The unique thing about Margaret Rutherford is that she can act with her chin alone. Among its many moods I especially cherish the chin commanding, the chin in doubt, and the chin at bay.
Whenever I explore the land of Yin, I always take one on the chin.
You can deceive yourself into thinking that America is a technological leader, but if you don't see what anyone else is doing you have no accurate assessment - you can't make an accurate assessment of where you fit and why. I consider our moving frontier in space as the anecdote to that downward trend.
You can't learn to take a punch. Whether you have a glass chin or you don't, the only way of finding out is having it land.
I always had a weak chin because we couldn't afford to correct my bite, which could have been corrected with braces. So the chin was always weak. And I always was - kind of hated my profile. And I thought wouldn't it be nice someday to feel the rain on your chin without having to look up.
Listen, if anyone hits you on the chin you are probably going to get hurt.
With the overhand right in the past, I always got caught. My chin was up, and my shoulder wasn't where it was supposed to be, covering my chin.
I've a tiny little scar on my chin from when I fell over on stage, bust my chin open and bled everywhere.
This land is your land, this land is my land, From California to the New York Island. From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters This land was made for you and me.
The chin a little higher, dear. Style largely depends on the way the chin is worn. They are worn very high, just at present.
We have not invaded anyone. We have not conquered anyone. We have not grabbed their land, their culture, their history and tried to enforce our way of life on them.
Almost nothing anyone told me about Harvard has been accurate.
On the feet, I realized that it will be hard for anyone to knock me out, I have a solid chin and everything will be alright.
It has been my unbroken policy not to see newspaper writers or give interviews to anyone. At the word interview spoken or written my ears go up and my chin out.
This land is your land and this land is my land, sure, but the world is run by those that never listen to music anyway.
And in the afternoon they entered a land - but such a land! A land hung in mourning, darkened by gigantic cypresses, submerged; a land of reptiles, silence, shadow, decay.