Quotes About Head

Universal peace sounds ridiculous to the head of an average family.

Maybe you are the cool generation ... If coolness means a capacity to stay calm and use your head in the service of ends passionately believed in, then it has my admiration.

The fatal stoop. It's guaranteed to bring a man to his knees. (Kristen) It sounds dangerous. What am I supposed to do, knock him over the head with something? (Serenity)

Did you just do that math in your head?" Farkas asked the admiral. Janeway nodded. "I've already had my coffee.

sometimes our hearts just need time to accept what are heads already know

Willow sat up on her elbows and shook her head, "I'm allergic to exercise. Ya'll have fun.

By Duraden, I have trolls dancing in my head this morning!' Stubble grumbled, screwing his eyes into a squint at the bright morning light.

it struck him exactly on the head, so that the poor Cricket had scarcely breath to cry cri-cri-cri, and then he remained dried up and flattened against the wall.

It was the encounter between the printed page and the oral culture, of which he was one embodiment, that led Menocchio to formulate -first for himsel, later for himself, later for his fellow villagers, and finally for the judges- the "opinions ... (that) came out of his head.

A whole wall was crimson, gold, aglow with books Words, words were truly alive on the tongue, in the head Warm, beating, frantic, winged; music and blood.

Happiness is the lucky pane of glass you carry in your head. It takes all your cunning just to hang on to it, and once it's smashed you have to move into a different sort of life.

That surely must be what happened," she said to Brian. "A caretaker found the head and returned it and . . ." ". . . and you can be in the play," Brian finished for her. "I sure hope so—then we can quit this wild goose chase and eat lunch. Besides, I wish I could see you stumble around up there forgetting your lines," he teased.

The clouds are forming in my head because you didn't say boyfriend to a friend, just to some dude on Craigslist.

We could certainly use a detective. And I've got to hand it to you, Nancy - you sure can keep your head.

In Norwegian that would be 'hun ma dra. Kanskje er hun gravid.'" Astley sttempts to smile. i can't help teasing him. "Which? Asking to go to the bathroom or dissing me because I'm pregnant." "you are with child?" his eyes open wid, all mock terrified. "No! Shut up. You know I'm not." I punch him in the arm and then lead him into the stairwell, shutting the door behind us. "Okay. Seriously, Astley, what happened to you? Why is your head bleeding?

To lead a blameless life you must curb your passions , and whatever misfortune may befall you cannot be ascribed by anyone to want of good luck, or attributed to fate; these words are devoid of sense, and all fault will rightly fall on your own head.

The harbingers are come. See, see their mark;White is their color, and behold my head.

They are children, Sansa thought. They are silly little girls, even Elinor. They've never seen a battle, they've never seen a man die, they know nothing. Their dreams were full of songs and stories, the way hers had been before Joffrey cut her fathers head off. Sansa pitied them. Sansa envied them.

He says that it is good luck to rub the head of a dwarf," Haldon said after an exchange with the guard in his own tongue. Tyrion forced himself to smile at the man. "Tell him that it is even better luck to suck on a dwarf's cock.

After my name day feast, I'm going to raise a host and kill your brother myself. That's what I'll give you, Lady Sansa. Your brother's head." A kind of madness took over her then, and she heard herself say, "Maybe my brother will give me your head.

I heard of a man who had a razor made of Valyrian steel. He cut his head off trying to shave.

Ser Cleos raised a shout. When Jaime looked up, Brienne was lumbering along the clifftop well ahead of them, having cut across a finger of land while they were following the bend in the river. She threw herself off the rock, and looked almost graceful as she folded into a dive. It would have been ungracious to hope that she would smash her head on a stone.

It beat down on Ned's head, warm as blood and relentless as old guilts.

In a throne above them sat a dead man with the head of a wolf.