Discover the most popular and inspiring quotes and sayings on the topic of Mousy. Share them with your friends on social media platforms like Facebook, Twitter, or your personal blogs, and let the world be inspired by their powerful messages. Here are the Top 100 Mousy Quotes And Sayings by 95 Authors including Isaac Mizrahi,Olivia Cunning,Fred Barnett,Mal Peet,Zayn Malik for you to enjoy and share.
A mutt is couture-it's the only one like it in the world, made especially for you.
Girl ... you're seriously crackin' a moisty right now, aren't you?
What Mufy means is that he is in possession of rather capacious breasts for a male of the human species
Fluke me, Murdstone.
Quick! Do a roly, roly poly!
Moujiks. Right. What's a moujik?" the Tsar asked.
"Peasants, your majesty."
"Pheasants?"
"No! Peasants.
Why darling, I'm your Auntie Mame!
Gilly Gilleshpee
For She's a Squishy Marshmallow
What ho!" I said.
"What ho!" said Motty.
"What ho! What ho!"
"What ho! What ho! What ho!"
After that it seemed rather difficult to go on with the conversation.
A Kiss," said Mogget sleepily. "Actually, just a breath would do. But you have to start kissing someone sometime, I suppose."
"A breath?" she asked. She didn't want to kiss just any wooden man. He looked nice enough, but he might not be like his looks. A kiss seemed too forward.
I shall call him Tufty.
A little Toffee Crunch,
Good morning, Meroe,' I said, dusting uselessly at my tracksuit pants. 'Might I interest you in today's special, pre-floured kitten?
in mushy, wet oatmeal. "Are
Oh Mokona, you're such a tease! ~Fai D. Flowright
Mi-yammi! The extraordinary city, with its Judeo-Cubano population, its mix of surgical-appliance and sex-fetishist obsessions, takes the American melting pot past the boil. It represents pretty much everything Patrick J. Buchanan hates.
Sucktastic!"-Leo
I was wondering how you got all that out of a single moooooo
Cucullus non facit monachum; that's as much to say, as I wear not motley in my brain.
Seriously", Macey snapped. "go. Kiss. A baby"
"can you believe her?" Preston asked, coking his head towards macey." everytime she sees me, all she does is call me baby and talk about kissing."
Macey looked like she wanted to kill him. But I kind of wanted to laugh.
What the ever-loving fuck was a cuddle puddle?
Mo Yan is a writer who, defiantly in the face of those who wish his work were less cartoonish and more straightforward in its political meanings, continues to sing his own peculiar and alluring song.
I need some Ummagumma.
That isn't the plural of moose. It's moosi.
And what do YOU like in life?' [the priest] asks me, ready to play the patronising game at my expense in order to raise a giggle from the rest of the class, thus rendering him popular for a few perverse minutes. 'Mott The Hoople,' I answer truthfully.
Malory! You've got a chipmunk on your pussy!
Zip zop wop boopity bop.
Happy New Year, Matty." She turned off the television and rolled onto her side. "Matty, I have another question for you." "Uh-oh." "Are you a skilled lover?" "And that concludes our evening chat." "I bet I could be a skilled lover. I'm very energetic. And a quick learner.
Is that your granny?" Ranger wanted to know.
"Yup. She was checking to make sure Moogey was here."
"You've got a helluva gene pool, babe.
I wear not motley in my brain. Good madonna, give me leave to prove you a fool.
Boogey boogey boogey
Aggle flabble kabble . . . snurp?
Everything I do is Mingus.
I fink it is a femuw. A femuw of a winowcowus ... A a-stinct winocowus.
I'm hyper-aware of my last name and it's lack of Derby or Horowtiz-esque sonorousness. Moffett sounds like a type of couch cushion. I guess I'm hoping to start a wave of first-name usage.
Soon the Boggy Mun would open up shop. I wore no cloak and had no pockets. I carried my knife and salt in a basket. Little Red Riding Hood, skipping off into the woods. And whom will she meet?
Why, her own self, of course: the wolf.
The bisy larke, messager of day.
I must to the barber's, mounsieur; for methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face; and I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me I must scratch.
Coowie it's the happiest way of saying hello
JUST THINK OF THIS AS MY LITTLE GIFT TO YOU," says Owen Meany
Your Wheezy, sir, your Wheezy - Wheezy who is giving Dobby his sweater!
A lovely evening of new idioms and fresh mozzarella.
Pissy is a nice way to say bitchy, but I'm okay with it.
Brainy. Definitely the new Sexy.
I'm a Muun of my word
Mr. Invisible Baggins
Moo may represent an idea, but only the cow knows.
I'm a small shifty kind of guy.
Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were
Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, and Peter.
Putting masala on the situation
You probably think I'm a floosy," she went on.
"A floosy?" he whispered back, and chuckled. "First off, I love that you said 'floosy.' Second, you're crazy. I hope you kiss me like that again." He leaned in close. "And again and again.
Wow...that was SQUISHY.
In defiance of Miss Maccalariat I'd like to commit hanky-panky with you, Miss Adora Belle Dearheart ... well, certainly hanky, and possibly panky when we get to know one another better.
