Quotes About Head

The world's decay where the wind's hands have passed, And my head, worn out with love, at rest In my hands, and my hands full of dust.

I love the horse from hoof to head. From head to hoof and tail to mane. I love the horse as I have said - From head to hoof and back again.

When you say you love me, it doesn't matter. It goes into my head as just chit-chatter. You may think it's egotistical or just worry-free, But what you say, I take none of it seriously.

I laughed and shook my head. 'I don't think so. My mum doesn't really go out. And it's not my cup of tea.' 'Like films with subtitles weren't your cup of tea?' I frowned at him. 'I'm not your project, Will. This isn't My Fair Lady.' 'Pygmalion.' 'What?' 'The play you're referring to. It's Pygmalion. My Fair Lady is just its bastard offspring.

I sent mental voodoo arrows into the back of his had the whole way.

I sent mental voodoo arrows into the back of his head the whole way.

Romero's shirt. Spike's head was out the window, tilted up at the cloudless sky.

atop his head a goofy skin cap simulating baldness and fringed with shoulder-length scraggle.

When I set out from the boy's attic window, my head was so full of competing plans and complex stratagems that I didn't look where I was going and flew straight into a chimney. Something symbolic in that. It's what fake freedom does for you.

And don't bump the backpack. It's got gelignite in it. If it goes off, your head'll shoot over the rooftops and ping between the chimneys.

Like the proverbial dead fish that rots first from the head, British society began to decay from the top; so our description of the situation must begin with the aristocracy.

Any more questions before we head in?" he asked. There were lots of questions, but I didn't want any more answers. "I'm good.

Stars blazed above Hollyleaf 's head, reminding her that the spirits of her ancestors were watching over her.

With this life I give you love. You have known so much, but still have much to give. Leadership without love will never be enough to draw your Clan from the shadows. Let your heart lead when your head does not know the way.

Where are Poppydawn's kits?" Bluekit whispered. "They won't arrive for another two moons," Snowkit answered. Arrive? Bluekit tipped her head to one side. Where from?

But he had turned, little by little, a disturbance into words, he had made a pillow of old words, for his head.

My mum translated this in her head to "witchfinder," which was good because like most West Africans, she considered witchfinding a more respectable profession than policeman.

If only my head were finally not my responsibility, could be put into someone else's care, could be made to merge with other persons and the world so that it would no longer suffer such distance and touchlessness, would no longer even be a head, because even when touched, there are parts of my head not being touched. Even underwater parts of my head feel dry.

My refusing to eat flesh occasioned an inconveniency, and I was frequently chided for my singularity, but, with this lighter repast, I made the greater progress, for greater clearness of head and quicker comprehension. Flesh eating is unprovoked murder.

The best way to mess with the head of your reader is to strategize the delivery of bad news.

I've still got a brilliant head of hair, which refuses to lay down!

My head has got regrets, but I haven't.

I have had regrets along the way, but when I leave this sport, I'll do so with my head held high. I know I gave it my heart and soul, and I tried to learn and be better every day.

The day is not far off when the economic problem will take the back seat where it belongs, and the arena of the heart and the head will be occupied or reoccupied, by our real problems - the problems of life and of human relations, of creation and behavior and religion.