The line of head is strong, but the line of heart is weak. And most importantly, the line of life is short. The stars do not seem to be right.
We're deciding the fate of the multiverse with a flip of a coin. Heads or tails, doc. If that isn't a game, I don't know what is.
Heads will fly all over the place, others will explode by themselves, everyone will have their chance to betray, and those who don't betray will be betrayed.
That's how quickly New York City comes about - like a weather wane - or the head of a cobra. Time tells which.
Make it stop," Vincent murmured, coming out of sleep and pulling the blanket over his head. "I think your mutt is howling for you.
If I could go back in time, I'd love to whisper sweet nothings in Van Gogh's ear, but not while it was attached to his head.
My clone will have my mind, but I don’t mind. Two heads are better than one—especially when those two are one and the same.
give me a pillow of strong ever-dependable shoulders that i can bury my head in.
We must love all of creation, not only what is common. A god may have the head of an elephant, after all.
One should hold fast one's heart; for when one letteth it go, how quickly doth one's head run away!
Memories aren't stored in the heart or the head or even the soul, if you ask me, but in the spaces between any given two people.
When I'm with you, bells go off in my head like a moving truck that's backing up.
Guerilla warfare? I was in way over my head. I told myself that I could do this. It was guerilla warfare every time I went to sleep.
That's Third Thoughts for you. When a huge rock is going to land on your head, they're the thoughts that think: Is that an igneous rock, such as granite, or is it sandstone?
My heart is beating with joy, my head is filled with song and my soul is intertwined with yours which is where it always belonged.
I know I'm not going to be in your head all the time. But once you know me, I'll be forever in your heart.
I have opened all the doors in my head. I have opened all the pores in my body. But only the tide rolls in.
He lay on the bed, freshly shaven and washed, legs crossed at the ankles and arms propped behind his head. His posture said,
Beware! said the peridxis's voice in her head. Don't let It's shadowy little truth overwhelm the greater one.
I dance like I make love—in a group, while wearing a bag on my head.
If two heads are better than one, then think how brilliant committees must be.
