Head Quotes
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Keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you.
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I pass the test that says a man who isn't a socialist at 20 has no heart, and a man who is a socialist at 40 has no head.
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It's really easy to take something small and make it big in your head and fight against it.
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Stick your head above the crowd and eventually somebody will throw a rock at it.
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I want a new drug, one that won't make me sick. One that won't make me crash my car, or make my head three feet thick.
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Every day's an adventure when I step out of my door. That's why I usually wear a hat and keep my head low.
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I need a boy who thinks with his big head, not his little one. Since they do not exist, I have fashioned my own.
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Keep your heels, head & standards high!
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I've really gotten over pedals. I can't keep up with this craze of boutique pedals that make you sound like everything but your guitar. I can't get my head around it.
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On Marilyn Monroe: Her body has gone to her head.
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One paints with one's head, not one's hand.
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One night last summer, all the killers in my head assembled on a stage in Massachusetts to sing show tunes.
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Living most of the time in a world created mostly in one's head, does not make for an easy passage in the real world.
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Wake up meat head, don't pretend that you are dead.
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Head high, heart in hell
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The Christian is like the ripening corn; the riper he grows the more lowly he bends his head.
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All of a sudden they're saying that a woman who was able to become head of the Texas Bar Association isn't qualified.
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There is something in us that is wiser than our head.
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I throw/my head back,/& stare at the slowest lightning,/the stars.
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There's always a voice inside your head, and a lot of people second guess it. It can tell me very crazy things, but I will walk willingly into its arms.
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Only kindness that raises its head from the crowd of the world to say it is I you have been looking for, and then goes with you everywhere like a shadow or a friend.
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One can see plainly that there is thunder brooding in his head, but he refuses to speak to them.
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You are my heart, my head, my spine-you are the beat thumping through every line, and that’s why I write–it’s the only time we can be side by side.
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I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the book we are reading doesn't wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for?
