at 75 I’m not saying I wouldn’t get rid of them, but who knows. Generally, I’d leave it alone.

Provided that any of those neighbours sing out of tune or have boots that squeak, or double chins, or odd clothes, the patient will quite easily believe that their religion must therefore be somehow ridiculous.

You’re crazy. You’re impossible.’ ‘I’m crazy?’ He tipped my chin up and planted a quick, rough kiss on my mouth. ‘And I must be crazy for putting up with it.

The man without a chin, no stamina, dead man, broken man, whatever. On your way to the top, you always get some criticism. Criticism is a great motivation. Failure is not an option to me.

A half century of living should put a good deal into a person‘s face besides a few wrinkles and some unwelcome folds around the chin.

Whimpering never kept a leaking vessel from foundering. Vigorously manning the pumps has. Get busy with your head and hands, not your chin.

I weighed 193 pounds and had three chins. I couldn’t get up before 9 a.m. and never saw patients before 10. I decided to go on a diet.

O my brother Futurists ! All of you, look at yourselves! In the name of that Human Pride we so adore, I proclaim that the hour is nigh when men with broad temples and steel chins will give birth magnificently, with a single trust of their bulging will, to giants with flawless gestures.

I did a bit of modeling before I took up acting, and I was up for this big campaign – I can’t remember which designer – and all these execs were looking at my portfolio. Then one said: ‘We’d like to use you, but can you come back next year when you’ve lost this.’ And he tapped the underside of his chin.

Madame Lefoux accepted a cup of tea and sat on another little settee, next to the relocated calico cat. The cat clearly believed Madame Lefoux was there to provide chin scratches. Madame Lefoux provided.

Always, always, always believe in yourself, because if you don’t, then who will, sweetie?

Words cut through my skin, tears roll down my chin

Dad at breakfast today being very quiet. I notice he is clean shaven. I said to him, “Vati, what has happened to the little beaver that used to live on the end of your chin?

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

Every time you take a step, even when you don’t want to. . . . When it hurts, when it means you rub chins with death, or even if it means dying, that’s good. Anything that moves ahead, wins. No chess game was ever won by the player who sat for a lifetime thinking over his next move.

The Mathemagician nodded knowingly and stroked his chin several times. “You’ll find,” he remarked gently, “that the only thing you can do easily is be wrong, and that’s hardly worth the effort.

I do heavy weights in the morning for about an hour, and then I do 45 minutes of higher-volume lifting in the afternoon. My least favorite is the legs… I do quite a few chin-ups and rows. I do mostly old-school lifting with a lot of squats.

It made me strong.I took a step back, near my whole self in the mirror.I pushed back my shoulders and raised my chin, my back straight as an arrow.

My chin is weak. I find it hard to make decisions. For years I had been caught between the two stools of security on the land and rich-scented life on the exotic islands of literature.
I wasn’t really a writer. I had seen a strange beautiful light on the hills and that was all.

Elizabeth Taylor has more chins than the Chinese telephone directory.

When he turned back toward her, he kissed her deeply. “Don’t ever doubt that I love you,” he said, cupping her chin in his strong hands. “That will never change.” Beck’s taught body covered hers, alive and vital, charged with desire. And then they became one.

We’ll all be the first to hold up our hands and take it on the chin [can’t all be the first Ash!]

My teeth have never been touched. Why did I tell you that? Knock on wood. I’ve got a few scars over the eyes, a couple on the chin, a few on the beak and one across the cheek. But my luck is running out.

You’re the perfect girl‘, he said, rubbing his chin. ‘You expect nothing.

God, his chin. She wanted to make an honest woman of his chin. She wanted to lock it down.

I think – and even with the Live Chin Up movement – it’s about women doing things for themselves. Being empowered. Doing things that make you happy. I believe in that philosophy.

He [Kai] blinked. His eyes fell as he processed her response. Then he lifted his chin and attempted a grin that was almost painfully dejected. “No, it’s all right. I understand.” Dr. Erland leaned back against his desk. “My sincerest condolences, Your Highness. In more ways than one, it seems.

