“Spare us the pout, there’s enough lip in the world without you adding to it.”
“Hating people isn’t a productive way of living. So what’s the point in hating anyone? There’s enough hate in the world as it is, without me adding to it.”
“There’s time enough, but none to spare.”
“What do you think?” she asked, pouting her lips attempting to imitate a model . . . or a duck. I wasn’t sure which.”
“There's an old Sysan saying that the soup of life is salty enough without adding tears to it.”
“My thick and full lips shall pout their African ancestry until all sorrows are kissed out of me.”