Quotes About Head

love is but an echo in her head

I was a total metal-head as a teen. I still love it, too.

Love is the only brick that hits you on the head and gives you a smile instead of tears.

When the head tries to rule the heart, emotion poisons it.

Ultimately, wasn't dance a whispered question? A story told through the position of a foot, the tilt of a head, the touch of a hand, the brush of an eye. A rite of passage. A claiming.

In those stories, one is often asked to do something unimaginably terrible to the creature. Cut off it's head, say. A test. Not a test of love. A test of trust. Trust lifts the spell.

And the ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in? In your head, in your mouth, in your soul And the more we move ahead the more we're stuck in rewind Well I don't mind. I don't mind. How could I mind?

Armed college students were telling women to cover their heads.

With the departure of the acknowledged head of the Catholic party, the Protestants gained a degree of influence over the royal family completely out of proportion to their numbers in the general population.

Little Irina must be a woman grown by now. A beauty, I have heard, surely?' It was more mockery: he had heard nothing of the sort, of course. I had traveled with my father; the court and his advisers knew I was nothing out of the ordinary, and hardly a girl to turn a young tsar's head - if he had been in any danger of turning his head at all, except perhaps all the way round like an owl.

I'd been watching only to be sure he actually left; it took nearly all the caution left in me not to throw something down at his head, and I don't mean a token of my regard.

if he had been in any danger of turning his head at all, except perhaps all the way round like an owl.

todo lo neurológico es real, y además también puede estar en nuestra cabeza.

If books spoke, there wouldn't be so many deaf people around the place. What you need to do, Fernandito, is start preventing others from writing your dialogue. Use the head God planted on your neck and write your own script. Life is full of black marketeers eager to stuff their audience's brains with nonsense because that allows them to stay on their high horses and keep the carrot dangling.

And we had seen a man at the amphitheater dressed as a pirate—the same day the prop room keys disappeared, Brian said. Yeah, moaned Michele. The same day we were looking in the trunk where the head was! Mother gave John a stern look. And you saw another pirate in the graveyard that night, said Jo Dee. Now Mother really glared at John who looked like he wondered if these were the same kids who had stayed with him all summer. They all grinned at John and giggled.

Matt was grinning, like he thought it was funny. Not an ounce of sympathy in him. "You can't do that banging-your-head-on-the-table thing on TV.

Worsely: You know what you were saying about a plastic bag. Suppose I put a plastic bag around my head and tied it tightly round the neck. What could possibly go wrong? Clegg: Some of them nowadays has safety holes. Worsely: Not all. I would have a look

Someone was stretched out beside me; it was the vampire. I could see his glow. I could feel his tongue moving on my head. He was licking my head wound. I could hardly begrudge him.

Oh, she'll be so impressed," Pam was saying, sounding as pleased as I did when someone brought me some fresh produce from his garden. "How very thoughtful." She stepped aside so I could appreciate my presents. Jesus Christ, Shepherd of Judea. My great-uncle Dermot and Bellenos were standing in the dripping rain, each holding a severed head. Let me just say

I will miss the ladies and the passion of the Sun fans. I was proud to serve as their head coach.

The only way an Iraqi biological agent would kill you is if it landed on your head.

I've got so many melodies in my head.

I'm totally up for experimental music. I'm up for music that they don't play on the radio, and I take in all of it. But my thing, the thing that comes most natural to me, is making the stuff that has a melody; it has a soul to it, yet it's head music.

Music is designed to be listened to, so it's calling for attention all the time, syphoning off our very limited auditory bandwidth and elbowing aside our ability to listen to the voice in our head we need when we're doing mental work.