Hot Head Quotes

#1. One time she threw a dinner plate at his head and called him retarded. Then he held her down in the shower, calling her a hot-head.

Stylo Fantome

#2. You always were the hot head. You got a temper in you that can't be tamed, yet you also got a soft spot for stray dogs, kids in trouble and damsels in distress. See why folks label you a complex conundrum.

Vonnie Davis

#3. You will find that success in life comes far easier when you maintain a cool head and a warm heart, rather than a hot head and cold feet.

Robert Griffin III

#4. I was afraid that your hot head might dominate your good heart

J.K. Rowling

#5. Thank you for calling customer service. If you're calm and rational, press 1. If you're a whiner, press 2. If you're a hot head, press 3

Randy Glasbergen

#6. Yeah, I get it. I'll be cool as a well digger's ass."
He jumped when the front door slammed shut, the harsh bang echoing around the trees.
Mitch shook his head. "That well digger must be working in a hot spring.

Hunter Shea

#7. Oh, and in case you don't recognize me, since apparently waitressing here requires such a transformation, I'll be the hot one doing math in her head." I lean toward Ryder, my lips close to his ear. "No push-up bra necessary.

Eve Jagger

#8. I know for a fact you get all hot and bothered for cocky Texans with big trucks."
"Is that what I like to be big?"
"You know it, darlin'." He dipped his head lower wanting - needing - to touch her.
"You never know. I might just surprise you.

Avery Flynn

#9. Off with my clothes, switch on the water, steaming hot, over my head, down my body.
Should i have a wank?

Karl Ove Knausgard

#10. The teenage lead singer counted off, and the band launched into a hot version of "Ooh, My Head," the old Ritchie Valens song - and not really so old in the summer of '61, although Valens had been dead for almost two years.

Stephen King

#11. I'd never experienced such red-hot intensity. No one had ever made me feel so connected to them before. Not even Colin, and I'd been head over heels in love with that guy. Maybe I'd just been head over heels in stupid with him?

J. Sterling

#12. I don't want any part of this. The whole thing kinda freaked me out. I'm sure girls always do what you tell them because you're hot, Brent, but I'm just not that interested."
His head perked up with a wide smiled. "You think I'm hot?

Lani Woodland

#13. Her hair is a hot mess around her face, just the way I like it - bed-head always makes me want to fuck. Then again, pretty much everything does.

Karen Marie Moning

#14. Rebus drank his coffee and felt his head spin. He was feeling like the detective in a cheap thriller, and wished that he could turn to the last page and stop all his confusion, all the death and the madness and the spinning in his ears.

Ian Rankin

#15. Dante chuckled low. "There's my blush."

Damon Suede

#16. I gave the Rayna back the phone and shook my head. "Ben and I are like brother and sister. That's gross."
"Hey, I read Flowers in the Attic. It was kind of hot.

Hilary Duff

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

Janice Dickinson

#18. It's hot in here but that's just you, Michelle, for when I see you it's like the sun comes out in my head. You are the reason for global warming but in a good way.

J.A. Buckle

#19. Sometimes people can put way too much emphasis on looking 'hot' which can be stressful and put you in your head.

Caity Lotz

#20. I hold up the heartstone. It's burnin hot now. He's on th'other side. The sound of a heartbeat. In my head, all around me, everywhere. So loud.

Moira Young

#21. People are looking at us."
"Maybe it's because we're hot." I whip my head toward him. "What?" he asks all innocently. "We are".

Nyrae Dawn

#22. He cocks an eyebrow. "Booksting?" "Yeah. When a hot guy talks books with a girl. It's like sexting, but out loud and with books instead of sex. Nor does it have to do with texts. Okay, so it's nothing like sexting, but it made sense in my head.

Colleen Hoover

#23. When I lift my head, my eyes meet hers and in them, whether she would ever admit it or not, is desire. Lots of hot, sweaty, pin-me-up-against-the-wall desire.

M. Leighton

#24. You're not making a whole lot of sense."
"I am in my head," I mutter. What does he need me to do here? Stand up on the table and yell, "Hello! Hot guy! I'm into you!

