Top 869 Throat Quotes & Sayings

Sometimes a role might be difficult on my throat.

I shall seize fate by the throat.

There have been times when things get stuck in my throat, but you just work it up or down. Like how a swimmer probably can't imagine drowning - their bodies are so used to being in the water. I'm so used to shoving things down my throat.

I'm the guy they used to call Deep Throat.

I felt a lump in my throat as the ball went in.

A throat-coating tea with some honey is very soothing for my throat, so I always travel with that.

I like television that grabs you by your throat.

In church your grandsire cut his throat; to do the job too long he tarried: he should have had my hearty vote to cut his throat before he married.

I don't use supari at all, as that gets stuck in your throat.

Their monument sticks like a fishbone in the city's throat.

Dutch is not so much a language as an ailment of the throat.

The most famous rumor for me is that I had throat cancer. I never had throat cancer... I don't know why that started... The way I sing, probably.

Ray Garton never fails to go for the throat!

...her cry is a hook and it catches me in the throat.

I would have spoken, had my heart not been in my throat

A flatterers throat is an open Sepulcher.

Many composers today don't know what the human throat is.

Kids can be a pain in the neck when they're not a lump in your throat.

You'd have a good voice, if it ever came out of your throat.

I exist. It's sweet, so sweet, so slow. And light: you'd think it floated all by itself. It stirs. It brushes by me, melts and vanishes. Gently, gently. There is bubbling water in my mouth. I swallow. It slides down my throat, it caresses me — and now it comes up again into my mouth. For ever I shall have a little pool of whitish water in my mouth - lying low - grazing my tongue. And this pool is still me. And the tongue. And the throat is me.

Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat.

I was a naturally aggressive left-back, a cut-throat tackler.

Later when I thought of the chickens, one of those rare pale blue eggs rose up into my throat. The chickens had been part of our family, and the egg in my throat was the feeling of something missing. It was hard and smooth and heavy, but also so fragile it might break and make me cry. It was the feeling of growing out of a favorite shirt, milk spilled on the floor, the last bit of honey in the jar, falling apple blossoms. It was the lump in the throat behind everything beautiful in life.

His wedding gift, clasped round my throat. A choker of rubies, two inches wide, like an extraordinarily precious slit throat.

Even if my throat bleeds from singing and my body breaks from dancing,I will never give up on stage.Under the circumstances where you cannot enjoy yourself whole-heartedly.Just scream and shout 'till your throat hurts

When we prescribe antibiotics for a strep throat, it's not even for the strep throat. It's for the complications of the strep throat.

I have a perfect cure for a sore throat: cut it.

When death has you by the throat, you don't mince words.

The brazen throat of war.

The throat chakra is the center that is aesthetic. It gives an appreciation of beauty.

The gash in its throat was shocking, but not pathetic.

Hope is a song in a weary throat.

Religion has certainly been shoved down my throat.

I did have a lucky thing going on there in my throat.

I'd hate to be a giraffe with a sore throat.

Whiskey: a torchligh procession marching down your throat.

In thy foul throat thou liest.

Girl with the burning golden eyes, And red-bird song, and snowy throat: I bring you gold and silver moons, And diamond stars, and mists that float. I bring you moons and snowy clouds, I bring you prarie skies to-night To feebly praise your golden eyes And red-bird song, and throat so white. ~Vachel Lindsay "To Gloriana" God wrote His loveliest poem on the day He made the first silver poplar tree, And set it high upon a pale-gold hill For all the new enchanted earth to see.

I'm not trying to shove anything down anybody's throat.

You moved my head so that it was lying in your lap. "Keep your eyes open," you said. "Stay with me." I tried. It felt like I was using every muscle in my face. But I did it. I saw you from upside down, your lips above my eyes and your eyes above my lips. "Talk to me," you said. My throat felt like it was closing up, as if my skin had swollen, making my throat a lump of solid flesh. I gripped your hand. "Keep watching me, then," you said. "Keep listening.

In the stillness, a fly would not have dared clear it's throat.

You need that guy like a giraffe needs strep throat.

Stop trying to be what society's shoving down your throat.

I cleared my throat - it isn't frogs you get in your throat; it's memories.

I had a sore throat for a long time and it scared me. I saw a lump in my throat and I was terrified. I wouldn't go to a doctor.

For a sore throat I take arnica, just a tiny pill dissolved under my tongue. And because your throat is like a muscle, I keep mine warm drinking herbal teas, usually camomile.

Being an M.C. is all about just going for the throat.

Place a padlock on your throat and hide the key.

We roared. We were one big animal throat, roaring.

Once at a record store in San Francisco, over a thousand kids showed up. They pushed forward and broke a window. A big piece of glass fell on top of this girl. And the girl's throat was slit. She just got slit. And I remember there was blood everywhere. Oh God, so much blood. And she grabbed her throat and was bleeding and everyone just ignored her. Why? Because I was there and they wanted to grab at me and get my autograph. I wonder whatever happened to that girl.

A shadow is hard to seize by the throat and dash to the ground.

After all, it is not where one washes one's neck that counts but where one moistens one's throat.

A lump in the throat is worth two on the head.

A poem begins with a lump in the throat

You can't jam change down the American people's throat.

I use throat sprays on stage, but most of the throat sprays I was using had alcohol or other carcinogens in them, stuff I wanted to keep away from myself. So I started making a recipe for my own throat spray that was more of a natural approach to everything.

When I eat cilantro, it's like someone sprayed perfume down my throat. It closes up my throat, even if there's only a little piece. I like Mexican food, and I'll go out to a Mexican restaurant and tell them, 'Look, I will die if you get cilantro in my food.' Then there's always that one little piece that falls in, and I gag.

When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn’t have you by the throat.

I want to seize fate by the throat.

Don't cut my throat, I may want to do that later myself.