Top 100 Head Like A Sayings
#1. My thoughts are so clear that I wouldn't be surprised if he could see them blazing above my head like a neon sign outside a fish and chip shop. I fancy you.
Jenny Downham
#2. We lay on our sides, like spoons nesting in a drawer. My arm ended up under her head, like a pillow. She curled snugly along the inside of my body, so easy and natural, as if she had been designed to fit there. - Kvothe - The Name Of The Wind - pg 629
Patrick Rothfuss
#3. As millions of women have done before me, I pulled domesticity over my head like a blanket and found I was still cold.
Peg Bracken
#4. I plan less and less. It's a great benefit of writing lots, that you get good at holding long narratives in your head like a virtual space.
Jonathan Lethem
#5. Possible outfits rolled in her head like a slot machine in Atlantic City.
Terri Gillespie
#6. fight with your problems like a soldier never bow your head like a slave
Vinod
#7. Tell me my little children, what crime has this lizard committed that it must die this evening?" There was silence. In raising my head like a joke, I tried to laugh. That was the same time I realized that grandma was dead serious with us.Pg.26
Obehi Peter Ewanfoh
#8. No country is so peaceful as the one that leads into death. Life arches above one's head like a bridgespan, and below it flows the water, carries the boat, takes it further.
Alfred Doblin
#9. Then I tug the toaster from the wall and swing the appliance around my head like a lasso. I'm not aiming to knock her out. I'm aiming to knock off her fucking head.
J.A. Konrath
#10. Does changing for the better absolve you of all the wicked shit you did before?
No. March fills my head like a warm glow. Instead you receive the twin delights of guilt and regret.
Ann Aguirre
#11. And for so long I have wanted to escape into the Dream, to fold my country over my head like a blanket. But this has never been an option because the Dream rests on our backs, the bedding made from our bodies.
Ta-Nehisi Coates
#12. without purpose your sharp perceptions and subtle noticings are just an excuse to swim around inside your own head like a goldfish whilst the real world rages on about you. You're all vision and no purpose, in a world that demands we constantly ready ourselves not to bark, but to bite.
Troy Blackford
#13. As a rock on the seashore he standeth firm, and the dashing of the waves disturbeth him not. He raiseth his head like a tower on a hill, and the arrows of fortune drop at his feet. In the instant of danger, the courage of his heart here, and scorn to fly.
Akhenaton
#14. Sometimes, magic is like that. It lands on your head like a piano, a stupid, ancient, unfunny joke, and you spend the rest of your life picking sharps and flats out of your hair.
Catherynne M Valente
#15. Her hair burst from her head like a fireworks shell erupting, framing her face in spray of red-blond energy.
Dennis Vickers
#16. When my nine goes buck, it will bust your head like a watermelon dropping 12 stories up.
Ice Cube
#17. On Laurence Olivier as Hamlet in a 1948 film: Olivier's idea of introspection was to hood his eyes, dentalize his consonants and let the camera circle his blondined head like a sparrow looking for a place to deposit its droppings.
Robert Brustein
#18. Gotta have a head like a wrecking ball, a spirit like one of them punching clown dummies that always weeble-wobbles back up to standing. This takes time. Stories need to find the right home, the right audience. Stick with it. Quitting is for sad pandas.
Chuck Wendig
#19. I be more hipper than a hippopotamus
Get off in your head like a neurologist
E-40
#20. All those years I'd kept an outline of my father in my head, like a chalk line enclosing a father-shaped space. When I was little, I'd coloured it in often enough. But those colours had been too bright and the outline had been too large ...
Margaret Atwood
#21. He was only thirty-eight. His body was clean, well-fed, and benign. He had all his teeth. A fresh Armenian joke stirred in his head like a child in its mother's womb. He thought life was wonderful.
Ilya Ilf
#22. By the time I settled in and concentrated on what we were doing, class was over. And everything had gone straight through my head like a breeze through an open window.
Kristin Bartley Lenz
#23. tilted her head, like a dog hearing a strange sound. "Does pain happen if you don't remember it?" Kat
Harlan Coben
#24. Blind zeal is soon put to a shameful retreat, while holy resolution, built on fast principles, lifts up its head like a rock in the midst of the waves.
William Gurnall
#25. Like a crowd in my head, so loud.
I wonder what it's like to be dead, I hope it's quiet.
Noise in my head like a riot.
Any remedy you have for me, I'll try it.
Maxwell Frazer
#26. What I hate is the thought of being under a man's thumb," I had told Doctor Nolan. "A man doesn't have a worry in the world, while I've got a baby hanging over my head like a big stick, to keep me in line.
