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Quotations: Dentists, Teeth, Dental Work, etc.
Welcome to my page of quotations about dental work, dentists, teeth, toothaches, and the like. I do quite love my own dentist so am sorry to say that these are not all positive quotes about the profession which keeps us smiling, but there's not much poetry in the drill. Except there literally is one below from Mrs. Miniver, my favorite dental literary harvest thus far. An author who thinks to associate John Donne with dental work has an interesting mind indeed. So floss, smile, and enjoy the quotes!
The tongue is ever turning to the aching tooth. ~Thomas Fuller
I've been to the dentist several times so I know the drill. ~Author Unknown
Smile, it lets your teeth breathe. ~Author Unknown
Some old women and men grow bitter with age; the more their teeth drop out, the more biting they get. ~George D. Prentice
It is guaranteed to put all teeth on edge including George Washington's, wherever they might be. ~Author Unknown
When fortune turns against you, even jelly breaks your teeth. ~Proverb
Effort is like toothpaste: you can usually squeeze out just a little bit more. ~Author Unknown
He must have seen me looking at his mouth, for he explained, 'I had very good dentures once. Some magnificent gold work. It's the only form of jewelry a man can wear that women fully appreciate. Dear things, they like to put their lips on gold.' ~Graham Greene, Travels With My Aunt
Blessed are they who hold lively conversations with the helplessly mute, for they shall be called dentists. ~Ann Landers
Dentists are medical professionals who help you put your money where your mouth is. ~Author Unknown
A man begins cutting his wisdom teeth the first time he bites off more than he can chew. ~Herb Caen
Men often think submission indicates weakness, that letting someone else take charge betrays a character deficit. But we all submit to strangers who drill into our teeth as long as we can see the parchment on their wall which reads "Dentist." ~Edmond Manning, King Perry
"Quite comfortable?" asked Mr. Hinchley when he had played his usual little overture upon the various pedals and handles of his adjustable chair.
"Quite, thank you," said Mrs. Miniver. Horribly, she felt inclined to add. For really it was the refinement of civilized cruelty, this spick, span, and ingenious affair of shining leather and gleaming steel, which hoisted you and tilted you and fitted reassuringly into the small of your back and cupped your head tenderly between padded cushions. It ensured for you a more complete muscular relaxation than any armchair that you could buy for your own home: but it left your tormented nerves without even the solace of a counter-irritant. In the old days the victim's attention had at least been distracted by an ache in the back, a crick in the neck, pins and needles in the legs, and the uneasy tickling of plush under the palm. But now, too efficiently suspended between heaven and earth, you were at liberty to concentrate on hell.
~Jan Struther, Mrs. Miniver, 1930s
"A lit-tle wi-der," said Mr. Hinchley indulgently, dividing the words into separate syllables as though he were teaching a very small child to read.... Mrs. Miniver obeyed meekly and resigned herself to the exquisite discomfort of the electric drill. It was a pity, she felt, that this instrument had been invented during a period when scientific images in poetry were out of favour. To the moderns, who had been brought up with it, it was presumably vieux jeu. They took it for granted; it did not fire their imagination like the pylons and the power-houses which were now the fashionable emotive symbols. But oh, what Donne could have made of it, if it had been invented in his time! With what delight he would have seized upon it, with what harsh jostling and grinding of consonants he would have worked out metaphor after metaphor, comparing its action to that of all the worst tormentors of the heart: to jealousy, to remorse, to the sharp gnawing of a bad conscience and the squalid nagging of debt....
Oh! page John Donne.... Run, buttoned cherubim, through the palm lounges and gilt corridors of heaven.... And tell him that there are at least two poems waiting to be written in Mr. Hinchley's surgery. Miss Bligh will hand him a pen.
~Jan Struther, Mrs. Miniver, 1930s
Mrs. Miniver kept her eyes focused as long as possible upon the far distance, hoping that they would take her other senses with them. But they didn't. The drill was too insistent. So presently she brought them back and cast a reproachful spaniel-glance upwards at Mr. Hinchley, which he was too much absorbed to see. She devoted the next few minutes to making a slow, dispassionate study of his left eyebrow, which was a good enough shape as eyebrows go; and then decided that nothing but a deep romantic love could make the human face tolerable at such close quarters.
The far and the near having both failed her, she explored the middle distance: the embossed plaster patterns on the ceiling; the round, white lamp—an albino moon—which hung between her and the window; the X-ray machine; the sterilizer; the glass bowl on her left with the tumbler of pink mouth-wash beside it; and on her right the large composite fitment, so absurdly like a porcelain snowman, out of which burgeoned, among other things, this insufferable, this inescapable, this altogether abominable drill.
~Jan Struther, Mrs. Miniver, 1930s
Miss Bligh, as though by prestidigitation, suddenly held a syringe between her scarlet finger-tips.... The prick of the injection was sharp, but its effect was magical. In an instant the left-hand side of her face ceased to belong to her. She put up one finger and stroked her cheek curiously. It was like stroking somebody else's; and therefore it was, tactually, like seeing herself clearly for the first time. Not in a mirror, where the eyes must always bear the double burden of looking and being looked into; but from outside, through a window, catching herself in profile and unawares. ~Jan Struther, Mrs. Miniver, 1930s
When a thief kisses you, count your teeth. ~Proverb
Dental hygienists are boss of the floss. ~Dental Saying
A good dentist never gets on your nerves. ~Author Unknown
The grinding of the intellect is for most people as painful as a dentist's drill. ~Leonard Sidney Woolf
I'm always amazed to hear of air crash victims so badly mutilated that they have to be identified by their dental records. What I can't understand is, if they don't know who you are, how do they know who your dentist is? ~Paul Merton
Life is short. Smile while you still have teeth. ~Mallory Hopkins
Tooth decay was a perennial national problem that meant a mouthful of silver for patients, and for dentists a pocketful of gold. ~Claudia Wallis
A dentist gets to the root of the problem. ~Dental Humor
When a writer becomes a reader of his or her own work, a lot can go wrong. It's like do-it-yourself dentistry. ~William Collins
You can't escape history, or the needs and neuroses you've picked up like layers and layers of tartar on your teeth. ~Charles Johnson
I won't have to brush my teeth or floss tonight. Any food trapped in my teeth got knocked out. ~Charles Thomas
The harsh, useful things of the world, from pulling teeth to digging potatoes, are best done by men who are as starkly sober as so many convicts in the death-house, but the lovely and useless things, the charming and exhilarating things, are best done by men with, as the phrase is, a few sheets in the wind. ~H.L. Mencken
The trick to not growing old is to: Stay curious. Keep your teeth. Stay hopeful. Do everything gracefully, yet kick when you have to. ~Carew Papritz