Quotes About Teeth

Every body knows Aunty. Stoan boans and iron tits and teef be twean her legs plus she has a iron willy for the ladys it gets red hot. When your time comes you have to do the juicy with her like it or not. She rides a girt big rat with red eyes it can see in the dark and it can smel whos ready for Aunty. Even if they dont know it ther selfs the rat can smel if theyre ready.

Here is the thing about human teeth: they're the only tissue we've got that doesn't self-regenerate. You cut your skin, it heals, but your teeth just sit there getting covered in plaque (food particles, which are unavoidable if you eat food, which you have to do to live) until they decay. Ridiculous!

A man in a cloud, with icicle teeth and eyes of fire.

This is "poetry," this song of the wind across teeth, this message from the flayed tongue to the flayed ear.

The pain of what? The pain of the raw torn places, the damaged membranes where he'd whanged up against the Great Indifference of the Universe. One big shark's mouth, the universe. Row after row of razor-sharp teeth.

I like to do weird things in the shower, like drink my coffee, brush my teeth and drink a smoothie. It's good time management.

And because my teeth don't bite, I can take them out dancing I can take my little teeth out and show them a real good time

teeth. It was her offering which Aivas was rejecting. 'Of course,' and she brightened, 'we could keep some around to study and learn from, couldn't we?' She saw the horror and disgust of some of her colleagues. 'No, I guess we couldn't. Ah, well, back to microscope. My 98th batch of trials today.

Do you see what I am! Why, if God exists, does He suffer me to exist!' I said to him. 'You talk of sacrilege!' He dug his nails into my hands, trying to free himself, his missal dropping to the floor, his rosary clattering in the folds of his cassock. He might as well have fought the animated statues of the saints. I drew my lips back and showed him my virulent teeth. 'Why does He suffer me to live!' I said.

Yes, I have often battled Grief. / Both of us used our teeth.

I like that Zarek. He quality people! He even gave me a can opener so I don't have to use my fangs. I like that. Metal is hard on the teeth. Pork and beans popsicle. Yummy! My favorite! (Simi)

You drank my blood? Nick Aye Aeron Dude, that's gross. I hope you brushed your teeth afterward. Saw a dentist. Drank a gallon of Listerine. Nick I told you he wouldn't be angry for it. Nashira

Vampires have bright eyes glistening white teeth unnaturally smooth skin and a certain animal magnetism. If they aren't pretty they starve. It's sort of like life in Los Angeles.

That's a big nose," he croaked and instantly realized he shouldn't have said something so impolite. I must be light headed, e thought. But the face smiled. The teeth seemed inordinatley white against the dark beard and skin. The only one I have," he said.

I looked at his teeth. That's what people seem to do when they look at animals. They look at their teeth.

The tongue is a boneless creature that is more deadly than a rattlesnake, and lurking behind the enamel fence of your teeth, it is always ready to strike.

In the cafés of Leman Street the only way to get tea without sugar was to put your hand across the cup before they could spoon it in. Such habits were almost solely responsible for British teeth.

I want to brush my teeth," she said. Before she knew what was happening, Thatcher leaned over and kissed her. Very quickly, very softly. "You're fine," he said. "I detect a trace of vinaigrette, but it's really very pleasant." He held the flute out to her, and as it gave her something to do other than fall over backward, she accepted it.

He had a cute little gap in his teeth that I'd never noticed before.

The city, a beast all its own: a beast of stone with iron teeth and a heart of hot meat, pulsing living blood through its arteries and avenues.

Perceval embraced her, and she smelled the blood and the antiseptic, and when she lowered her mouth over Rien's, Rien tasted the faint sourness of uncleaned teeth. One would think her colony would take care of that for her, but then, it had perhaps been busy.

Maybe rebellion had gotten its teeth into her soul.

What sort of hounds are those?" "Faerie hounds, Sir Poet," Puck answered, putting Kit's boot as he hung the little silk pouch around his neck. "With yawning mouths, sharp teeth, and wet lolling tongus. Fleet of limb, compact of foot, and tireless in the hunt.

She smiled, showing flesh-tearing teeth, and undressed him quite meticulously with her eyes.