Quotes About Head

One day the Barbie without a head convinced Donny and Marie to put pink and blue Life pegs through the holes in their hands. The Barbies pretended the pegs were hits of acid and got the Osmonds to think they could fly.

Europe shall be the head, Asia the crown, but Africa shall be the jewel. "Another Prognostication by Theophrastus Paracelsus

He gestured to Socrates, ordering him to stay with Alys; the dog sat down beside her, but pointedly turned his head away.

Gruesome as it was, I had to admit the head was easier to pack into the Jetta than a whole body would have been, especially since there was no upholstery or carpet in the space where (hopefully) someday a backseat would reside.

Satan is only a voice—a spirit, not a person. He can be as relentless as a stalker ignoring a court order, but he can't get inside your head unless you hold the door open.

But then I think Viola - I think of her out there - And I push it back - I feel my hands on the floor - I use them to rise to my knees - I lift my head - To see the Mayor's surprised face only a yard or so away, coming toward me, something in his hand- "Goodness," he says, sounding almost cheerful. "Even stronger than I thought.

It felt exactly like someone had hit me in the head with a church.

The wild women in his lap,' my father enthused, 'laying their breasts on his head.' There was a moment of stunned silence. Then my mother spoke slowly, with an edge to her voice. 'I think you mean "wild beasts laying their heads in his lap".' 'Do I?

Medio penique por cabeza. Eso es. Los que no tengan cabeza entran gratis.

Well, you've heard my old nickname, haven't you?" Rudy shook her head. "Murphy the human tripod." Rudy's jaw dropped as Murph wiggled his eyebrows. "Sadly, it's because I used to have a camera holding fetish.

Back in the days when rulers actually said "off with their heads" it was customary to give the executioner a monetary gift so he would be sure to kill you with the first stroke of the blade. If he didn't, you were still alive but laying around, your head hanging partly chopped off. Not a fun way to spend the day, even the last day of the rest of your life. "The

Welcome to the barship Fools' Glory. I'm the head honcho, John Murphy. And you are the Supreme Exalted Dictator for Life. A bit long. Mind if I call you Dicky for short?

Reading was my escape and my comfort, my consolation, my stimulant of choice: reading for the pure pleasure of it, for the beautiful stillness that surrounds you when you hear an author's words reverberating in your head.

Verse is not written, it is bled; Out of the poet's abstract head. Words drip the poem on the page; Out of his grief, delight and rage.

Em eterno sobressalto dorme a cabeca que usa a coroa

I bet if big fat Henry hadn't been king, he wouldn't have had so many wives. He was a wicked man, but sad too, I suppose. How awful, to never find someone you could truly love, so you are always looking for her your whole life. And cutting people's heads off when they turn out to be the wrong one.

RETORT "Thou art a fool," said my head to my heart, "Indeed, the greatest of fools thou art, To be led astray by the trick of a tress, By a smiling face or a ribbon smart;" And my heart was in sore distress. Then Phyllis came by, and her face was fair, The light gleamed soft on her raven hair; And her lips were blooming a rosy red. Then my heart spoke out with a right bold air: "Thou art worse than a fool, O head!

Lady Madonna lying on the bed Listen to the music playing in your head.

If the feet of enlightenment moved, the great ocean would overflow; If that head bowed, it would look down upon the heavens. Such a body has no place to rest. . . . Let another continue this poem.

got to sit in this big uncomfortable chair with my head leaning back in this groove. The hair washer must have

crying not in grief but in wonder that nothing is ever lost, that everything can be retrieved, that a lifetime is not linear but instant. That, inside the head, everything happens at once.

Joy, joy, joy! Past ages crowd on thee, but each one remembers, And the future is dark, and the present is spread, Like a pillow of thorns for thy slumberless head.

The harp player had just fallen off the stage and cracked his head on an Italian tourist's pint. There was a big cheer, and Con the barman rang a bell on the counter. St Patrick's Day, and McCarthy's Bar was heaving.

The harp player had just fallen off the stage and cracked his head on an Italian tourist's pint. There was a big cheer, and Con the barman rang a bell on the counter.