Sylvia Plath
#27. He grabbed for the coatrack that stood by the door, ripped the coats off it, and flung the door wide, the rack held above his head like a javelin.
On the other side of the door was Jace. He blinked. Is that a coatrack?
Cassandra Clare
#28. I steal things from people, characteristics, and I just stock them in my head like a library to use for characters in the future.
Luke Mably
#29. An idea ran backward and forward in his head like a blind man, knocking over the solid furniture.
F Scott Fitzgerald
#30. woman's mouth opened and she brandished the rolling pin over her head like a Highland warrior. "PERVERRRRRRRT!" she screamed, and then she ran at him, clubbing him wherever she could reach. Edward
Cynthia Hand
#31. When everyone just shook their heads, he unbuttoned his shirt and,
oh good Lord, shrugged out of it, bunching it up to slip beneath her
head like a pillow.
Don't look at him, she told herself. Don't look
She looked.
Sweet Jesus.
Jill Shalvis
#32. Listen to me well, Low Born, don't think for a second I won't cut your heart from your worthless hide and wear it on my head ... like a hat.
G.A. Aiken
#33. Do not leave me,
hide in my heart like a secret,
wind around my head like a turban.
"I come and go as I please,"
you say, "swift as a heartbeat."
You can tease me as much as you like
but never leave me.
Rumi
#34. If only' repeated again and again in her head like a battering ram ... 'if only' could break your heart.
Alexandra Ripley
#35. He has a vision of the top of his neck, opening up into his head like a bathroom drain. Fragments of words are swirling down it, in a grey liquid he realizes is his dissolving brain.
Margaret Atwood
#36. An ex-tragedy queen named Miss Glynn, who, having no visible external ears, reared a head like a turnip.
Oscar Wilde
#37. 'The demon cried, waving its furry arms above his head like a demented orangutan.
Jana Oliver
#38. And he took another swallow of the brandy, shaking his great fair head like a man who looks forward to the worst.
Robert Louis Stevenson
#39. Then he just let it ring, the phone pressed to his head like a pistol, her picture in his hands.
Geoff Dyer
#40. Memory entering the head like a knife.
A girl's hands slicing the heart in two.
Alfian Sa'at
#41. When I'm with you, bells go off in my head like a moving truck that's backing up.
Jodi Picoult
#42. Clary remembered how it had felt to be lifted up by those hands, his arms holding her up and the stars hurtling down around her head like a rain of silver tinsel.
Cassandra Clare
#43. The word "happy" had started to sound wrong in Darcy's head, like a random collection of Scrabble letters. "What about
Scott Westerfeld
#44. You said sloppy! Look, I didn't even use my sword; I hit him with my head, like a moron.
Ilona Andrews
#45. She felt it snap into her head like a slide loading into a projector.
Karin Slaughter
#46. Majesty, I beg your forgiveness for the idignity you suffered and offer you the head of our enemy as - "
"Put that thing down," I said impatiently. "I can't talk to you when you're shaking his head like a damned maraca.
MaryJanice Davidson
#47. The Daimons could, in theory, shoot you until you're too weakened to fight them and then behead you. (Celena)
Want to put a cone around my head like a dog to make sure they can't decapitate me while we're at it? (Rafael)
Sherrilyn Kenyon
#48. Four men killed that day. The phrase sat up in Willie's head like a rat and made a nest for itself there
Sebastian Barry
#49. Margie Flynn was in my head like a bad cold, blurring everything. It was a new kind of loneliness, a hurt I couldn't stop picking at.
Chris Fuhrman
#50. Unfortunately, the next thing I say sounds deranged. "I want to know what's going on in your brain. I want to juice your head like a lemon." "Why
Sally Thorne
#51. A real racehorse should have a head like a lady and the behind like a cook.
Jack Leach
#54. Everything that had happened flipped through
my head like a photo album I wanted to burn.
Jennifer L. Armentrout
#55. Finally, after several more breathless moments, he straightened, disentangling his limbs from mine. "That's how you should be kissed. Every single time." And then he patted my head like a small child and walked away.
Rachel Higginson
#56. I've been practicin' my morgue face for when I have to go identify your body. Wanna see it? Nick said then he arranged his face in this kind of mock, sad, shocked look and slowly shook his head like a world with vigilante social workers
mystified him.
Kristen Ashley
#57. Oh definitely. It'll be in a hot tub, with my entire head squeezed into a jet. The photos are going to be hilarious. Man, I really hope the internet sticks around so people can reference this article in my obituaries and see that what sounds like a joke was actually amazingly prescient.
