Quotes About Cough

Imaju tri stvari koje se ne daju sakriti, a to su: ljubav, kašalj i siromaštvo.

Sometimes I tic or twitch or cough, and it's a very public thing.

The scent of elder bushes, the sporting prints in the hall, The croquet matches in summer, the handshake, the cough, the kiss, There is always a wicked secret, a private reason for this. —W. H. Auden

on a cough, but of course there was

throat and eyes and made her cough constantly.

C'mon on down to the Whiff and Spit; snuff it up and cough it out," Lewis chanted, giving it a catchy rhythem.

Love, fire, a cough, the itch, and gout are not to be concealed.

I think Robitussin is way underrated.

Mr. Snagsby, as a timid man, is accustomed to cough with a variety of expressions, and so to save words.

Oh, don't cough, Ernest. When one is dictating one should speak fluently and not cough. Besides, I don't know how to spell a cough.

I used to cough to cover a fart, now I fart to cover a cough.

I am sorry to say that Mr. Poe had not done a very good job so far, and that the Baudelaires had learned that the only thing they could rely on with Mr. Poe was that he always had a cough.

Klaus, and Sunny had been many, many times to Mr. Poe's office at the bank, where he coughed and talked on the phone and made decisions

I do not cough for my own amusement.

I do not cough for my own amusement, replied Kitty fretfully.

Filled with a coward rage that dares to burn but does not dare to blaze, Lord Emsworth coughed a cough that was undisguisedly a bronchial white flag.

He coughed again, that deferential cough of his which sounds like a well-bred sheep clearing its throat on a distant mountain-top.

He looked like a horse with a secret sorrow. He coughed three times, like a horse who, in addition to a secret sorrow, had contracted asthma.

This is some sort of joke, isn't it? asks Hunt, staring at the flawless blue sky and distant fields. I cough as lightly and briefly as possible into a handkerchief I have made from a towel borrowed from the inn. Probably, I say. But then, what isn't?

This is some sort of joke, isn't it?" asks Hunt, staring at the flawless blue sky and distant fields. I cough as lightly and briefly as possible into a handkerchief I have made from a towel borrowed from the inn. "Possibly," I say. "But then, what isn't?

Love and a cough cannot be hidden.

it?" "Friday, April fourth, ma'am." She coughs. Then she doubles over and coughs

will involuntarily expel the spores in a single explosive death cough. THAT is the moment to panic and leap out of the nearest window--irrespective of which floor you're on, or whether it is open or not.

On Sackville Street, a girl who seemed to be about to choke coughed up something from her very core. / She wipes her mouth on her jute cloak / and reloads her father's four-bore. / The sky is full of coal dust.