Quotes About Head

And, in fact, this is the tale that I would love to write: history is such a romantic place, with its jarveys and urchins and side-buttoned boots. If it would just stay still, I think, and settle down. If it would just stop sliding around in my head.

I'd shake my head and not mention that what I love are cut flowers, because this sounds so violent and decadent, like when Salvador Dalí said his favorite animal was fillet of sole.

Ramoth's huge golden wedge-shaped head swiveled around as the sleepy dragon instinctively sought her Wyermate.

And there was something different in his manner as well, a confidence born of intellect, not status or power. Curious how such fractional things, the angle of a head, a furrow between the brows, a hesitation, a measuring as if of a potential threat, could give away a man's origins even before he spoke.

He was shaking his head, biting into his lower lip, fighting the sheer misery of the anticipation, when he realized that another figure was standing directly opposite, on the other side of the fire, quite visible above the leaping flames, gazing at him.

I had a head for religious ideas. They were the first ideas I ever encountered. They made other ideas seem mean....I had miles of Bible in memory: some perforce, but most by hap, like the words to songs. There was no corner of my brain where you couldn't find, among the files of clothing labels and heaps of rocks, among the swarms of protozoans and shelves of novels, whole tapes and snarls and reels of Bible.

Beauty is that Medusa's head Which men go armed to seek and sever. It is most deadly when most dead. And dead will stare and sting forever. —Archibald MacLeish, "Beauty

Tally really didn't have the strength to explain that she'd really meant her hangover, which was sprawled in her head like an overweight cat, sullen and squishy and disinclined to budge.

Shafts of dusty light broke through the branches of the pomerac tree outside the open window. Pohpoh stared at the glittery dust particles that rose and fell in waves around Asha's head, partially silhouetting it in a halo of shimmering light.

Soldiers have many vices, but vanity is not amongst them. How could it be? What man is going to worry about his hair when he might lose his head?

There is no chance for surprise," he said, shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders with that French way he had. "Theyll be intrenched to the eyes.

Hello," my doctor said. "Are you there?" "Yes," I said. "So, what's going on?" "There are irregularities in your head." "My head's always been wrong

I fell out of the hammock while I was sleeping. (Arik) On your head? (Geary) Apparently. Good thing it's hard, huh? (Arik)

Or more precisely, is there anything I can do for you, ma'am? (Waiter) 'How about a bag for my head, or a stick to beat Lanie with?' (Grace)

Being a digital artist enables me to take my signature pieces and place them in a dimensional reality that only really exists within my head. Then I can bring it to life.

Do you have a death wish?" he asked. Will grinned at him. I'm just relying on your judgment," he replied. "I can't keep track of everything in my head.

I managed to find a spot where we had the wind from astern, a steep head sea on our starboard quarter and the tide race through the narrows at the same time. A few hours of that and our fierce horse soldiers were like little lambs—sick little lambs.

Including a nice, expensive new sheepskin vest," Thorn told him. Hal nodded several times. "Well, of course. That's first on the list." "Really? I'd like to see that list," Thorn said. Hal tapped his forehead with one finger. "It's all up here in my head," he said. "But sheepskin vest is the first item there. Trust me." "I did that once," Thorn replied. "Look where it got me.

the heart's not an organ but a whisper in your head ...

I love Shakespeare, but sometimes....his images - If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head....

If she dares attack, I will pounce behind her triangular head like a mongoose, and shake until she can move no more. That will be my reply to her." Conor

A strength to harm is perilous in the hand of an ambitious head.

He ducked his head and kissed the tattoo of a sorcerer, nestled just between her breasts.

She tilted her head back reflexively, drinking deep of the night air tainted by the unwholesome sweetness of the Well, looking upward as if the stars were there to help her bear the pain.