Quotes About Head

Johnson was a widow with long white hair worn in a knot at the back of her head

Garrett ran a hand through his hair. "How can you stay the head of the Stake-Out team? Isn't that a conflict of interest?" "You expect me to stake myself?" Sean growled. "I've got a nice, big one you can borrow," Gregori suggested.

Frowning, Garrett ran a hand through his hair. "How can you stay the head of the Stake-Out team? Isn't that a conflict of interest?" "You expect me to stake myself?" Sean growled.

Perspective was a luxury when your head was constantly buzzing with a swarm of demons.

somewhere deep inside, her sister understood dimly that her beauty was a weapon. A loaded gun, with the barrel pointed at her own head.

The gentle sound of her words became the shushing of my blood in my head, and I listened, hovering on the edge of consciousness, bathed in the oblivion of whatever drug they had given me.

In a few hours, I'm going to be banished to the surface, my belongings raffled off as novelty items and my living space given to someone else—my reputation destroyed. I'd rather have your head than your soul at this point in my illustrious career." - Al

I'm giving you fair warning, Mr. Cormel. If you bespell Rachel, I'll open up your head for the sunshine to come in." - Jenks

Trent dropped his head for an instant, then pulled it up to me. "You aren't a demon practitioner?" he asked as we took the first steps up. I put a hand to my stomach, wondering if this day could get any worse. "No, but they seem to practice me.

You just don't have faith! Frank repeated. Well I hope I never get it! It's like being hit by a hammer in the head!

You just don't have faith!" Frank repeated. "Well I hope I never get it! It's like being hit by a hammer in the head!

Ts! Ts! said Kaa, shaking his head to and fro. I also have known what love is. There are tales I could tell that— That need a clear night when we are all well fed to praise properly, said Bagheera, quickly.

Natalya asked, How'd you escape all the vampires out for your head? In a monotone voice, Lothaire stated, I'm that good.

When the warden appeared outside their cell, he ogled Regin's bared midriff. Gross. Whenever men leered at her, Regin tended to leer back. She canted her head on the floor, turning it one way, then the other. I finally understand what a dickie-do is. Your gut does stick out more than your dickie do.

My advice." She pressed her fingers to her chest. "But didn't you recently say that I was a 'mad creature' who was 'soft in the head'? Sniff, sniff, Rydstrom. Sniff, sniff. I was so crushed that I ate a gallon of Ben & Jerry's, except I didn't because Valkyrie don't eat.

He shot to his feet, faced off against her. No more mercy for ye, Valkyrie. Holding nothing back, he launched a haymaker at her head. She ducked and laughed. That accent you work so hard to hide is coming out! Are ye feckin' Oirish this time? Eh, boyo? She leapt atop his desk, punting the side of his head. Those swords are mine ! Touch them, and I'll use 'em to slice off your nutsack! For a coin purse!

He clenched Nix's shoulders. 'Why did you hesitate? I saw you hesitate!' He shook her until her head lolled, while she grinned and said, 'Wheeee!

Given the history between the Valkyrie and the Horde, how did you and Helen get together?" His gaunt face taking on a faraway expression, he began casually, "I had her neck in my hands, about to twist her head from her body." "How . . . romantic." One to tell the grandkids.

A lobster spilled some soup on Cap'n Bill's bald head and made him yell for a minute, because it was hot and he had not expected it

So the Woodman raised his axe, and as the Wildcat ran by he gave it a quick blow that cut the beast's head clean off from its body, and it rolled over at his feet in two pieces.

The Wicked Witch then made the axe slip and cut off my head, and at first I thought that was the end of me. But the tinsmith happened to come along, and he made me a new head out of tin.

The mule is a very intelligent animal, but to get his attention you have to hit him on the head with a stick.

Why are those needles and pins sticking out of your head?" asked the Tin Woodman. "That is proof that he is sharp," remarked the Lion.

Nonsense!" said the Emperor — but in a kindly, sympathetic tone. "Do not, I beg of you, dampen today's sun with the showers of tomorrow. For before your head has time to spoil you can have it canned, and in that way it may be preserved indefinitely.