It’s going to be okay, Eric," Urte said, helping me sit up. I shook my head. "Lying is my forte, Urte, not yours.” (Eric.)
You said sloppy! Look, I didn't even use my sword; I hit him with my head, like a moron.
My doppelganger wraps the ear in a handkerchief and shoves it into his pocket as he leaves the train with a nod of his head in my direction.” William Wilson in the short story 'Metro' by Steen Langstrup
It’s not enough to fill your head with wondrous ideas—you must initiate action.
Ancient Chinese proverb,” he said, heading toward the kitchen. “He who butt-fucks all night wakes up with sore asshole.
But my mom shook her head at him and said to me, "Yes, you made your bed, but for heaven's sakes, don't just lie in it!
She [Nana] listened to his [Steiner's] propositions, turning them down every time with a shake of the head and that provocative laughter which is peculiar to full-bodied blondes.
Lan shook his head sightly "He was better. But he thought I was finished, with only one arm. He never understood. You surrender after you're dead.
On a small table beside his chair were other haphazardly stacked volumes by such poets as Emerson, Whitman, and Wallace Stevens, a dangerous crew to let into your head.
Almost overnight, Albert Pinkham had gone from being barely able to keep his head above water to walking on the stuff.
What about me?” Wes snapped. “Don’t I get a vote?” Daniel shook his head. “She’s willing and you’re breathing. I pronounce you man and wife.
Does it hurt?” He bent his head and lightly kissed her forehead. “Only when I laugh.” “I’ll try not to be funny.” “Epic fail, beautiful.
All I’m saying is that I don’t want to sort of fall in love with fifty different people. I’d rather find one person and fall completely, deeply in over my head.
Remember, children, all the stories are true." Simon tried to wrap his head around the idea that there might, somewhere in Germany, be a large bean stalk with an angry giant at the top.
First Pallas and now you,” the gray-haired man said, shaking his head at Nick. “It’s like I’m running a goddamn dating service around here.
[He] had to submit to the fate of every newcomer in a small town, where many tongues talk but few heads think.
I wondered how he'd learned to push the words away, to drown them, to not feel them pounding against his head and his heart, begging to be spoken.
Why am I letting you comfort me?” He stared over her head. Because I’ve made sure you have no one else to turn to.
The only real treasure is in your head. Memories are better than diamonds and nobody can steal them from you
Vane’s lips tightened to suppress a smile. “Why so hostile, love?” “You whacked me on the head with a ball!” “You deserved it.
I'm sorry I ruined your homecoming." He kissed me once more and then shook his head. "The only thing that could ruin this is not being with you.
