These are Tyler’s words coming out of my mouth. I am Tyler’s mouth. I am Tyler’s hands.
The best-trained part of us, though, is the mouth, it is always obediently and devoutly shut. And it’s only too true: an open mouth is a yawning fact, the fact that its owner is dwelling with his few thoughts in some other place than the domain and pleasure-garden of attentiveness.
A cigarette, a sip, a question; breathing, drinking and asking, she demonstrates all the basic applications for the human mouth.
Kuwa mwangalifu unapoongea na watu. Huwajui!
Put your mouth on mine, Little Raven. I’m ready for a taste of lemon cake,
The faithfulness of the Lord is so great that no mind can comprehend it, no hand can fold it, no mouth can describe it and no experience can compete with it. All that our hearts will need, His hands will provide!
The sound of the words as they’re said is always different from the sound they make when they’re heard, because the speaker hears some of the sound from the inside
I try to think of things to say but nothing comes, and if something did come I probably couldn’t say it. This is my great obstacle, the biggest of all the boulders littering my path. In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, it all collapses.
If you want a fried fish to fly and enter your mouth, you must keep waiting till the unending time ends. Dead fish doesn’t fly. If you want to eat it, your own hands must carry it.
A model’s opinion seldom matters. The only time that he is required to open his mouth is when he is required to smile at the camera.