Quotes About Head

I Promise, Shane said. You'd better, jerkface, Eve said. How's the head? Taped. It's fine, chicks dig scars. Wait, did you just call me jerkface? Are we back in grade school? I love you, Eve said. He closed his moth, fast, because obviously that was not what he'd expected. I, uh, okay, love you too. Can we stop that? It's uncomfortable. Jerkface. Much better.

The doll twitched. Its head turned slightly toward Tommy. Its green eye fixed on him.

Life offers infinite possible roads. Sometimes your head chooses the route, sometimes your heart. And sometimes, for better or worse, neither head nor heart can resist the stubborn pull of fate.

I wanted time for my heart to heal and for my head to wrap itself around these major life changes.

Jesus, Dolores, you've got to get yourself together. You've got responsibilities. Think about those sometimes - okay? - and get your fucking head right. Those were the last words his wife heard from him. He'd closed the door and walked down the stairs, paused on the last step. He thought of going back. He thought of going back up the stairs and into the apartment and somehow making it right. Or, if not right, at least softer. Softer. That would have been nice.

He shook his head slowly from side to side, as though it were very heavy. I could almost hear the contents sloshing.

I drew a deep breath and sighed, shaking my head. "I do not understand men." That made him chuckle, deep in his chest. "Yes, ye do, Sassenach. Ye only wish ye didn't.

a bit self-conscious. "I used to wear mine long as well. It's short now because the monks had to shave the back of my head and it's had but a few months to grow again." He bent forward at the waist, inviting me

my head from his shoulder and said, "Why did you ask me that

The last time I saw you," Grey said, very quietly, "I came within an inch of putting a bullet through your head. Don't give me cause to regret my restraint." He let go and stood up. "Stay away from my son—stay away from me. And if you will take a well-meant bit of advice—go back to France. Quickly.

The old man stroked a finger over a wooden charm hung around [redacted]'s chest on a leather cord. -{redacted] believed it would protect you. Whether it did is immaterial. It was something [redacted] could give, and in return, that gave [redacted] courage. It gave [redacted] faith. But all emotions are chemically mediated and may be manipulated. Every drunk, every lover, any ecstatic mystic knows that. There is no heart without the head.-

In the days when decapitation was public, not only were small boys sent to witness the ghastly scene, but they were made to visit alone the place in the darkness of night and there to leave a mark of their visit on the trunkless head.

Walking is especially good for your brain, because it increases blood circulation and the oxygen and glucose that reach your brain. Walking is not strenuous, so your leg muscles don't take up extra oxygen and glucose like they do during other forms of exercise. As you walk, you effectively oxygenate your brain. Maybe this is the reason why walking can "clear your head" and help you to think better.

My head was dizzy, but what of that? Float, stupid wooden head, and care nothing for tomorrow.

Youth has a small head

The orange sun is rolling across the sky like a severed head, gentle light glimmers in the ravines among the clouds, the banners of the sunset are fluttering above our heads. The stench of yesterday's blood and slaughtered horses drips into the evening chill.

In Montana, it is a good idea to keep your hat on your head so the wind doesn't blow your hair off.

To love is a beautiful, mysterious event; do not miss it. Be neither too cautious nor too absorbed. Too many of us reason with our heart and experience with our heads.

Nevertheless, with reference to the natural process of childbirth one thing can seldom be forgotten, the fact that the human infant has an absurdly big head.

A subversive associate constantly listens to tapes from external ministers and learns from them. But he never listens to his own head pastor's tapes.

Arlo!" Andrea shouted. "Why did you do that?" "Does there have to be a reason?" Suddenly Mr. Klutz came running into the class. He's the principal of Ella Mentry School, and he has no hair at all. Most principals polish their shoes, but Mr. Klutz polishes his head.

When the blood rushes to my head, it helps me think." Well, I know that blood rushing to your head doesn't help you grow hair, because Mr. Klutz had no hair on his head at all. He was bald as a balloon.

In golf, you keep your head down and follow through. In the vice presidency, you keep your head up and follow through. It's a big difference.

I think there's a natural system in your own head about how much violence the scene warrants. It's not an intellectual process, it's an instinctive process.