Jason Sudeikis
#58. You know, I like to think my life is kind of like the books I read, only I'm the author. I can write the story I want. The future can be anything I want it to be." He moved his head side to side, considering my words. "That works, as long as your story has a blond stud that fucks like an animal.
Adriana Locke
#59. I sit on it's edge, looking down at the man who feels like he just materialized out of nowhere. My head still swims with euphoria from the moment...a moment I was just in with one man whilst sleeping next to another. Suddenly feeling dirty, I pull the sheets wrapped in front of my body closer.
E.J. Mellow
#60. At the end of a project I get very weird, you know, in my head because I'm not doing it. It's like an addiction. I have to do it.
Roberta Williams
#61. My head feels like a snow globe that's been shaken, and glitter is swirling around in it like unmoored stars.
Laini Taylor
#62. Sometimes those fears creep into the back of your head, but then you slap yourself and think, 'Oh, woe is me! People actually like me.' What a silly thing to worry about. This is a huge opportunity, and I'm excited.
Ben McKenzie
#63. Involuntarily, she stopped, jerked up her head, looked around her like a frightened woman. They weren't car horns: they were wind instruments
Stephen R. Donaldson
#64. Owning a TVR in the past was like owning a bear. I mean it was great, until it pulled your head off, which it would.
Jeremy Clarkson
#65. Cat, hmmm? From where I sit you look more like a Kitten."
My head jerked around and I shot him an annoyed look.
Oh, I was going to enjoy this, all right.
"It's Cat," I repeated firmly. "Cat Raven."
"Whatever you say, Kitten Tweedy.
Jeaniene Frost
#66. If we put a gun to her head she would sing all day. Try it first with a bird, General Benjamin said gently to Alfredo. Like our soprano, they have no capacity to understand authority. The bird doesn't know enough to be afraid and the person holding the gun will only end up looking like a lunatic.
Ann Patchett
#67. Rip Rig & Panic was a milestone for me, and I've always been really thankful that I did that when I was 16. It saved me for when I suddenly became really successful later on. So even when my head's been spinning like a banshee, my feet still feel held down to the ground.
Neneh Cherry
#68. I grew up in the South Bronx, raised by my grandmother, who scrapped and scraped to make sure I had a roof over my head and food in my stomach. I was painfully aware of what it was like to live with limited resources and a certain level of uncertainty.
Joy Bryant
#69. We have these rules, the 'hero rules.' Like, a hero doesn't slouch. A hero walks proudly with his head up. A hero walks with a purpose. A hero's always a gentleman.
John Singleton
#70. It's rare that I actually have a story in my head. I have events or 'what's the next move?' Like, Maggie, 'where's she going to go in this story, where's she going to end up?' Then the story has to fill in the in-between, and that comes as I'm starting it.
Jaime Hernandez
#71. A MILLION THOUGHTS POUR THROUGH MY HEAD, BUT LIKE HER, I STAY SILENT. THERE'S SIMPLY NOTHING TO SAY.
Marie Lu
#72. Depends. (Adron)
On? (Livia)
Whether or not they're plotting against you. Taryn's like a head injury. It's only funny when it happens to someone else. And Tiernan ... I think there's now a hurricane on Chrinon VI named after him. (Adron)
Sherrilyn Kenyon
#73. his head burst in a blizzard of seeds that hung in the lamplight and drifted slowly to the ground like a tiny division of poison paratroopers.
Jeff VanderMeer
#74. I didn't realize how angry and jealous it would make me to see you being held by another man, and when he dropped his hands to your ass and thrust his leg between yours I wanted to rip his fucking head off and then spin around the room holding it up like a warning sign.
Jen Frederick
#75. I personally didn't see personal atrocities in the sense I saw somebody cut a head off or something like that. However, I did take part in free-fire zones, I did take part in harassment and interdiction fire, I did take part in search-and-destroy missions.
John F. Kerry
#76. You're gay," wash stated.
Rhodes nodded, a short jerk of his head, dropping his gaze to his beer.
"As in, you-like-men gay."
Still eying his beer, Rhodes gave an affirmative shrug.
"As in, you like-to-fuck-men gay."
"Yes!
Katie Allen
#77. There was a band playing in my head, And I felt like getting high
Neil Young
#78. I look up at Eric,sniffing "I tried to...and..."I shake my head.
"You tired to what?" asks Eric
"Kiss me," says Tobias. "And I rejected her,and she went running off like a five-year-old. there's really nothing to blame her for but stupidity.
Veronica Roth
#79. So I don't think I'm gonna pull my head into my shell just because a bunch of people start acting like idiots.
