[Poetry] was a form of incantation, a means of welding the world inside his head to the one that surrounded him, words the fiery chain that bound it all together.
That is the Proctor. He is our Cerberus; he has to keep all undergraduates in good order." "What a task! He ought to have three heads.
The giving of undue prominence to one fact brings others inexorably on the head of the student to avenge his neglect of them,
The night before I’m murdered,” said the voice over in my head, “will be at noon.” I’d better write and mail all my love letters in my mannequin handwriting.
It was probably my mother's screaming that frightened the cat. It's just a guess. No one knows for sure why a cat fell from a ten-storey building onto my head.
I was so offended I wanted to light his face on fire. But I restrained myself, because he was wearing my cat on his head.
I keep my love in the trunk. And I drive slowly over speed bumps, so she doesn’t bump her head around.
Kishan shook his head. 'I'm not going to let you hurt her.' ' her? I'm not going to harm her. You, on the other hand, I'm going to destroy.
You men never change. Is that all you can see? Proud grandfathers of a large....” Mrs. Werner smacked her husband upside the head and took the pictures away.
But you can't get away from yourself. You can't decide not to see yourself anymore. You can't decide to turn off the noise in your head.
The last thing she wanted was to see her friend getting ideas in her head. There was such a lot of room in there for them to bounce around and do damage.
You cannot run at full throttle when applying your mindset to all of the different things running through your head. Focusing is the key to manifesting your desires.
One good punch from Rube on me would send the sky into my head and the clouds into my lungs. I just always tried to stay up.
Some seek the comfort of their therapist's office, other head to the corner pub and dive into a pint, but I chose running as my therapy.
..when the first rubber ball smacked her in the head and made her brains rattle in her skull, she knew that something about this dodgeball game was different
Do you ever go back?" Ruthann nods, "When I need to remember where I came from, or where I'm headed.
I wish I could take my brain and put it inside your head,” Winslow said. “Just for a moment. Then you’d know what all I can’t find how to say.
I don't know what happened to me," he said, shaking his head. "I honestly don't." ... "You grew up, Alex.
Time’s a goon, right? You gonna let that goon push you around?” Scotty shook his head. “The goon won.
Oh my god! Oh no, no, no, no. The condoms. Hugh had seen the condoms. She wanted to bury her head under the covers and never come out.
Lottie tilted her head to one side and looked Maya up and down. "You're a little bit of a thing, but I hear you're good at stirring up big trouble.
