Quotes About Skull

The head that will become a skull is already empty. Madness is the déjà-là of death.

phrenologists

So far as I know, childbirth is generally painful in only one of the millions of species on Earth: human beings. This must be a consequence of the recent and continuing increase in cranial volume... Childbirth is painful because the evolution of the human skull has been spectacularly fast and recent.

What I have told you is not legend; it is the truth. The sword is real; it rests today at Paranor. But most important of all, the Warlock Lord is real. He lives today and the Skull Kingdom is his domain!

A horse's skull always looks scary, even if someone has put lipstick on it.

I can't scrape that memory off the inside of my skull fast enough!

Treat the world like a head.

Self-pity needed her full attention, and only in solitude could she breathe life into the lacerating details, but at the instant of her assent—how the tilt of a skull could change a life!—Lola had picked up the bundle of Briony's manuscript from

Self-pity needed her full attention, and only in solitude could she breathe life into the lacerating details, but at the instant of her assent—how the tilt of a skull could change a life!—Lola had picked up the bundle of Briony's manuscript from the

They're fanatics. It's like expecting humanity from a falling rock. It's not going to have a fit of compassion and not crack your skull open.

The skull sat on top of an old Stop sign. Someone had painted the surface of the octagon white and written KEEP OUT across it in large jagged letters. A reddish-brown splatter stained the bottom edge, looking suspiciously like dried blood. I leaned closer. Yep, blood. Some hair, too. Human hair. Curran frowned at the sign. "Do you think he's trying to tell us something?" "I don't know. He's being so subtle about it.

The creature spun, tumbling, then twisted round to face its attacker, rage blazing in its skull.

Sorry stared at the coin, feeling echoes of power slam into her skull like ocean waves.

Yet his feeling of wrongness now ached in his skull.

Karsa spoke in a low voice, 'Tovald Nom, listen well. A warrior who followed me, Delum Thord, was struck on the head. His skull cracked and leaked thought-blood. His mind could not walk back up the path. He was left helpless, harmless. I, too, have been struck on the head. My skull is cracked and I have leaked thought-blood ???????????' Actually it was drool.

He even experimented on himself, hammering a sleeve into his own skull. Once this was accomplished, it was then possible to insert electrodes and inject chemicals "through small needles anywhere in the brain.

Wielki Sherlock Holmes pyta mnie o przemy?lenia? Niestety, nie mog?am mu nic zaoferowa?. By?am, b?d? co b?d?, dziewczyn? o minimalnej obj?to?ci czaszki.

I am of the opinion, Tharkay said, that you ought not assign to free will something more likely the consequence of a sharp blow to the skull.

His learned values of decency and propriety tagged along, shocked at his associations, appalled at his dreams; sorry that in the bone arena of his skull there were no forts for what he loved. His associations came at the speed of light. His value judgments were at the pace of a responsive reading. They could never keep up and direct his thinking.

While I inventoried, identifying bones and separating right and left sides, Emma shot more photos. Then she disappeared with the skull, jaw, and isolated teeth to make dental X-rays. I was turning my attention to gender when Emma reappeared. I suspected the victim was male, since most bones were large and carried robust muscle attachments. "Ready for sex?" I asked. "Got a headache." Yep. I liked this woman. Picking up a pelvic half, I pointed to the front.

Oh, how I prefer the honest violence of men, who will bash in another man's skull and be done, to the thousand shallow cuts of women's malice.

THE SKULL GLARED at me out of empty eye sockets.

He feels the bleakness crawling into his skull; Franco breaths in steadily, trying to tune in all out, that pressure on your brain, eroding focus, diverting the flow of thought down old ruinous canals...

I feel the sickening impact of the skull against my shoe. The scent of blood and roses stings my nose.