Bootie Grant Glover! You do amaze me!" Mem stared at her sister. "Do I understand this? You're giving me permission to engage in a romantic tryst?"
"Certainly not!" Bootie pulled to her full diminished height. "I'm merely saying if disaster strikes, I won't abandon you.
My baby does the hanky panky.
Oh lord and master. High muckety-muck.
Foxy, you made me blow a load in my jeans.
Snooty knew measly talked muchly.
Cruddy Mouthbreather
Congratulations, Mousey, you've managed to insult every marsupial in the country in just under three kilometers.
Mogget's voice. Sam whirled around. "Mogget? Is that you? Where are you?" "Here, and regretting it as per usual," replied Mogget, and a small white cat sauntered out from behind a fern tree.
I think we can all agree. SHINEY.
Beh oui. Better sticky than burned.
You're damn skippy I am.
I'm the 'Muskrat Love' girl.
So weenybeenyveenyteeny.
You are your So(u)lution.
You need to cool it some, geek." said Motti. "Why not go to the fridge, open the door, and stand there for a minute? Then grab a beer from inside and bring it to me." Jonah smiled despite himself. "Good of you to think of my welfare like that.
One of the two of us, thought Mosca, is in a lot of trouble right now. I wonder which of us it is? She isn't turning pale or plucking at her handkerchief. Oh draggles, I think it's me.
Such things happen," said Too-ticky
Rumo!" said Rumo.
"That's right!" Smyke exclaimed. "You Rumo, me Smyke."
"You Rumo, me Smyke." Rumo repeated eagerly.
"No, no." Smyke chuckled.
You better get used to touchy-feely around here, sweetie
Two little mice fell in a bucket of cream. The first mouse quickly gave up and drowned. The second mouse, wouldn't quit. He struggled so hard that eventually he churned that cream into butter and crawled out. Gentlemen, as of this moment, I am that second mouse.
How do you call among you the little mouse, the mouse that jumps?" Paul asked, remembering the pop-hop of motion at Tuono Basin. He illustrated with one hand. A chuckle sounded through the troop. "We call that one muad'dib," Stilgar said. Jessica
Mr. Sausage Nose
Rosie Germaine Mole.
Shaggy wrapper, flapping hat, and muddy legs, was rather
That's right," said Eeyore. "Sing. Umty-tiddly, umty-too. Here we go gathering Nuts and May. Enjoy yourself."
"I am," said Pooh.
Let me repeat with quite force: I was, and still am, despite mes malheurs, an exceptionally handsome male; slow moving tall, with dark soft hair and a gloomy but all the more seductive cast of demeanour.
He ain't kissin' yo' mouf when he carry on over yuh lak dat. He's kissin' yo' foot and 'tain't in uh man tuh kiss foot long. Mouf kissin' is on uh equal and dat's natural but when dey got to bow down tuh love, dey soon straightens up.
Don't go all mushy on me," I warn him, half-kidding. "Baby," he says, kissing my chin and pressing his weight on me. "Have you felt how hard I am? There ain't a mushy bone in me.
cheery as a cherrio
My little cup brims with tiddles.
Is John Motson still wearing his shepherdskin coat?
You doin' okay this mornin', Jussy?
Bindy Mackenzie talks like a horse.
No, officer, I have no idea why I'm wearing this possum costume. I called you what? OH. My bad.
-Nastasya
I think Zippy is part of me, but I'm not Zippy.
Since a cold shower wasn't handy, I decided to walk my squishy off. - Nixie
Meredith Chambers, hottest romance agent in New York, filthiest mouth east of the Mississippi. Or west, come to think of it. Some women walking by give her a shocked, slightly annoyed expression. She responds with aplomb. "Legs together, ladies. I'm not afraid of a little muff diving.
Brainy's the new sexy.
Well, come back and have tea with us," saidMoon-Face. "Silky's got some Pop Biscuits -andI've made some Google Buns. I don't often makethem-and I tell you they're a treat!
And mo the merier is a Prouerbe eke.
[The more the merrier.]
Have an eye to the molasses tierce, Mr. Stubb; it was a little leaky, I thought. If ye touch at the islands, Mr. Flask, beware of fornication.
Your sensitivity, your tenderness, your eyes make me pick up my pen and write, Mrignayni!
Jill showed friend Kay the cute white mice.
They liked to run races for cheese.
Mice were lots of fun to play with.
Jill said, "Take Poopsie, the male one, please!
Good," said Moobin. "Any questions?"
"Yes," said Tiger. "Why do inflammable and flammable mean the same thing?"
"Sorry, I should rephrase that: Any questions relating to the job at hand?"
There weren't.
"Well," said Moobin with finality, "there it is, then. Rest well.
I've got to go."
"Go where?"
"To go. I'd have just taken care of it myself, but it looks like you want to come along."
Mott cursed. "Wait for morning."
"Wish I could. I've been cursed with my mother's pea-size bladder.
IT'S LATE AND I feel fuzzy.