Quotes About Head

To the one with her head out the window, drinking the rain.

dead by all the relatives. You are supposed to be head of the family – stop him writing it.' 'You do exaggerate, Larry dear,' said Mother. 'Anyway

He has a head that is for rent unfurnished.

The whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint.

I'm sorry, but anyone who thinks the use of an angelic (or seemingly angelic character), whose likes have been written about for, oh, about 4,000 years, is ripping off Star Trek, has his head so thoroughly up his ass as to have blipped into an entirely new intestinally-based reality and desperately needs to get a wider frame of reference.

Might have to go to London, she murmured. Huh. Wouldn't it be a kick in the head if I really did have to be out of the country hunting a criminal mastermind when Mavis goes into labor? I, my ass. That goes to we or I'll hurt you

dirge swelled, then without warning, he turned his head

But she wanted Stern's reaction. "I believe Arthur relocated—Hawaii. We're not in touch." He drew a breath through his nose. "You don't think Arthur killed Leanore. No, no." A firm shake of the head. "I know he

Lo de la vida nueva es mentira, hijo, la mentira más grande de todas. No hay otra vida que esta. Esta es la única que existe. En cuanto les dejas que te corten la cabeza, todo se acaba. Ya no hay más que oscuridad, oscuridad y más oscuridad.

Holy shit. Rehv shook his head and muttered, Now we know what the zombie apocalypse looks like.

Unfortunately, beer was only a short-term answer. And head transplants had yet to be approved by the FDA.

Loneliness was just like winter, he decided. Cold and pervasive, trapping you inside your own head because what was outside was so inhospitable. Was he never going to be warm again?

Because,really,someone needed to welcome the son of bitch with a head butt.

Loneliness was just like winter, he decided. Cold and pervasive, trapping you inside your own head because what was outside was so inhospitable.

I wrapped his pistol in his cap, and with the butt of the gun—not the end of the butt, but the side—hit him hard on the head. You read a lot about people being hit on the head and knocked out, but you don't read much about blood clots in the brain. In actual fact, though, it's a delicate matter, hitting a man on the head

Irwin Garden once warned me not to think the madhouses are full of 'happy nuts,' There's a tightening around the head that hurts, there's a terror of the mind that hurts even more, they're so unhappy and especially because they can't explain it to anybody.

There are times that you have a plot in your head, but then you find that the characters don't want to do that. When you're looking at the story from the outside, you can create whatever twists and turns you want. But when you're writing, you're inside the characters' heads, and you see that they may be motivated to do something different.

Half the time, people will be abusing me on Twitter, and half the time, somebody will be praising me. So either it will go to my head, or I will take it to my heart. So better I stay away from it.

I tell my daughter every morning, 'Now, what are the two most important parts of you?' And she says, 'My head and my heart.' Because that's what I've learned in the foxhole: What gets you through life is strength of character and strength of spirit and love.

But Hezbollah now has reared its ugly head in a way that threatens the entire free world. And they want, by their own charter and definition, the destruction of Israel and Christians. That is the truth. That is in their charter.

The bad you see in N.Y.C. is troubling to know when it rears its ugly head.

I'm an American songbook guy, though I've got eclectic tastes. I really love the American songbook. I've taken up the ukulele, and so you can play 'Five Foot Two' and Hawaiian music, but you can also do some of the great tunes, like 'You Go to My Head,' 'I Guess I'll Hang My Tears Out to Dry,' 'Taking a Chance on Love.'

When I was 11 I had to umpire a game. I got hit in the head and got knocked out. The ball was hit straight back, hit the bail and knocked my head.

In May 2013, my lawyer Dmitry Dinze filed a complaint about the conditions at PC-14 with the prosecutor's office. The deputy head of the colony, Lieutenant Colonel Kupriyanov, instantly made conditions at the camp unbearable.