Erik Lehnsherr: [Shaw's mind is frozen by Charles] If you're in there, I'd like you to know that I agree with every word you said. We are the future. But, unfortunately, you killed my mother. This is what we're gonna do. [holds up the coin] Professor...
Queen of Hearts: Who's been painting my roses red? WHO'S BEEN PAINTING MY ROSES RED? /Who dares to taint / With vulgar paint / The royal flower bed? / For painting my roses red / Someone will lose his head. Card Painter: Oh no, Your Majesty, please! ...
My head, something happened to its insides. It was as if a storm at sea happened, but only for a moment, and only on the inside of my head. My ribcage, something definitely happened there. It was as if it unknotted itself from itself, like the hull o...
i go deeper into my head
Denial has rented a room in my head and frequently stomps around slamming doors.
I've always been that person: If it gets into my head, I've got to do it until I get it perfect - a perfectionist's attitude.
Age doesn't mean anything. Its all in your head. Men get sexier with age. They also get wiser and get experienced.
I certainly knew from an early age... how to tell stories; how to create pictures in other people's heads.
Fine art is that in which the hand, the head, and the heart of man go together.
My husband and I went to Bald Head Island for our four-year anniversary. We spent the night in bed with champagne, tequila and Krispy Kreme doughnuts and watched a boxing match on Showtime.
Closed head trauma is about as much fun as nude paintballing.
Reading is thinking with someone else's head instead of ones own.
Men did stupid things when they got romantic ideas in their heads.
Living too much in one's head can be dangerous.
It’s a lot harder to pull your head up and ask why.
In our age it is not sex that raises its ugly head, but love.
Lay your sleeping head, my love, Human on my faithless arm;
A curt voice echoed in Nathaniel’s head, "Prep for impact. This is going to hurt.
Every lover is, in his heart, a madman, and, in his head, a minstrel.
Who will ever kiss this encyclopedia of a head?
I was writing, writing all the time, in my head, looking out at the world.
