I wear my heart on my sleeve.
To wear your heart on your sleeve isn't a very good plan; you should wear it inside, where it functions best.
A ball had passed between my body and the right arm which supported him, cutting through the sleeve and passing through his chest from shoulder to shoulder. There was no more to be done for him and I left him to his rest. I have never mended that hole in my sleeve.
A first-rate organizer is never in a hurry. He is never late. He always keeps up his sleeve a margin for the unexpected.
Well I'm still working on The Incredibles. So I'm going to take a little time off. I've got a couple of tricks up my sleeve. I'm not ready to talk about them yet, but expect the unexpected.
It seems to me that those songs that have been any good, I have nothing much to do with the writing of them. The words have just crawled down my sleeve and come out on the page.
A true leader always keeps an element of surprise up his sleeve, which others cannot grasp but which keeps his public excited and breathless.
I never give my real self. I have a hundred sides, and I turn first one way and then the other. I am playing a deep game. I have a number of strong cards up my sleeve. I have never been myself, excepting to two friends.
God always has another custard pie up his sleeve.
I do not wear my emotions on my sleeve. I was once described by my own son Stephen as an emotional ostrich.
Some people wear their heart up on their sleeve. I wear mine underneath my right pant leg, strapped to my boot.
God's always got a custard pie up his sleeve.
I was always the child who wore her emotions on her sleeve.
It was an amazing mistake to lose 10p on every copy because your sleeve is so expensive.
I do not come bearing a party label on my sleeve - or a quick fix in my back pocket. I do not come with a rigid ideology in my heart - or a soul that tells me to go it alone. I do not come to uproot tradition - or to be imprisoned by it.
I'd like to think the best of me was still hiding up in my sleeve.
With the media, I could be quick and ugly and critical. I tend to wear my emotions on my sleeve.
I have always been a very passionate player and person. I often wear my emotions on my sleeve, sometimes for better, sometimes for worse. I hope that my teammates always respect that of me, as I trust they know my commitment to winning. For those I've offended, I offer my most sincere apologies.
Tomorrow is going to be a fun day. I've got a couple of things under my sleeve. I want to try something new. Everything I did today, you've seen before. I am going to try some new things tomorrow.
It's a two-day operation. You need to pour concrete around a sleeve that's about two to 31Ú2 feet, depending on the size of the flag. The next day, you stick the pole in it, and put fine sand around (the base).
I always have something up my sleeve. We'll see what happens.
I got a trick up my sleeve for when we really need it so we'll just get ourselves in position, and we're going to be alright, guys.
We may have been the junior partner in the enterprise, but the ace up our sleeve was that America did not want to go it alone.
A ball had passed between my body and the right arm which supported him, cutting through the sleeve and passing through his chest from shoulder to shoulder. There was no more to be done for him and I left him to his rest. I have never mended that hole in my sleeve. I wonder if a soldier ever does mend a bullet hole in his coat?
We don't have anything up our sleeve ready to go. There's a lot to flesh out. But we want to at least start the discussion.