Head Quotes

But I do have an idea in my head before I go in about what I'm going to do.

I like to get to bed with a clear head.

It's clearly more important to treat one's fellow man well than to be always praying and fasting and touching one's head to a prayer mat.

I got my head bashed in at a demonstration against the Vietnam War. Police were losing control because they were up against a world they really didn't understand.

Overall the fundamentals seem to be there and he's obviously got a very mature head on his shoulders. He's got a kind of presence.

There are some images that I will only use once, and not use again because they don't seem to really hit the nail right on the head, but there are some which are so strong they have to be reduced; sometimes just reusing them makes them stronger.

My husband gave me a necklace. It's fake. I requested fake. Maybe I'm paranoid, but in this day and age, I don't want something around my neck that's worth more than my head.

I wish I had more hair on my head. Maybe if I sprinkled fertilizer on it, it would grow.

Every time I hear, Cut. Print, something cold and electrical goes off in my head, because I'm never going to change that film.

Some of the funniest people I know are not screwed up in the head.

Working with Julie Andrews is like getting hit over the head with a valentine.

There's not ever much of anything going on in my head.

I don't write about certain arguments I have with my wife. I'd get my head torn off if wrote about certain things.

In this business, it's easy for either your heart or your head to be swayed, and I try to always stay true to who I am.

I hear entire symphonies, oratorios, in my head, but I can't write a note.

I think that will be a lot of fun for audiences to get the same stream of consciousness that was going through my head at the time. It was very exciting to suddenly recall what I was feeling at the time.

I'm not allowed to get a big head, I've still got to do the simple things in life.

My grandfather was an autoworker, and I have a weapon he manufactured to protect himself from the company that he would carry to work. It's a big iron pipe with a hunk of lead on the head. I think about how far we've come as companies from those days, where workers had to protect themselves from the company.

Everyone has highs and lows that they have to learn from, but every morning I start off with a good head on my shoulders, saying to myself, 'It's going to be a good day!'.

Of course I've had a bunch of broken bones, sprains and I've had five or six concussions, with three serious ones. I also got a real heavy duty blood clot and internal bleeding from where I was shot in the stomach with a beanbag bullet that the police use for crowd control. I've also had six stitches in my head.

In all feats of fire-eating it should be noted that the head is thrown well back, so that the flame may pass out of the open mouth instead of up into the roof, as it would if the head were held naturally.

I have spoken to a whole group of millionaires, head executives at Microsoft. Boy did I chew those guys out.

People are governed with the head; kindness of heart is little use in chess.

You can't make everybody happy. We just put our head down and went forward. We said, 'This music is bigger than all of us.' That's how we felt. We said, 'You know what? We'll prevail. We'll bet on these songs.'

The instinct of nearly all societies is to lock up anybody who is truly free. First, society begins by trying to beat you up. If this fails, they try to poison you. If this fails too, the finish by loading honors on your head.

I'm watching the charts every week and hoping something will pop into my head.

Just this morning, out of a large memory for songs, and having been obsessed by them since childhood, suddenly, at the age of 84, I thought of a song I hadn't thought of in over 50 years. It came into my head unbidden.

A heart to resolve, a head to contrive, and a hand to execute.

My characters are fictional. I get ideas from real people, sometimes, but my characters always exist only in my head.

Let me tell you, it is still morning in America. It just happens to be kind of a head pounding, hung over for four hours in America - and it's shaping up to be a nasty day, but its still morning in America.