Allison Rushby

#25. My face was growing hot, but I kept talking. "You're the only one who believes in me most of the time."

He shook his head. "You keep us going. Everybody knows that."

"But you're the one who keeps me going. You're what I'm fighting for in all this.

Tarah Benner

#26. Judge tucked one of his guns under his head and put the other underneath the bed closest to the wall. He leaned back on top of the thin comforter and closed his eyes. His dreams immediately ventured to hot, naked sex with a headstrong detective.

A.E. Via

#27. A hot wind was blowing around my head, the strands of my hair lifting and swirling in it, like ink spilled in water.

Margaret Atwood

#28. was hard, and so hot and huge in her hands as she grasped his base. She stroked up firmly to his helmet which she was sucking on hungrily with her lips. He groaned, cupping the back of her head as slowly, she twirled

Lucia Jordan

#29. I guess you don't get to watch much TV in Irkalla."
He propped his head on one scaly bicep and turned to look at me. "Nah. We stayed busy torturing the souls of the damned and playing hide the hot poker. You know, the usual.

Jaye Wells

#30. Your heart is stronger than your head.

Red Hot Chili Peppers

#31. I had a friend, a lover. Or did I dream it? So many dreams are crowding upon me now that I can scarcely tell true from false: dreams like light imprisoned in bright mineral caves; hot, heavy dreams; ice-age dreams; dreams like machines in the head.

Anna Kavan

#32. Her head swung around as if it had become detached from her spine. "My God! Your brother is HOT!"
Calista shook her head and looped an arm around the woman's waist. "Yes, he is. I'll be sure to tell my family you thought so."
"It doesn't count when they're drunk. House rule," I complained.

Ashlan Thomas

#33. When people (talk trash) about you, you have to keep it moving, keep the records hot and keep your head up.

Ashanti

#34. It's like a switch, clickin' off in my head. Turns the hot light off and the cool one on, and all of a sudden there's peace.

Tennessee Williams

#35. One night of hot sex should have been easy enough to forget, but she couldn't get the images of their intertwined, naked bodies or his intoxicating scent out of her head.

Katie Reus

#36. He lowers his head while we're flying and touches his lips to mine. His kiss is hot and wet as it intensifies.

Susan Ee

#37. A big lemoncolored cat watched him from the top of a woodstove. He turned his head to see it better and it elongated itself like hot taffy down the side of the stove and vanished headfirst in the earth without a sound.

Cormac McCarthy

#38. Nobody thinks Asian guys are hot," Park said finally. He had to look away from her when he said it - way away, he turned his head completely. "Not here, anyway. I assume Asian guys do all right in Asia.

Rainbow Rowell

#39. Those dudes are hot," announced Tamara. Both Lor and Patrick shut up and turned to stare at her. Damian looked up and grinned wolfishly. My daughter's face went bright red. She drew the sheet over her head, muttering, "You can stake me now.

Michele Bardsley

#40. The captain gave the order to fire. Arcadio barely had time to put out his chest and raise his head, not understanding where the hot liquid that burned his thighs was pouring from.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

#41. You said he was a perfectly adequate lover."

"Perfectly adequate? I dont suppose I ever said that about you?" She only had to look and Logan and those rough hands to know he'd be a thoroughly, mind-blowingly, head-bangingly, DIRTY lover."

"I bloody hope not.

Amy Andrews

#42. I am not good. Something in Faith's head broke free, beating black wings into the sky. Nobody good could feel what I feel. I am wicked and deceitful and full of rage. I cannot be saved. She did not feel hot or helpless any more. She felt the way snakes looked when they moved.

Frances Hardinge

#43. I felt his eyes devour me as I moved around the room. He assessed me head to toe without blinking, and a hot ache shivered through me. A kiss would've been less intimate.

Becca Fitzpatrick

#44. It's in its own little area . . . secluded . . . steamy." Ty began to smile, but he held his ground, shaking his head. "You kinky little exhibitionist, you." "I'm just suggesting that a hot soak would feel really good for aching muscles." "I

Abigail Roux

#45. This story in my head is too hot to touch. I grabbed it anyway.

