Quotes About Skulls

Era corriente que los cráneos bien formados fueran recuperados y vendidos a los guardias alemanes, que los utilizaban como pisapapeles.

Distance reminds us that there's a lot more to the universe than just people. It reminds us that there are mental spaces inside our skulls as enormous as the spaces out there.

It's impossible to say. Normal motives don't necessarily apply to psychopathic personalities. Jeffrey Dahmer murdered and cannibalized seventeen people, three of whose skulls were found in his refrigerator." "That's perfectly rational behavior," said Desh sarcastically. "He just didn't want them to spoil.

It was ordained. Just as the fates deal out the plague with a tarot card. Just as the Supreme Being drills holes in our skulls to let the Boston Symphony through.

Todas las calaveras tienen una cara de risa que no viene a cuento

I have heard of you for a hundred years. I have dreamt of the moment when we would come upon each other. Satan has brought us together. Only to you would I give up my leadship. Come see my lair with its hundreds of skulls.

Your lair with its hundreds of skulls?" I repeated. "You think I wish to rule there? Tonight I've seen paintings of such beauty I can't describe them to you. Magnificent works rich in color and brilliance. The city surrounds me with its beautiful allurements.

You say you don't mistrust me, yet you quote Chrysostom - Hell is paved with priests' skulls....

He did not shrug his shoulders; and for want of that muscular outlet he thought the more irritably of beautiful lips kissing holy skulls and other emptinesses ecclesiastically enshrined.

I love prints of skulls and bones and have some taxidermy - a crow and a rabbit - to remind me of home. I like art and have a big portrait of Bjork.

The eye sockets of their skulls are dark, like they've got all the night inside their heads.

Did you ever hear tell,' said Jimmy Farrell, 'of the skulls they have in the city of Dublin? White skulls and black skulls and yellow skulls, and some with full teeth, and some haven't only but one,' and compounded history in the pan of 'an old Dane, maybe, was drowned in the Flood.' My words lick around cobbled quays, go hunting lightly as pampooties over the skull-capped ground. -Viking Dublin: Trial Pieces

he sat upon his throne, which is made of skulls...

her, and glanced at the fire, and behind it. He picked out dozens of skulls, with the mounds of bones that lay next to them, attendants to

And then they frequently placed the skulls in a prominent place, such as in the living room of their house.

To me, all that urgent hopefulness was more frightening than if I'd found a pile of skulls with hair still attached.

To me, all that urgent hopefulness was more frightening than if I'd found a pile of skulls with hair still attached. I ran out in full panic, my underwear tucked up a sleeve.

I am the Daughter of Night. I am the Child of Darkness Forthcoming. Come to my mother or become prey for the beasts of devastation in the Year of the Skulls.

The South: Three-wheeled Piggly Wiggly shopping carts, grease-caked engine blocks, baby strollers with shredded black hoods, Soviet rocket parts, human skulls on spikes and orange-eyed Rottweilers on heavy chains breathing fire...

cadavers' intestines hanging like a parade streamers off the sides of tables, skulls bobbing in boiling pots, organs strewn on the floor being eaten by dogs.....

I love prints of skulls and bones and have some taxidermy - a crow and a rabbit - to remind me of home. I like art and have a big portrait of Bjork.

Take him away. Prepare a feast. Forget nothing. My crown: the golden cutlery. The poison bottles; and the fumes; the wreaths of ivy and the bloody joints; the chains; the bowl of nettles; the spices; the baskets of fresh grass; the skulls and spines; the ribs and shoulder-blades. Forget nothing or, by the blindness of my sockets, I will have your hearts out. Take him away...

There is no one who in giving a kiss does not feel the smile of faceless people, and no one who in touching a newborn child forgets the motionless skulls of horses.

Black are the horses.The horseshoes are black.On the dark capes glistenstains of ink and of wax.Their skulls are leaden,which is why they don't weep.With their patent leather soulsthey come down the street.