Quotes About Head

What does poet laureate mean? Nothing. It means a person with laurel branches twined around his head. Which is not something people do much now.

She hadn't thought anything could squeeze past the pain in her head, the ache in her stomach, the sizzle of shame in her blood. But she hadn't counted on despair. Somehow despair always made room for itself.

But very affectionately. Since you're up on the language, why don't we finish the night off by… She rose up to whisper in his ear, ending the provocative Italian with a quick nip on his lobe. Ummm. He didn't have a clue what she'd said, but the blood had cheerfully drained out of his head. I think I'm going to need a translation on that one.

Her share of what? he wondered, then shook his head

How you're still always trapped. How your head is the cave, your eyes the cave mouth. How you live inside your head and only see what you want. How you only watch the shadows and make up your own meaning.

What I do know is I've got a brain filled with jokes I can't forget - like a tumor the size of a grapefruit inside of my skull. And I know that eventually even dog shit turns white and stops stinking, but I have this permanent head filled with crap I've been trained my whole life to think is funny.

Her hair looks gathered in a field and piled on her head to dry.

The tunnel became the place of dares:Kids said that if you walked the tunnel at midnight, you might hear a train whistle, and if you didn't run the half-mile length of darkness at top speed, the conductor would ride along in his ghost train and- Choo-choo, chopity-chop. Cut your head off too.

Rumor starts as a timid thing, But soon it covers the earth, and its voices ring, While its feet walk the ground and its head is above the clouds.

caput acris equi;

Occasionally, in the middle of a conversation her name would be mentioned, and she would run down the steps of a chance sentence, without turning her head.

I love you, my sun, my life, I love your eyes-closed- all the little tails of your thoughts, your stretchy vowels, your whole soul from head to heels.

A horsefly applied itself, blind fool, to Pnin's bald head, and was stunned by a smack of his meaty palm.

Because, if you haven't wrapped your head around this principle, chances are you'll never sell a story.

Julia supposed that there was also a difference in perspective: 'The practical level was another level down [in 1960s social movements] and not so interesting. I don't know much about organizing, but I feel as though, if the reality of the situation doesn't change people's heads, then nothing's going to change their heads. Marches and those things are not the work of it. The work of it is whatever the work is.

The thing that amazes me about getting fired is that nobody ever has anything insightful to say about it. They always say the same thing. They always say, 'Everything happens for a reason.' As lame as that sounds, I guess it's better to hear it out loud. Because when you hear it in your own head, it sounds like, 'Anything can happen with a razor.

In the frequent fits of anger to which the males especially are subject, the efforts of their inner feeling cause the fluids to flow more strongly towards that part of their head; in some there is hence deposited a secretion of horny matter, and in others of bony matter mixed with horny matter, which gives rise to solid protuberances: thus we have the origin of horns and antlers, with which the head of most of these animals is armed.

The 'man' from 'Sarman' relates to heredity, or a particular family. It also refers to the receptacle of an heirloom. The 'Sar' of 'Sarman' is defined as 'head.' In this sense, the 'head' is meant both literally as a part of the body, and in the meaning of elder one or master. Therefore, we may tentatively conclude that 'Sarman' means 'The Sovereign Receptacle of the Sacred.' Or, an alternative reading would be 'Those Whose Heads are Priceless.

condolences; a few of them pat Hannah on the head, as if she's

Between the second and third rounds I asked my buddies what the hell was going on. "Who's hitting me on the head?" They told me it's the referee, that he doesn't like Irishmen. I walked over and told the referee if he hits me on the back of the head one more time I'm going to knock him out. He said, "Get back in there and fight, rookie." I

The soundest argument will produce no more conviction in an empty head than the most superficial declamation; a feather and a guinea fall with equal velocity in a vacuum

Praying mantis cuts off the male's head. Guillotine: the erection of crowds. (Mante religieuse coupe la tête du mâle. Guillotine: l'érection des foules)

So I says "My dear if you could give me a cup of tea to clear my muddle of a head I should better understand your affairs." And we had the tea and the affairs too....

The mistake was made of putting some of the trouble out of King Charles's head into my head.