#sleeve

God's always got a custard pie up his sleeve. ↗

— Margaret Forster

#custard #custard pie #god #got #his

It has an air about it of having strolled in from the street with a few tricks up its sleeve, and if everybody would relax, please, it would do its best to pass the time whimsically. ↗

— Walter Kerr

#air #best #everybody #few #having

McCarthyism is Americanism with its sleeves rolled. ↗

— Joseph R. McCarthy

#mccarthyism #rolled #sleeves

I love physical sunblocks with zinc. When I used to surf, I'd sometimes tuck a bottle of sunscreen into my wet suit sleeve - when you're in the water having a great time, you're not thinking about running out to put on more sunblock. ↗

— Carolyn Murphy

#bottle #great #great time #having #i

We weren't treated as prima-donnas. We had to roll up our sleeves and graft with the groundsman. Kids don't have to do anymore. That makes you appreciate things when it turns in your favour and you become a successful professional. ↗

— Colin Cooper

#appreciate #become #favour #had #kids

God always has another custard pie up his sleeve. ↗

— Lynn Redgrave

#another #custard #custard pie #god #his

I was only going to shoot you if he was in one band. And only if it had a name like Uncle Toejam's Acid Crematorium or something. But bluegrass is good, and hey, music is MY life too. Maybe I'll actually like the guy (assuming he's around long enough). Just don't write and tell me you're in the process of stirring up some baby Custard-Mustards. ↗

— Ellen Wittlinger

#humor #realistic-fiction #ya-fiction #music

To say yes, you have to sweat and roll up your sleeves and plunge both hands into life up to the elbows. It is easy to say no, even if saying no means death. ↗

— Jean Anouilh

#death #easy #elbows #even #hands

It seems to me that those songs that have been any good, I have nothing much to do with the writing of them. The words have just crawled down my sleeve and come out on the page. ↗

— Joan Baez

#been #come #crawled #down #good

A ball had passed between my body and the right arm which supported him, cutting through the sleeve and passing through his chest from shoulder to shoulder. There was no more to be done for him and I left him to his rest. I have never mended that hole in my sleeve. ↗

— Clara Barton

#ball #between #body #chest #cutting