We might knit that knot with our tongues that we shall never undo with our teeth.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
If a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.
If the tongue had not been framed for articulation, man would still be a beast in the forest.
When we, as humans, articulate, our tongues tend to hit the back of the teeth.
I'll dispose of my teeth as I see fit, and after they've gone, I'll get along. I started off living on gruel, and by God, I can always go back to it again.
I have invited our little seamstress to take her thread and needle and sew our two mouths together.
Let us have a dagger between our teeth, a bomb in our hands, and an infinite scorn in our hearts.
As much as I'd like to meet the tooth fairy on an evening walk, I don't really believe it can happen.
Battle, n., A method of untying with the teeth a political knot that would not yield to the tongue.
We will stomp to the top with the wind in our teeth.
I'd love to get my teeth into Shakespeare.