Todd Rundgren
#80. In the second grade, I would just get bored and a joke would pop into my head and I would have to say it. It was almost like I had some brilliant novel in my head that I had to get down, and I would interrupt class all the time and get in trouble.
Anthony Jeselnik
#81. Her eyes burn like
a match head striking
my flesh with ferocity
and precision to ignite
the night with a divinorum induced
dream.
A.P. Sweet
#82. I can't get excited about a man until he's forty-two. I know this idiot girl who keeps telling me I ought to go to a head-shrinker; she says I have a father complex. Which is so merde. I simply trained myself to like older men, and it was the smartest thing I ever did.
Truman Capote
#83. I kept my head down and my breathing steady. No idea why. I totally felt like a sniper in the marines. Only I was pregnant. Other than that, and the fact that I couldn't snipe if they'd paid me to, I embodied all that a sniper should be. Stealth. Grace. The patience of a panther on the prowl.
Darynda Jones
#84. She rode at the head of a shining line of black limos like the head raven in a convocation of black birds. Her husband had moved people, and, in so moving, had become their Lancelot Satterwhite, too. Something of him lived in them, was not hers, was now theirs.
Lauren Groff
#85. I leaned my head on the back of the wooden chair and looked over at his handsome profile, all alight in the glow of the fire. For a second he looked like a God, maybe of the Sun, all golden and beautiful, his own magnificence outdoing that of the dancing flames.
Mia Sheridan
#86. Fin," she whispered. "What do you need?" He covered her hand, right there in her lap, then let go quickly and dipped his head to try to meet her downcast eyes. He smelled so good--like intrigue and dubious morality. It sent a delicious shiver down her arms.
Lauren Christopher
#87. Well, you can go ahead and hang your head out the car window if you feel like it."
Luke laughed. "I'm a werewolf, not a golden retriever."
-Clary & Luke, pg.415-
Cassandra Clare
#88. Rush Limbaugh is beginning to look more and more like Mr. Big, and at some point somebody's going to jam a CO2 pellet into his head and he's going to explode like a giant blimp. That day may come. Not yet, but we'll be there to watch.
Chris Matthews
#89. I'm big on having a blistering pace. That's one of the hallmarks of what I do, and that's not easy. I never blow up cars and things like that, so it's something else that keeps the suspense flowing. I try not to write a chapter that isn't going to turn on the movie projector in your head.
James Patterson
#90. Nijel was one of those people who, if you say 'don't look now,' would immediately swivel his head like an owl on a turntable.
Terry Pratchett
#91. When she walked ... she stretched out long and thin like a little tiger, and held her head high to look over the grass as if she were treading the jungle.
Sarah Orne Jewett
#92. He kissed the top of her head. "How did you meet him?"
She curled up against Chase. "I was running a cougar in the Palo Duro Canyon and he saw me and chased after me."
"Sounds like you have a penchant for that....
Terry Spear
#93. Birds are flyin' south for winter. Here's the Weird-Bird headin' north, Wings a-flappin', beak a-chatterin', Cold head bobbin' back 'n' forth. He says, It's not that I like ice Or freezin' winds and snowy ground. It's just sometimes it's kind of nice To be the only bird in town.
Shel Silverstein
#94. He threw his head back and sang, "'I am a centaur, yes, a centaur is what I am.' It's not like you to wax, Artemis"
"Foaly is singing," said Holly. "Surely that's illegal?
Eoin Colfer
#95. His gaze met hers. It was crazy. Dressed down in worn blue jeans and a black shirt, he was the most beautiful man she'd ever seen.
And the moment was sort of perfect.
Even with the deer head staring over his shoulder like a total creeper.
J. Lynn
#96. In the instant Miu touched her hair, Sumire fell in love, like she was crossing a field and bang! a bolt of lightning zapped her right in the head. Something akin to an artistic revelation.
Haruki Murakami
#97. Slander, in the strict meaning of the term, comes under the head of lying; but it is a kind of lying which, like its antithesis flattery, ought to be set apart for special censure.
Washington Gladden
#98. Holy bejeezus," Lula said, eyes bugged out, looking at the building. "This is scaring the crap out of me. This is like where Dracula would live if he didn't have any money and was a crack-head. I bet it's filled with rabid bats and killer snakes and hairy spiders as big as dinner plated.
Janet Evanovich
#99. When you slick back your hair, you get a really good idea of just how melon-like your head actually is.
Nathan Fillion
#100. I do like to teach. Sitting in my great chair at school, I used to consider myself as some dictator at the head of a commonwealth ... To fire a newborn soul with ardor for learning! At that time I thought the world could afford no greater pleasure.' - Those Who Love, p. 177
Irving Stone
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