Top 1200 Shaking My Head Quotes & Sayings - Page 20

I collect head shots from bands.

I was strong inside my head.

I'm a big sneaker head.

But like a gambler at a slot machine, hoping the next spin would change her life for the better, she closed in before she lost her nerve. Taking his hand, she pulled him toward her, near enough to feel his body against her. She looked up at him, tilting her head slightly as she leaned in. Mike, recognizing what was happening but still having trouble believing it, tilted his head and closed his eyes, their faces drawing near.

A pin has a head, but has no hair

I was the head chef on the S.S. Diarrhea.

Poetry is perhaps this: an Atemwende, a turning of our breath. Who knows, perhaps poetry goes its way—the way of art—for the sake of just such a turn? And since the strange, the abyss and Medusa’s head, the abyss and the automaton, all seem to lie in the same direction—is it perhaps this turn, this Atemwende, which can sort out the strange from the strange? It is perhaps here, in this one brief moment, that Medusa’s head shrivels and the automaton runs down? Perhaps, along with the I, estranged and freed here, in this manner, some other thing is also set free?

In my head I'm talking all the time.

I'm at the mercy of whatever character comes into my head.

The frequencies in my head are not known to normals!

My head’s under water but I’m breathing fine

Problems are all in your head.

My head'll explode if I continue with this escapism.

Home is where you hang your head.

Whatever I hear in my head is what I play.

I do most of the cooking in my head.

It's bad when you get hit in the head.

I look more to the future. That's where my head is at.

The heart is as important as the head in learning

I write from the voice in my head.

Here is The Boy with the Thorn in His Side, dying in your world. A man made monster with every human emotion, overdosed on worthlessness in a world that could never wrap it’s head around him (so don’t even try). When it’s all over just remember every single word you ever said was always just a bullet to his head. Bury him underground between friends and love - the only things that are gonna make it to the end with him. Look for his body buried beneath where the yellow weeds are growing and know he’s still living in his nightmares.

The information is in the people, not in your head.

I'm the Legendary Radio Head

I was hot and I knew it and it went to my head.

Maybe it's the stardust in my head.

One paints with one's head, not one's hand.

They'll get it all from you sooner or later 'cause they own this f**kin' place. It's a big club and you ain't in it. You and I are not in the big club. By the way, it's the same big club they use to beat you over the head with all day long when they tell you what to believe. All day long beating you over the head with their media telling you what to believe, what to think and what to buy. The table is tilted, folks. The game is rigged and nobody seems to notice. Nobody seems to care. Good, honest, hard-working people: white collar, blue collar, it doesn't matter what color shirt you have on.

My head has got regrets, but I haven't.

What a splendid head, yet no brain.

When one's head is gone one doesn't weep for one's hair!

You live in my head all the time.

I lifted my right foot to step up into the bus and collided head on with an invisible force that entered my awareness like a silently exploding stick of dynamite blowing the door of my usual consciousness open and off its hinges, splitting me in two. In the gaping space that appeared, what I had previously called "me" was forcefully pushed out of its usual location inside me into a new location that was approximately a foot behind and to the left of my head. "I" was now behind my body, looking out at the world without using the body's eyes.

I love directing and that's where I'm headed. That's where my head is at.

Whatever your woman is into, you better be into. Whatever your man is into, you better be N2. Your partner into church, you better be into church. Your man or woman a crack head, you better be a crack head ... Otherwise it just won't work.

In music, as you develop a theme or musical idea, there are many points at which directions must be decided, and at any time I was in the throes of debate with myself, harmonically or melodically, I would turn to Billy Strayhorn. We would talk, and then the whole world would come into focus. The steady hand of his good judgment pointed to the clear way that was fitting for us. He was not, as he was often referred to by many, my alter ego. Billy Strayhorn was my right arm, my left arm, all the eyes in the back of my head, my brainwaves in his head, and his in mine.

I like visual imagery in my head.

The big show is inside my head.

I cannot let my opponents get into my head.

My heart in passion, and my head on rhymes.

Sex education has to do with what's in people's head.

I think I have a good head on my shoulders.

With determination and purpose, I head into the light.

I'm obsessive when I get an idea in my head.

Hit the nail on the head.

You have to face fears head on.

I don't have a bullet in my head, do I? So I'm fine.

Was it all in my head? A Lunar trick?” Her stomach twisted. “No.” She shook her head, fervently. How to explain that she hadn’t had the gift before? That she couldn’t have used it against him? “I would never lie—” The words faded. She had lied. Everything he knew about her had been a lie. “I’m so sorry,” she finished, the words falling lamely in the open air. Kai peeled his eyes away, finding some place of resignation off in the glistening garden. “You’re even more painful to look at than she is.

Treat the world like a head.

A theory is a battlefield in your head.

My head is pretty small.

It is not the Head but the Heart that is the Seat of Atheism.

My head is my favorite swimming pool.

Who shall blame him? Who will not secretly rejoice when the hero puts his armour off, and halts by the window and gazes at his wife and son, who, very distant at first, gradually come closer and closer, till lips and book and head are clearly before him, though still lovely and unfamiliar from the intensity of his isolation and the waste of ages and the perishing of the stars, and finally putting his pipe in his pocket and bending his magnificent head before her—who will blame him if he does homage to the beauty of the world?

Why are you smiling?' Gargarin asked Froi, from across the balconette. 'When you're going to have to learn a lesson in diplomacy today and choose between the gardens of two women?' Froi laughed, his chin resting on Quintana's head, his eyes taking in the joy of his son, despite the ridiculous cap that covered the babe's head. He looked across at Lirah and Arjuro and Rafuel, and then back to Gargarin who was smiling himself, because he knew the answer to his own question. 'Because today, I think I'm leaning on the side of wonder.

I talk to the friends in my head on paper.

My head was always in books.

I headbang with my head, no my hair

The head is not more native to the heart.

Feed your head. Feed your head. Feed your head

In my head I always wanted to be a manager.