Adele Griffin

#46. The smile on her face was almost Dante's. Tears pricked his eyes, then hers, while all those impossible things passed between them. While the truth was sending down roots and throwing out branches until it filled the silent room with impossible blossoms.
I love him.

Damon Suede

#47. What's bothering me is you always seem ready to snap my head off my shoulders and I'm not comfortable with that.

Justine Dell

#48. Am I hot?" He asked gently, voice only just breaking the silence. I jerked my head up, eyes open to look at him. I couldn't believe the question.
"Oh God, Dominic." I choked on the want that was balling in my throat, and blinked hard. "You're magnificent.

Vee Hoffman

#49. You know that all things are composed of four elements. Tell me their qualities", he orders, his smile suddenly vanished. "Fire is hot a dry. Air is dry and moist. Water cold and moist. Earth cold and dry." [Gisa]

Karen Maitland

#50. I ordered a hot chocolate and Chandler got a black coffee. He smiled over at me. "Still no love for coffee?"
I shook my head. "Nah, why have bitter and gross when I can have sweet and delicious?

Lisa Kessler

#51. I'm a known fugitive who likes to set people on fire. Come away with me so we can have hot sex while the entire city is trying to shoot me in the head. If I get bored, I'll barbecue you for my amusement. Sure, let me get my shoes.

Ilona Andrews

#52. How is he so rich and hot and normal?"
I shake my head, "He's rich and hot, but he's not normal. I see a sickness in his eyes. They're broken like mine. Like a mirror with cracks in it but none of the glass has fallen out of the frame.

Tara Brown

#53. I was in a kind of agony. I was right on the point of coming out with the words, "Lloyd, I'm a pauper myself - absolutely penniless, and in debt!" But a white-hot idea came flaming through my head, and I gripped my jaws together, and calmed myself down till I was as cold as a capitalist

Anonymous

#54. The kiss was hot and wet and deep and amazing, and by the time he lifted his head from hers, she could hardly remember her point, much less her name.

Jill Shalvis

#55. She felt the sun on her skin, heard birdsong over people talking, revving cars, smelled petrol fumes and hot pastry, and the words echoed through her head, unbidden: this is what happiness feels like.

Jojo Moyes

#56. Ugh. You're being ... you."
"Was that in English?"
"This is all your fault."
"Nope. Definitely not English."
"You're being all hot and sexy, dammit," she said. She banged her head on his chest a few times. "And I can't seem to ... not notice said hotness and sexiness.

Jill Shalvis

#57. That's a cold-blooded way to view the world," said Runajo.

"And the way of the Sisters isn't?"

"Blood is hot when you spill it," said Runajo, and Juliet laughed suddenly, her head tilting back.

Rosamund Hodge

#58. My week is full-tilt boogie. I wake up every morning, and the singular thought in my head is that maybe today is the day that I'm going to find an artist who is so amazing, an artist who will change pop culture. I'm in hot pursuit, always.

Lyor Cohen

#59. While you might see a cat on a hot tin roof, a dog on a hot tin roof would be yowling its head off.

Bruce Fogle

#60. I woke up when my pillow was yanked out from under my head and Chloe mumbled something incoherent about spinach and hot dogs. The woman was a sleep-talking, restless bed hog.

Christina Lauren

#61. For members of the general public might not care about Wolf-Rayet stars in the Quintuplet Cluster, but they definitely saw why having hot rocks fall on one's head was a good thing to avoid.

Neal Stephenson

#62. She sat silent, looking straight ahead. What did he care about the hot sun on her head? What did she care? Nothing worse could possibly happen to her.

Janette Oke

#63. The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts, all on a hot summer's day. The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts. The mad Queen said, "Off with his head! Off with his head! Off with his head!" Well ... that's too bad ... no more heads to cut.

