Quotes About Head

Herbalism is a religion of nature, representing a balance of head and heart.

It's good to be a little frightened. It's good to respect your opponent. It keeps you sharp. In the fight game, the head rules the heart. But in the end the heart is the boss.

O-90 sat over the notebook, her head leaning toward her left shoulder, and making such an effort that her tongue was pushing her left cheek out. She looked like such a child, so charming. And so I felt good all over, clear, simple...

R shook his head, scratched it. From the rear his head looks like it has a little square suitcase attached to it. (It reminds me of an old painting called "In the Carriage".) ... I looked at that tightly locked little suitcase of his and wondered, "What thoughts are turning over now in that case?

Evangelicals have like millions of rules. And it's just, uh, we have sort of an accepted, rationalism within which we frame religion. And we think that belief, intellectually, is of the same as relationship. And in our Western family conversation, that's become an incredible impediment toward actual wholeness, where the heart and the head are aligned and relationship -- with not just God but with each other.

And so the general announced that he would pay a reward for Delshay's head. In July, 1874, two mercenary Apaches reported separately to Crook's headquarters. Each presented a severed head, identified as Delshay's. "Being satisfied that both parties were earnest in their beliefs," Crook said, "and the bringing in of an extra head was not amiss, I paid both parties.

Sometimes love comes easily, and sometimes it's the most challenging decision a person ever makes. That reality doesn't make one way right and the other wrong, it just is. The love underlying marriage is more than an emotion, more than a set of facts adding up to a decision. It's the choice that this is the person I'm going to stay with for the rest of my life. It's something you have to make with your head and your heart . . . .

We need anything politically important rationed out like Pez: small, sweet, and coming out of a funny, plastic head.

And what about magic?" "What about it?" "Will you teach me?" "You don't even know if you're capable of doing magic." "How do I find out? Is there a test or something?" "Yes, we cut off your head. If it grows back, you can do magic.

With his sunglasses gone and his scarf hanging down, there was no denying that he had no flesh, he had no skin, he had no eyes and he had no face. All he had was a skull for a head.

Sanguine chuckled. "I like you, boy. You got optimism in these bones. I like you so much that I ain't gonna tell you what I did to poor old Jethro, the first Jethro, may he rest in peace, may they someday find his head.

I was changing my head. It feels good to have the old one back on. And now I have a spare, which is nice.

You got it, kemo sabe. I'll keep my crucifix close." "Vampires aren't scared of a crucifix, Finbar." "I don't plan to wave it at him, I plan to hit him with it. It's really heavy. I figure I can do some considerable damage to his head.

Skulduggery tilted his head. "Do you have a car?" "Nope." "Then we'll take mine." "Probably wise. I think I've forgoten how to drive.

Don't act offended. You wear a bag on your head.

I'm about to make myself some tea," she said, leading the way to the kitchen. "Your dog is gnawing on my head." "She's just happy to see you.

He tilted his head again, this time at an amused angle. She knew all his angles.

Knowledge is a great gift, and the thirst to seek it even greater. Use what you know...Head and heart...You are not made to give greater weight to one than the other.

the idea that somehow any of that will keep out the darkness, keep out the thoughts that churn through your head—the cold regard that holds you as if God herself had through some electrified beatific gaze pinned you like a butterfly in a collector's display case of mediocrity.

But if he was here to assess and restore, he needed a better idea of how badly it had all slipped—and as some sociopath at another station had once said, "The fish rots from the head." Fish rotted all over, cell corruption being nonhierarchical and not caste-driven, but point taken.

his head burst in a blizzard of seeds that hung in the lamplight and drifted slowly to the ground like a tiny division of poison paratroopers.

I just fired the head of the F.B.I. He was crazy, a real nut job," Trump told the Russians. "I faced great pressure because of Russia. That's taken off.

of magic carpets flies by with student drivers. The carpets are an array of bright purples, blues, pinks, and brilliant oranges, with tassels hanging so low that one brushes my head.

No!" Anna cries. "Stop!" Her eyes lock on me. "Devin, do something! They have a baby! Didn't you hear them? They said, 'Help us!' They need our help! Tell them what you heard!" Everyone is looking at me. "No," I say, backing up, shaking my head. Anna is evil. I am not. I couldn't have heard. It was all in my head. "I didn't hear anything.