I ate him,” said the homunculus, biting into his sausage. The kids couldn’t hide their looks of horror. He smiled, sausage juice running down his chin. “Oh, don’t worry – I cooked him first. I’m not a barbarian.

Chin up, Ferdinand,” I kept saying to myself, to keep up my courage. “What with being chucked out of everywhere, you’re sure to find whatever it is that scares all those bastards so. It must be at the end of the night, and that’s why they’re so dead set against going to the end of the night.

You put some Vaseline under your eyes at night and under your chin, and you put a little bit on your chest and you’ll avoid stretch marks and I’ll get you some Vaseline, you can change your oil and fry chicken with it, too, but you best make sure you have something.

Juno MacGuff: Wise move. I know this girl who had a huge crazy freakout because she took too many behavioral meds at once. She took off all her clothes and jumped into the fountain at Ridgedale Mall and she was like, “Blaaaaah! I’m a kraken from the sea!” Su-Chin: That was you.

I had fun last night,” I told Patch, flicking off my chin strap and handing over my helmet. “I’m officially on love with your sheets.” “That the only thing you’re in love with?” “Nope. Your mattress, too.” Some smile crept into Patch’s eyes. “My bed‘s an open invitation.

Teasingly she took the apple from his mouth. Juice ran down his chin. Slowly, deliberately, she leaned over and licked the sweet juice from his chin. I will have to admit though, that I will never look at an apple in quite the same way.

A chuck under the chin is worth two kisses.

I got some real rough dental work done not long ago, and my mouth’s still numb right here [points to the left side of his chin]. So it kind of messes with my speech a little bit, so don’t y’all think that I took too many cos I haven‘t.

I exercise daily to keep my figure. I keep patting my hand against the bottom of my chin. It works too. I have the thinnest fingers in town.

She tips her chin up and looks at me with that Abnegation stubbornness I know so well. She may have left them, but they are what’s making her strong.

You’ll get them tomorrow. You gave it a good shot. Keep your chin up.

I am not too keen on my nose, I don’t like my knees, I hate my ankles, I am unsure about my behind, I don’t like my legs at all. I am not too sure about my chin, my forehead is a bit dodgy. But, overall, I can live with it.

Soon the purple dark must bruise
Lily and bleeding-heart and rose,
And the little Cupid lose
Eyes and ears and chin and nose

Where is he? Bridgerton!” he bellowed. Three chestnut heads swiveled in his direction. Simon stomped across the grass, murder in his eyes. “I meant the idiot Bridgerton.” “That, I believe,” Anthony said mildly, tilting his chin toward Colin, “would refer to you.

I like things that make you grit your teeth. I like tucking my chin in and sort of leading into the storm. I like that feeling. I like it a lot.

I don’t think it is worth explaining how a character‘s nose or chin looks. It is my feeling that readers will prefer to construct, little by little, their own characterВ—the author will do well to entrust the reader with this part of the work.

We inherit a lot from our parents: mom’s eyes, dad‘s chin, and the attitude of whichever parent isn’t punishing you at the moment. All of those things we have our mom’s to thank for.”If evolution really works, how come mothers only have two hands?”

Yesterday the IRS announced that obese Americans are entitled to certain tax breaks. Apparently, under the new rules, you’re allowed to claim two or more chins as dependents.

If I have to draw attention away from some hormone-induced acne on my chin, I put on a lot of mascara.

She smiled. “I need your opinion,” she said. “What do you think about something sleeveless for this weekend? With a cinched waist and a medium train?” I brought my hand to my chin and considered this. “Sounds okay,” I said. “But I think I’d look better in a tuxedo.

The American‘s head are on their chins a little bit at the moment

When you’re given a newspaper column, you’re not being paid to sit on a fence and scratch your chin and say ‘On the one hand this’ and ‘On the other hand that.’ You’re getting paid for your opinion.

To say he has a glass chin is an insult to glass.

