Quotes About Skull

To your mind, feelings are what create a person, something unwilling, something wild vandalizing whatever the skull holds. Those sensations form a someone. The headaches begin then.

Hamlet himself knew just what to expect: Steady reduction of his body mass Until the day, his very coffin wrecked, Some clown picked up his skull and said, 'Alas.

I thought love was just supposed to happen when you least expected it, like a sap to the skull.

I thought love was supposed to happen when you least expected it, like a sap to the skull.

It was really quite flattering to think that minor damage to my skull could cause such a display of hydrotechnics, but at the same time it left me slightly uneasy about what my response ought to be.

skull dust kicked up by a bone saw is a taste that lingers in the mouth very unpleasantly for hours

The heat outside was like a blow on the skull and the road back to the house was a long mirage, liquid and rippling in the glare, the leaves on the vines drooping, the farm dogs silent, the countryside stunned and deserted.

Eierkopf. Egghead. Because the big double-domed empty heads break so easily . . . in the street brawls.

Thrifty, to think not only of eating the people you did not like, but eating them out of their own skull. The

Thrifty, to think not only of eating the people you did not like, but eating them out of their own skull.

My life is like a memento mori painting from European art: there is always a grinning skull at my side to remind me of the folly of human ambition. I mock this skull.

For the first time she could see a man's head naked of its skull. Saw the cunning thoughts race in and out through the caves and promontories of his mind long before they darted through the tunnel of his mouth.

I am come,' the Demon said simply, in a droning monotone. 'I am with the dead of the lake. Come to me.' Then the appearance of the skull-face vanished and the blood burst into a shroud of flame, spreading through the throne room in a storm of brilliant red and yellow. The screams could be heard half a league away.

Now the moon of the Aztecs is at the zenith, and all the world lies still. Full and white, the white of bones, the white of a skull; blistering the center of the sky well with its throbbing, not touching it on any side. Now the patio is a piebald place of black and white, burning in the downward-teeming light. Not a leaf moves, not a petal falls, in this fierce amalgam. ("The Moon Of Montezuma")

I have a very large forehead. I have a pronounced skull. Maybe producers think that there is a lot going on up in there.

Bronze makes the most complex waveforms of any substance known to man. It creates these vibrations that will just crack your skull.

Start not—nor deem my spirit fled: In me behold the only skull From which, unlike a living head, Whatever flows is never dull.

The skull lay tilted in such a manner that it stared, sightless, up at me as though I, too, were already caught a few feet above him in the strata and, in my turn, were staring upward at that strip of sky which the ages were carrying farther away from me.

There was a sound like a human yawn, and then the skull turned slightly toward me and asked, What's up, boss? Evil's afoot. Well, sure, Bob said, because it refuses to learn the metric system. Otherwise it'd be up to a meter by now.

All right. Tell me what I'm looking at. From the improvised Rolling Stones T-shirt bag tied to my sash, Bob the Skull said, in his most caustic voice, A giant pair of cartoon lips. I muttered a curse and fumbled with the shirt until one of the skull's glowing orange eye sockets was visible. A big goofy magic nerd! Bob said.

As in 'The Three Billy Goats Gruff'? The skull howled with laughter. You just got your ass handed to you by a nursery tale ? I wouldn't say they handed me my ass, I said. Bob was nearly strangling on his laughter, and given that he had no lungs it seemed gratuitous somehow. That's because you can't see yourself, he choked out. Your nose is all swollen up and you've got two black eyes. You look like a raccoon. Holding a dislocated ass.

You have a visitor, my lord. I frowned, What? That is why I came in here. You have a visitor waiting for you. I stood up, exasperated. Why didn't you say so? Lacuna looked confused. I did. Just now. You were there. She frowned thoughtfully. Perhaps you have brain damage. It would not shock me in the least, I said. Would you like me to cut open your skull and check, my lord? she asked. Someone that short should not be that disturbing.

Bob," I said. "We're going to bind a Titan." "Fuck that!" the skull sputtered. "I'm going to Utah!

Urge to come to terms with the Outside, by absorbing, interiorizing it. I won't come out, you must come in to me. Into my womb-garden where I peer out. Where I can construct a universe within the skull, to rival the real.