In pageants, you are evaluated from head to toe and it's obviously all about looks, and as vain as that is, they can also bring you lots of opportunities to do amazing things.
If I could live in one city and do every single thing I do there, I would choose Venice. You can't turn your head without seeing something amazing.
My baby is amazing; even his head smells amazing. His breath, the whole thing, you could eat him! He's a big, beautiful boy. He's great.
Art comes from a visceral need and is usually generated by something I have seen; writing comes from something that happens in my head and my heart.
I don't feel that rap has been respected as an art form. Because people have seen rappers rap off the top of their heads, they don't think it is difficult.
I've never been a big fan of subtle art. I like art that gets deep into my head and starts my brain spinning with new ideas and inspiration and my whole body is full of energy.
At the moment, in Britain we're facing such enormous cutbacks in education programs and music programs and art programs that you feel you are knocking your head against a brick wall.
Life kicks you on the face, especially the moment you take the helmet off your head to stop and rest.
Lay your head on my shoulder and massage my buttocks while you cry.
It is hieroglyphic that will last, not stone heads. The future belongs to the word, not the image. (The mason Mutsose, in Achet-Aten).
{...} It is hieroglyphic that will last, not stone heads. The future belongs to the word, not the image. (The mason Mutsose, in Achet-Aten).
But as an escort it’s our duty to hold their attention and play with their heads. The one between their ears and the one in their pants.
How could they see anything but the shadows if they were never allowed to move their heads?
Hypocrissist: A narcissist who has their head so far up their ass they can't hear the hypocrisy coming out of their mouth.
I think... if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.
It's strange how a word, a phrase, a sentence, can feel like a blow to the head.
Arkadia wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head upon the muscular cliff face he called his chest.
Lust is a thing of the blood. Doesn't need head or heart.
I sometimes think my head is so large because it is so full of dreams.
Ron gave a tiny jerk of the head that Harry understood to mean, Well - if you must.
Yeah,” said Ron, “and lucky Harry doesn’t lose his head in a crisis — ‘there’s no wood,’ .