I start every first draft with voice rather than theme or image or even character as such, so it isn’t like I’m ever rubbing my hands, cackling, “The dad is really going to take it on the chin in this one!” Not in terms of any given story, and certainly not in terms of the collection as a whole.

When I was a kid, I had this idea that I would have a beard when I got older. I thought it’d be nice to rub my chin.

I always had a weak chin because we couldn’t afford to correct my bite, which could have been corrected with braces. So the chin was always weak. And I always was – kind of hated my profile. And I thought wouldn’t it be nice someday to feel the rain on your chin without having to look up.

A dimple on the chin, the devil within.

I used to tremble from nerves so badly that the only way I could hold my head steady was to lower my chin practically to my chest and look up at Bogie. That was the beginning of The Look.

[Roland] jerked back too fast to see, and his fist was suddenly connecting with my chin. I didn’t pass out, but my body went limp. Part of me was screaming silently. The other part was saying, ‘Oh, what pretty trees.

He tapped my chest. ‘Happy is here.’ He tapped his own chest. ‘Here.’ I looked down past my chin. ‘Inside?’ ‘Inside.’ It was getting crowded in there. First angel. Now happy. It seemed there was more to me than cabbage and turnips.

They are this horrible thing where you are distorted. The chin is too big, the head is too small. No, this is electronic masturbation.

I watched the tears run down her cheeks and start to drip from the end of her chin. One part of me wanted to put my arms round her but I daren’t. Do that and I’d never be able to let her go.

When you’re up against a trouble, meet it squarely, face to face. Lift your chin and set your shoulders, plant your feet and take a brace. When it’s vain to try to dodge it, do the best that you can do. You may fail, but you may conquer. See it through!

Chin held high, Miss Ohio beamed at an imagined crowd. “I want to be a motivational speaker.” “What are you going to motivate people to do?” Smile still in place, she cut her eyes at Adina. “You know. Motivational … stuff.

The singular point of beautiful objects, and people, is that they are experienced not as parts, or ratios between cheekbones and chin, but as wholes. The experience of beauty is a perception, but it is one that mixes up various other sensations and makes them converge in a particular way.

I want…” he said, then hesitated, taking a breath of air and lifting his chin. “I want one pure thing in my life,” he said loudly, his voice ringing in the red-tinted air. “I want one thing I can point to and say, ‘That is good, and it’s a part of me.

I had me jaw broken, and so my chin stuck way out. That’s how I became tough – I learned to pick up anything and fight back.

It really costs me a lot emotionally to watch myself on-screen. I think of myself, and feel like I’m quite young, and then I look at this old man with the baggy chins and the tired eyes and the receding hairline and all that.

I’ll tell you what justice is. Justice is a knee in the gut from the floor on the chin at night sneaky with a knife brought up down on the magazine of a battleship sandbagged underhanded in the dark without a word of warning

I prepare for my fights to well that I don’t wanna give a chance to my opponent to crash my ‘glass chin’ as they say, so I’m knocking them in the way that I like.

There is this place in Nashville called Steak and Shake, which is pretty much the best food, ever. That is our secret, sexy place to go. When I look over at her when she’s biting into a steak sandwich and there is some steak sauce dripping down her chin, there is nothing sexier.

Throw high risers at the chin; throw peas at the knees; throw it here when they’re lookin’ there; throw it there when they’re lookin’ here.

He was WBC champion, I was mandatory. He had his opportunity to earn big money and defend against me, and he chose not to. It’s as simple as that. He did not want to fight ‘The Cobra’, cos he knew he was probably going to get one of these (his fists) on the chin and it was going to be all over.

Darling, when things go wrong in life, you lift your chin, put on a ravishing smile, mix yourself a little cocktail.

The first thing my agent told me in 1959 was he said you have to have something recognizable that people will remember. “What are you? Do you have cleft in your chin? You have a Jimmy Stewart kind of talk?” And I thought I don’t know what I can give them that will be different.

Jev stroked his chin. “Do I look like a summer fling?

Whenever I explore the land of Yin, I always take one on the chin.

There’s a whole apparatus for indie bands now, but back in the eighties it was just getting built. The early people really took it on the chin.

