Quotes About Head

How about my head?" teased Lucy Gray. Coriolanus leaned over and kissed her. "Okay, that's a start.

Finally, Plutarch Heavensbee, the Head Gamemaker who had organized the rebels in the Capitol, threw up his hands.

Deep in the meadow, under the willow A bed of grass, a soft green pillow Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes And when again they open, the sun will rise.

Sandra to Christie on Matt: So he's been a meanie today has he. The boy's got the subtlety of a brick to the head. I do apologize.

Right before I start the putter back, I think about making solid contact. This brings your attention to the back of the ball and helps keep your head still at impact, which is a must. Many amateurs take a peek down the line too soon, and that can cause all sorts of mis-hits.

I'm not a fan of the sound quality of our first album, because there's a noise in my head.

I liked the air I was breathing, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with my head, " I assured him with a giggle. "Will you kiss me again?" I flirted sweetly.

An aristocracy in a republic is like a chicken whose head has been cut off: it may run about in a lively way, but in fact it is dead.

Little Red, Little Red, what's in the chip bag, Little Red? And in the same singsong voice I answered, Nothing at all, Nothing at all, Nothing at all but your grandpa's head.

yes, Wagner and the storm intermix with the wine as nights like this run up my wrists and up into my head and back down into the gut

As far as God is concerned, He sees us exalted and seated at His right hand in spiritual power and authority, with the Head (Jesus). He sees Jesus here on earth in everyone of us, making up the actual Body of Christ upon this earth.

he found the most experienced leaders of the age at the head of armies that had just fanaticism enough to be ferocious, but not enough to render them ungovernable.

I received the proceedings of one of the meetings, in which it seemed that the shape of my head had been the subject of a public discussion, and one of the speakers declared that I had the bump of reverence developed enough for ten priests.

Church is a gathering of nobodies to worship the only real Somebody: Christ, our Head. The King of creation, raised from the dead, seated with the Father, Commander of heaven, exercising complete authority over all time and space, perfect in His justice, infinite in His mercy, holy in His perfection, the only perfect Somebody who died for nobodies like you and me.

It needs to be something associated with a high thaum field. If you could solve a four-element Vohlman tensor in your head, that might suffice—" Alex shuddered. He could do that but it might awaken his V-parasites, which would make him hungry.

Cooper! Move your ass. Yes, sir, O captain, my captain, she muttered, thinking briefly about ho tempting it was to slam something heavy into his hard head. She could make her escape while he was out. Of course, when he came to, there wouldn't be a country big enough to hide in. The satisfaction, however, just might be worth it.

She feared that she'd missed something, because there were so many parallels with her own story, and she could not help but see in her head the small memories her mind would offer as tantalizing, but—in the end unsatisfying, glimpses of what may have occurred.

I'm driven more by my heart more than anything else, and my head, and sometimes those things are counterintuitive.

In football, physical condition is very important, but the head is the most important thing. If you don't have the head, if the mentality is not good, then you are in trouble.

The coach told me that he has a lot of respect for me, and I am a player who has the ability to do anything I like - to score with both feet, to head well and to pass. To hear such words from a man like Voller gives me a lot of confidence and motivation.

The head was an old rook's nest which Francis had fetched down from a tree. It had taken her a whole morning to climb, extract the nest from its twisted bindings and transfer it down, relatively whole and undamaged. She filled holes with moss, and stuffed its insides with a bracken brain. 

Clunk! Something hit the back of his head and he turned quickly, silently, and peered through the gap in the leaves to where Temba crouched in another tree, waiting, his black skin scarcely visible in the deep green shade among the branches. Temba moved his left arm slowly, pointing down to Madu's right.

What a beautiful bird, they kept telling one another, which was a weird thing to say about a dead thing without a head.

A mind may know a thing, the spirit may embrace it, but the voice that chatters in the head clings ever to shameful beliefs.