Noses Quotes

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Edmond Rostand
“My nose is Gargantuan! You little Pig-snout, you tiny Monkey-Nostrils, you virtually invisible Pekinese-Puss, don't you realize that a nose like mine is both scepter and orb, a monument to me superiority? A great nose is the banner of a great man, a generous heart, a towering spirit, an expansive soul--such as I unmistakably am, and such as you dare not to dream of being, with your bilious weasel's eyes and no nose to keep them apart! With your face as lacking in all distinction--as lacking, I say, in interest, as lacking in pride, in imagination, in honesty, in lyricism--in a word, as lacking in nose as that other offensively bland expanse at the opposite end of your cringing spine--which I now remove from my sight by stringent application of my boot!”
Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
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James Dashner
“Hello, Noses!”
James Dashner

James Dashner
“Little booooooy," the man said, a taunting and creepy call. Definitely him - Thomas couldn't forget that voice. "Little girrrrrrrrl. Come out come out make a sound make sound. I want your noses.”
James Dashner, The Scorch Trials

Cyrano de Bergerac
“Perish the universe, provided I have my revenge!”
Cyrano de Bergerac

“What do you take me for? That fool Socrates, who upheld the law at the cost of his own death – just to be ironic? I suspect that act was actually the result of his secret embarrassment of his hideous nose.”
Benson Bruno, A Story That Talks about Talking Is Like Chatter to Chattering Teeth, and Every Set of Dentures Can Attest to the Fact That No..

James Dashner
“Several minutes passed. Several more. Nothing but silence and darkness.
"I think they're gone," Brenda whispered. She flicked on her torch.
"Hello, noses!" a hideous voice yelled from the room.
Then a bloody hand reached through the doorway and grabbed Thomas by the shirt.”
James Dashner, The Scorch Trials

“Rubbing noses with me, she laughed, and I swear the Elysian night sang with the sound of it.”
Jovee Winters

Henry James
“Changing the form of one's mission's almost as difficult as changing the shape of one's nose: there they are, each, in the middle of one's face and one's character--one has to begin too far back.”
Henry James, The Portrait of a Lady

Philip Roth
“His nose was his most distinctive feature: curved like a scimitar at the top but bent flat at the tip, and with the bone of the bridge cut like a diamond--in short, a nose out of a folktale, the sort of sizable, convoluted, intricately turned nose that, for many centuries, confronted though they have been by every imaginable hardship, the Jews have never stopped making.”
Philip Roth, Nemesis
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Nikolai Gogol
“Tomorrow at seven o'clock a strange phenomenon will occur: the earth is going to sit on the moon. This has also been written about by the noted English chemist Wellington. I confess, I felt troubled at heart when I pictured to myself the extraordinary delicacy and fragility of the moon. For the moon is usually made in Hamburg, and made quite poorly. I'm surprised England doesn't pay attention to this. It's made by a lame cooper, and one can see that the fool understands nothing about the moon. He used tarred rope and a quantity of cheap olive oil, and that's why there's a terrible stench all over the earth, so that you have to hold your nose. And that's why the moon itself is such a delicate sphere that people can't live on it, and now only noses live there. And for the same reason, we can't see our own noses, for they're all in the moon.”
Nikolai Gogol, The Collected Tales of Nikolai Gogol

Judith Ivory
“I mean it,' he said. 'I love your nose.'
Love. He'd said it. Though only for her nose ...
Her eyes grew larger, wider behind her eyeglasses. She looked afraid, yet full of hope. She was dying to believe him about something she couldn't see in herself.
'I don't like my nose,' she said.
'You're so hard on yourself. I think your nose is the best nose I've ever met.'
She gave a little snort. 'You see? The best nose. Honestly. You aren't supposed to notice a woman's nose.'
'Why not?'
'It's supposed to blend in, be part of the overall beauty of her well-proportioned face.'
'Yours is part of your overall beauty.'
She made a face at him, complete with tongue stuck out.”
Judith Ivory, The Proposition

Lisa Kleypas
“As the four young women proceeded to a hallway leading toward the morning room, they encountered Lord St. Vincent, who was strolling in the opposite direction.
Elegant and dazzling in his formal clothes, he paused and regarded Evie with a caressing smile. “You appear to be escaping from something,” he remarked.
“We are,” Evie told her husband.
St. Vincent slid his arm around Evie’s waist and asked in a conspiratorial whisper, “Where are you going?”
Evie thought for a moment. “Somewhere to powder Daisy’s nose.”
The viscount gave Daisy a dubious glance. “It takes all four of you? But it’s such a little nose.”
“We’ll only be a few minutes, my lord,” Evie said. “Will you make excuses for us?”
St. Vincent laughed gently. “I have an endless supply, my love,” he assured her.”
Lisa Kleypas, Scandal in Spring

James Hold
“They spotted the Turkey God immediately, which wasn't hard to do as he had not changed a bit since being thawed him from his icy prison in "Chariots of the Texans". He stood six-feet-seven-inches tall and had a long, hooked nose. It wasn't just a long nose; it was an enormous nose, magnificent in splendor. Indeed it was the focal point of his being. The impressive height, the lanky build, the long face with whiskered chin did nothing to distract from it. Nor did the burning eyes and long red hair, which, when loosened from its ponytail and fell forward to cover his face. Even then his humongous honker stood out like Mount Everest. It was as though his entire existence was summed up in that sacred snoot and the rest of his body had been created for no other purpose than to support the majestic beak. It was his statement of purpose, his declaration to the world, and his seal of authority. It was without a doubt the nose of a god.”
James Hold, Out of Texas 12 : The Iron Claw of Destiny, Part One

James Hold
“They spotted the Turkey God immediately, which wasn't hard to do as he had not changed a bit since being thawed from his icy prison in "Chariots of the Texans". He stood six-feet-seven-inches tall and had a long, hooked nose. It wasn't just a long nose; it was an enormous nose, magnificent in splendor. Indeed it was the focal point of his being. The impressive height, the lanky build, the long face with whiskered chin did nothing to distract from it. Nor did the burning eyes and long red hair, which, when loosened from its ponytail and fell forward to cover his face. Even then his humongous honker stood out like Mount Everest. It was as though his entire existence was summed up in that sacred snoot and the rest of his body had been created for no other purpose than to support the majestic beak. It was his statement of purpose, his declaration to the world, and his seal of authority. It was without a doubt the nose of a god.”
James Hold, Out of Texas 12 : The Iron Claw of Destiny, Part One