I’m past doing one chin-up more than I did the day before. I just kind of do what I feel like.

I got knocked down, I don’t know how many years ago and I haven’t been off my feet since, and I responded again against the best in division without the respect of having the chin I’m supposed to have.

And that is … how they are. So terribly physically all over one another. They pour themselves one over the other like so much melted butter over parsnips. They catch each other under the chin, with a tender caress of the hand, and they smile with sunny melting tenderness into each other’s face.

The unique thing about Margaret Rutherford is that she can act with her chin alone. Among its many moods I especially cherish the chin commanding, the chin in doubt, and the chin at bay.

I like tattoos. I’m gonna be covered. I’m not going to touch my face or under the chin on the neck: it’s my least favorite place.

I have the universe on my chin.

The covetous man pines in plenty, like Tantalus up to the chin in water, and yet thirsty.

It has nothing to do with clothing or makeup. Just put your shoulders back and chin up, and face the world with pride.

How many times does a man have to shave before his chin gets the message?

I saw what’s going on under my chin. I don’t want to be the one the President has to pardon on Thanksgiving.

I don’t have the body for this,” I quipped, lifting my chin to a voluptous woman nearby who shook her hips zealously to the beat. “No curves.” Jev’s eyes held mine. “Are you asking my opinion?

If I shave, I don’t have a chin anymore.

We have to figure this out, Jackson, so leash the lust.” His chin went up as he stared down at her. “Woman, you ask the impossible.” “Do it anyway!

I tilt her chin up and bend my face to hers, silently praising every woman who’s had a hand in making her who she is.

I thought symphaths didn’t have a conscience.” “I’m half my mother‘s boy, too. So I have a little.” “Aren’t you lucky.” The Reverend’s chin dipped down, and his eyes flashed pure, purple evil for a split second. Then he smiled. “No… all the rest of you are fortunate.

Isana felt her throat tighten. “We failed.” Serai lifted her chin and patted Isana’s arm firmly. “We have not yet succeeded. There is a difference.

I get whatever placidity I have from my father. But my mother taught me how to take it on the chin.

I still suffer terribly from stage fright. I get sick with fear. Not every night, but at the beginning and on occasion – not necessarily when I’m expecting it. You just have to cope with it – take it on the chin and work through it, trying to use the adrenalin to perform.

He knows I’m brutal. He’s knows I can punch hard. He knows if I connect on his chin, at any one moment, 12 three minute rounds, he’s going to be in serious trouble. If he’s not on the floor, his legs will do a funny dance.

Paul Bearer has more chins than a Chinese phone book!

For some reason, a lot of Hollywood big shots are curious to see how they’d be drawn with bulging eyes and no chin.

Jenna.” Brock stroked the underside of her chin very gently, lifting her face up toward his. “Would it be all right if I kissed you?

Ava Gardner was the most beautiful woman in the world, and it’s wonderful that she didn’t cut up her face. She addressed aging by picking up her chin and receiving the light in a better way. And she looked like a woman. She never tried to look like a girl.

That’s a movie quote, right? You know, if you do that with books, people think you’re intelligent.” Sophie lowered her chin. “If this is your pathetic attempt to seduce me again, you’re falling miserably.” “I don’t seduce woman.” Phin shoved back his chair and stood up. “They fall into my open arms.” “Clumsy of them.

it seemed a lifetime ago i’d lain in bed with Lena and felt her breath tickling my chin and held her while she slept, felt her heart beating through her skin to mine. it was a lifetime ago. everything was different.

Hey. (She took his chin in her hand so that she could move his head back and forth while she examined him.) You’re hurting in there. That would make akri very sad. He doesn’t like for his Dark-Hunters to hurt and the Simi don’t like it when akri is sad. Why are you hurt? (Simi)

I’ll have my double chins in privacy.

One of my great goals in life is to live long enough to where I am in the pulpit, preaching my heart out, and I die on the spot, my chin hits the pulpit – boom! – and I’m down and out. What a way to die!