Head - Quotes


Hitting your head against a wall is not the fastest way to move it.

Mark Sheppard

Life`s not always what you see; it`s what going on in your head.

Ed Westwick

Whether you`re a man or not comes from your heart, not how much hair you have on your head.

Bruce Willis


You do not lead by hitting people over the head - that`s assault, not leadership.

Dwight David Eisenhower

Thinking is hard. Thinking about some problems is so hard it can make your head ache just thinking about thinking about them.

Daniel Dennett

Every lover is in his heart a madman, and in his head a minstrel.

Neil Gaiman

The past is a gaping hole. You try to run from it, but the more you run, the deeper it grows behind you, its edges yawning at your heels. Your only chance is to turn around and face it. But it`s like looking down into the grave of your love, or kissing the mouth of a gun, a bullet trembling in its dark nest, ready to blow your head off.

Max Payne

Look for God. Look for God like a man with his head on fire looks for water.

Elizabeth Gilbert

Shyness is when you turn your head away from something you want. Shame is when you turn your head away from something you do not want.

Jonathan Safran Foer

The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of because words diminish your feelings - words shrink things that seem timeless when they are in your head to no more than living size when they are brought out.

Stephen King

Nothing is as good as you can imagine it. No one is as beautiful as she is in your head. Nothing is as exciting as your fantasy.

Chuck Palahniuk

Sometimes the facts in my head get bored and decide to take a walk in my mouth. Frequently this is a bad thing.

Scott Westerfeld

One thing I truly knew - knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest - was how love gave someone the power to break you.

Stephenie Meyer

One thought keeps going round my head:
The thought of dying in my bed!
Slowly withering like some overblown
Flower the greenfly gnaws and makes his own;
Wasting away like an old candlestick
In a deserted room, grown pale and sick.

Sándor Petőfi

All you arrive at in the end
is a sad, washed-out, sandy plain,
you gaze about, take it in, bend
a wise head, nod; hope is in vain.

Attila József


We use cookies to personalise ads and to analyse our traffic. We also share information about your use of our site with our advertising and analytics partners. By using our site, you accept the use of these cookies. See details