Jun Mochizuki

#64. (Devon) "Cam - you're killing me," she quavered, pressing her head back into the pillow and praying for patience. Her heart was pounding.
"I'm loving you," he corrected in a hot whisper, then took her nipple deep into his mouth as his palm brushed over the damp lace covering her core.

Kaylea Cross

#65. 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

#66. Emerald green eyes studied us from a face that could have been sculpted by one of the classical artists I so admired. Shocked, I dismissed the comparison as soon as it popped into my head. This was a vampire, after all. It was ridiculous to admire him the way I would some hot human guy.

Richelle Mead

#67. There were smiles, chin jerks, head nods, handshakes and so much hot guy hormone floating in the air around them it was a wonder every female in a two block radius didn't instantly become pregnant.

Kristen Ashley

#68. I threw back my head, my hair falling about me like a great red curtain, and cried out. My eyes felt hot and burned with tears as my body trembled with the passion for blood.

Rhiannon Frater

#69. My head is buried in the sands of tomorrow, while my tail feathers are singed by the hot sun of today.

John Barrymore

#70. No blood at all. I could hear that phrase repeat itself in my head, louder each time. No sticky, hot, messy, awful blood. No splatter. NO BLOOD AT ALL. Why hadn't I thought of that?

Jeff Lindsay

#71. Truth.
It feels cool, like water washing over my sticky-hot body. Cooling a heat that's been burning me up all my life.
Truth, I say inside my head again, just for that feeling.

Kathryn Stockett

#72. Instead of trying to hold on, to push myself into this force, I let go. And I fall into what I can't explain, into a sensation that is everything and nothing, light and dark, hot and cold, alive and dead. Soon the power is the only thing in my head, blotting out all my ghosts and memories.

Victoria Aveyard

#73. Tall, dark, and hot leaned against a pillar, watching me as I took my place in line. Tousled dark hair went every which way on his head. His eyes were slitted and intense, like he might need to have sex at any moment. Maybe even with me.

Veronica Wolff

#74. I felt his other hand sear hot against my cheek. He bent his head, and in a voice that Jack couldn't hear, said, "When you came down the stairs, and fell into me, that was the moment." Then his lips pressed against mine.

Sarah Alderson

#75. With a sudden sharp hot stink of fox, It enters the dark hole of the head. The window is starless still; the clock ticks, The page is printed.

Ted Hughes

#76. His hand drifted up Jared's spine and into his hair. For a moment, he just stroked Jared's scalp, the movements slow, almost tender.
"Always hot watching a man get fucked." And then he grabbed Jared's hair and jerked his head back. "But even hotter watching him beg for it, isn't it?

Aleksandr Voinov

#77. Nature's what it's all about, but our people have been brainwashed into thinking that life is a cell phone against your head and the TV on a beer commercial with hot chicks.

Tim Dorsey

#78. He dipped his head and murmured against her mouth, Would it surprise you to know the only one I've ever really wanted was you?

Victoria Vane

#79. And Lord knows there are more than enough rooms to love someone properly, even if they don't all have floors or ceilings.

Damon Suede

#80. He dipped his head, placing his mouth to the space below her ear. He nipped her there, just a tiny bite that sent a wave of heat through her veins. And then his lips moved lower, leaving a hot trail behind. You drive me insane, absolutely freaking insane. Do you know that? I bet you do.

J. Lynn

#81. A nice note, Addy? You're calling the best orgasms we've ever had nice?"
She canted her head, wryness in the motion. "Speak for yourself, Callaghan.

Kate Meader

#82. You're so hot. I'm hungry." Sloane. Food. Sloane. Food. How was he supposed to decide? Unless... "Can I have both?"
"I think you left the other half of that question in your head.

Charlie Cochet

#83. I am going to see if there's any hot hunks that I can club over the head and drag back to the ship for some no-strings, hot and sweaty sex." She expected a reaction. What she didn't expect was growling.

Eve Langlais

#84. I think best in a hot bath, with my head tilted back and my feet up high.

Elizabeth Jane Howard

#85. Then again, my head is usually always inappropriate. It's like a Pinterest page of hot, barely dressed men 24/7 up in there.

Karina Halle