Take a leaf out of someone’s book
Take by the scruff of the neck
Take the rough with the smooth
Talk out of the back of your head
Talk the hind legs off a donkey
Tall enough to hunt geese with a rake
Teach your grandmother to suck eggs
That and 50 cents will buy you a cup of coffee
That is the way the cookie crumbles
The apple does not fall far from the tree
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
The Mountie always gets his man
The shoemaker’s son always goes barefoot
The sun might rise in the west
Their bark is worse than their bite
There are many ways to skin a cat
There but for the grace of God go I
There’s a dead cat on the line
There’s never a road without a turning
There’s no accounting for taste
There’s no fool like an old fool
There’s no such thing as a free lunch
Those who live by the sword die by the sword
Thousand pound gorilla in the room
Throw a monkey wrench into the works
Throw someone in at the deep end
Throw the baby out with the bath water
Throw your toys out of the pram
Tied to your mother’s apron strings
To err is human, to forgive divine
To have the courage of your convictions
Too many chiefs and not enough Indians
Too many cooks spoil the broth
Turn up one’s toes to the daisies
