Quotes About Teeth

werewolves were members of the old Danish families who owned slaves. Their transformation was God's punishment for their wrongdoings. You could spy their teeth and claws at night, even when they were in their human guise, so they often wore gloves and scarves, even in the hottest times of the year.

if anyone bothered to search through the laurel bordering the asphalt he'd surely find handfuls of teeth that were said to give the laurel its odd milky color, ivory with a pale pink edge, each blossom forming the shape of a bitter man's mouth.

She could feel the crunch of city grit between her back teeth.

Her teeth were crowded to the front of her mouth as if they were ready for an argument

learned from them that he couldn't wait for Fanny to share, "we survived living in New York. Fight with me," he said. "Scream. You have nice big teeth; bite me." Fanny's lovely mouth was shaping the words, in horror, "Bite me?" "But don't just go off inside yourself and assume

When he laughed, Roy's mouth revealed a Stonehenge of ancient teeth.

ADAGE, n. Boned wisdom for weak teeth.

Smile, I said. You're not trying to sell him your teeth.

Left one for you, kiddo, he imagined the fat man telling him. Marshall's skull grinned with small, sharp, slanting teeth. Might come in handy. You never know. In another couple days, when you're too weak to stand, it might be just what the doctor ordered. Swallow one as needed for pain and call me never.

Without understanding exactly how the trap got sprung, he can feel its teeth in him.

The good thing about carrying on a conversation with a phantom voice projected by some fragment of your shattered subconscious is, you can brush your teeth at the same time.

He was surrounded by peasants, on whom the teeth of his arguments could find no purchase.

Look Ma! No cavities!

The fathers have eaten a sour grape, and the children's teeth are set on edge.

Smile — sunshine is good for your teeth.

You don't have to brush your teeth — just the ones you want to keep.

Smile, it lets your teeth breathe.

No matter how grouchy you're feeling, You'll find the smile more or less healing. It grows in a wreath All around the front teeth— Thus preserving the face from congealing.

for frail but surprisingly strong fairies who had lost their way above ground for burned mermaids and sick vampire girls for wild wolfish women with sharp teeth and leaves in their hair

She rides the sandworm of space! She guides through all storms Into the land of gentle winds. Though we sleep by the snake's den, She guards our dreaming sould. Shunning the desert heat, She hides us in a cool hollow. The gleaming of her white teeth Guides us in the night. By the braids of her hair We are lifted to heaven! Sweet fragrance, flower-scented, Surrounds us in her presence.

The mouth snaked toward the narrow crack where Paul and Jessica huddled. Cinnamon yelled in their nostrils. Moonlight flashed from crystal teeth.

Crystal teeth flashed in the dim light. He saw the yawning mouth-cavern with, far back, the ambient movement of dim flame. The overpowering redolence of the spice swept over him. But the worm had stopped. It remained in front of him as First Moon lifted over the butte. The light reflected off the worm's teeth outlining the faery glow of chemical fires deep within the creature.

They can afford to smile because they all have teeth so dazzling if they dropped them in the snow they'd be lost forever.

Evil has ways of surprising one. Suddenly it turns round and says: "You have misunderstood me," and perhaps it really is so. Evil transforms itself into your own lips, lets itself be gnawed at by your teeth, and with these new lips -- no former ones fitted smoothly to your gums -- to your own amazement you utter the words of goodness.