I'm not afraid of anyone. I'm not shy about anything. Not even my big nose.
When have you looked?" said Sophie. "Oh, how your rears flap and your long nose twitches", Howl croaked.
Smokers are well aware of the health risks of smoking. There's no need to rub their noses in it, ... All that is needed is a simple written warning.
What's that smell?" I froze. What? Did I really smell so distasteful he had only to lean in my direction to catch a putrid whiff of me? I stayed the urge to break his freaking nose for pointing out my stinkiness. He sniffed again. "I can't place it." "How bad is it?" I asked, my cheeks heating. "It's good. Some kind of flower." My first thought: Hurray! I don't stink. My second: Ohmygod!
He was in my nose, my mouth, on my skin, inside my cells, deep in the marrow of my bones. Just then, he was everything to me.
Ava said her hand accidentally slipped and made contact with her guy's nose. I said Repeatedly? And she said, 'Uh, yeah. I'm really clumsy.
Blood spurted from his nose. Okay, I couldn't help myself. I burst out laughing.
And that love that wrinkles your nose touches my foolish heart.
I think the Romans must have aggravated one another very much, with their noses. Perhaps, they became the restless people they were, in consequence.
I am at the moment deaf in the ears, hoarse in the throat, red in the nose, green in the gills, damp in the eyes, twitchy in the joints and fractious in temper from a most intolerable and oppressive cold.