Quotes About Head

Right now, grazing in the divots on your head (and elsewhere on your oily surface, but above all on your head) are tiny mites called Demodex folliculorum

On the other hand, it you are outdoors in cold weather and your head is the only part of you that is exposed, then it will play a disproportionate part in any heat loss, so listen to your mother when she tells you to put a hat on.

Headed for the exit," she hears through the earbud. "Teams 1 and 2, go," she says. "Team 3, hold ready." "Team 1, that's a go," comes the response. "Team 2, that's a go." "Team 3 holding ready.

would have to say that the crown resting on the head of my

A successful suicide demands good organization and a cool head, both of which are usually incompatible with the suicidal state of mind.

Everton (Francis) Alex turned his head to view a rainbow peacock mask bobbing toward him. Good Lord, Francis, you are replendent, he said admiringly. The peacock stopped beside him. Dash it, Everton, how'd you know it was me? You're still wearing your faux ruby ring.

You must drink lots of wine. We must get you normal again. I don't want to travel with an imbecile. Not that I'm quite right in the head myself. What have I let myself in for?

My head a moon Of Japanese paper, my gold beaten skin Infinitely delicate and infinitely expensive.

The man dabbed briefly at his lip with his bloody sleeve end and then cocked back his head and laughed. The sound was sharp and joyless and desperate.

Never make your home in a place," the old man had said, too lazy in the spring warmth to do more than wag a finger. "Make a home for yourself inside your own head. You'll find what you need to furnish it—memory, friends you can trust, love of learning, and other such things.

Never make your home in a place," the old man had said, too lazy in the spring warmth to do more than wag a finger. "Make a home for yourself inside your own head. You'll find what you need to furnish it—memory, friends you can trust, love of learning, and other such things." Morgenes had grinned. "That way it will go with you wherever you journey. You'll never lack for a home—unless you lose your head, of course . .

Never make your home in a place. Make a home for yourself in your own head. You'll find what you need to furnish it - memory, friends you can trust, love of learning, and other such things. This way it will go with you wherever you journey

Never make your home in a place," the old man had said, too lazy in the spring warmth to do more than wag a finger. "Make a home for yourself inside your own head. You'll find what you need to furnish it—memory, friends you can trust, love of learning, and other such things." Morgenes had grinned. "That way it will go with you wherever you journey. You'll never lack for a home—unless you lose your head, of course . . .

driveway past the sheltering rows of tall Australian pines. Swiveling his head, he watched a distant humpback

Frostpine swivelled his head like an irate owl The air is cold, wet, and moving

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.

Now I wanted to show you such a beach Would set inside your head another jewel, And lift you like the gentlest electric shock Into an altogether other England-- An Avalon for which I had the wavelength, Deep inside my head a little crystal.

trust your heart but use your head

Ms. Primrose was the wise head teacher who had been in charge

It is an interesting truth that the human body, liberated from its head, is in essence a bag of blood with a built-in straw. Holding

It is an interesting truth that the human body, liberated from its head, is in essence a bag of blood with a built-in straw.

The doctor reached his gloved hands toward Grey's neck. As the tips of his fingers made contact, Grey darted his head forward.

There are certain traditions," Father went on, shifting his head a little so he was looking just over the top of Gignomai's head, as though he was talking to where Gignomai should have been at age fourteen, if he hadn't turned out disappointingly short.

Seventy years ago they made a bit of a stir at the Echmen court when a political dissident sought refuge with them and the Echmen demanded his extradition. What they got was the dissident's head, perfectly preserved in a jar of wild honey. I happen to like honey, but not as much as that.