If I hadn’t stopped to thank the ghoul, I might not be covered in rotting, slimy, dead guy. I shook my head ruefully and continued walking. No good deed goes unpunished.
Any curly-haired boy can write windswept ballads. You have to crush people's heads. That's the only way to make those fuckers listen.
To get him to agree, I put a gun to his head. To get him to not change his mind, I blew out his brains.
I pound on the glass, screaming my head off. Everyone ignores me except for some Capitol attendant who appears behind me and offers me a beverage.
todos los sistemas, sea cual sea su ideología, generan su propia injusticia; acaso el mal es el precio de la existencia, pero no se puede impedir la existencia por temor al mal...
We still have a lot to talk about," I said. "Talk?" He shook his head, his eyes full of desire. , he whispered to my thoughts.
When you trust your gut, follow your heart, and use your head, magic happens!
Why I let you talk me into these things, I’ll never understand. One day you’re going to get me into some serious trouble," Rowan said, shaking his head.
...and when I lift my head to scream out my fury, a million stars turn black and die. No one can see them, but they are my tears.
Sophie clutched Grant tighter. 'I don’t know what screwed-up messages from your family are floating around in your head right now, but you’re staying right here.
Heralds don't sing about men who lived in orthodoxy or played it safe, they sing about men who lived an uncertain future and took enough risks to make your head spin.
Keep your head up, your eyes forward & your heart open. Great things are coming to you ahead on the roads of your life.
Olympus is still a patriarchy. Zeus heads his royal household as jealously as Jehovah rules his harem of dull, harp-playing angels. Both are templates for order on earth, don’t you think?
This book attempts to record a journey to restoration that applies to ordinary people like you and I. It is a shot towards healing. A step headed for a new consciousness. It emerges from a moment in time where all seems lost.
Well, what do you want me to do? Head butt my way through a few inches of steel?!” she snarled. “Well, that would certainly earn you a cookie!
Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.
You look confused," said Adrian. I shook my head and sighed. "I think I'm just overthinking things." He nodded solemnly. "That's why I try to never do it.
Henry lifted his head and looked directly at me. I froze where I stood, feeling as if he had just told me a secret with that look. It was new . It was a question and a statement and a quick, hidden secret all at once..
Life will hack off your head and shit down your neck every chance it gets. I've found that consuming drugs and booze, listening to music and always having an excuse in the best way to tip the scales.
And second, everyone is so , but they're all completely accepted. It's like, okay, you have a pumpkin head, and that guy's made of tin, and you're a talking chicken, but what the hell, let's do a road trip.
Sex is like God, really. I know they're both important, but if I think about them too much my head hurts." -The Best Kept Secret
