Top 100 My Forehead Quotes
#1. ...every day we fill up with anxiety just makes life much harder than it needs to be." Those are words I need tattooed to my forehead!
John I. Snyder
#2. Sometimes I wish I could walk around with a HANDLE WITH CARE sign stuck to my forehead.
Elizabeth Wurtzel
#3. My tricks are, I get Botox in my forehead-I just have my doctor do a little shot there. if you overdo, it looks bad. I believe in just a little bit. It allows you to keep that mobility in your face. It's a great little secret.
Jenny McCarthy
#4. My brother always teases me about my forehead: 'I could eat off it!'
Christina Ricci
#5. I know I have a big, big head. Hats, a lot of times, do not fit me. What is the average head size? Maybe like 16 inches. From the center of my forehead around to other side might be a foot, give or take four inches.
Dule Hill
#6. Is this you trying to cheer me up?"
"What are you ... going ... to do about it?" I asked. "Your Wussiness?"
He touched his index finger to my forehead. His voice was rough. "Tap. You're out, Ass Kicker.
Ilona Andrews
#7. His chin grazed the top of my head and then his lips brushed across my forehead.
"I'm not going anywhere," he said. "I'll be right here when you wake up, sweetheart. I promise.
J. Lynn
#8. I planted a kamikaze kiss on Jamie's cheek.
"FUCK," he shouted, wiping it off. "What if you killed me!" He threw a Skittle at my face. It hit my forehead.
"Ow!"
"Taste the rainbow bitch.
Michelle Hodkin
#9. Hold my hands; kiss my forehead, hug me and look in my eyes; maybe today is the last day you can do this.
M.F. Moonzajer
#10. His lips brushed my forehead. "Look at me." I sighed and opened my eyes. His fingers traced my jawline. "Just be with me. That's all. I don't have an agenda or a time frame. If it takes fifty years to break down that wall, I'll be there." - Aren from Hunter's Moon
Lisa Kessler
#11. My eyes flickered back and forth. Sweat beaded on my forehead and I felt the fluid suffuse my palms, a bastion of warm comfort in a moment of primal terror.
Wonderwall123
#12. The scar on my forehead is from running through a plate-glass panel when I was 15. I had 27 stitches, which took two hours.
Alan Hansen
#13. Will leans forward, pulls off his mask, and kisses my forehead. "I'm glad I was the one to save you this time
" he whispers.
Bethany Griffin
#15. It's a sad day when your iPhone becomes a horcrux, witches hunt your soul and you have to seek the resurrection stone just to find yourself. I was hardly Harry Potter. There was no lightening bolt on my forehead, but if you knew my life you would have met a storm.
Shannon L. Alder
#16. Daniel," she whispers.
I groan and drop my forehead to hers, touching her cheek with my hand. "You make me love my name so damn much.
Colleen Hoover
#17. You know, I've got wrinkles on my forehead and smile lines, but what's wrong with that? I love to smile.
Jennifer Aniston
#18. I have searched for my forehead to find a secret writing about my fate and I found no trace of destiny, but my very own decisions!
Mehmet Murat Ildan
#19. Cold metal walks across my forehead,
spiders search for my heart.
It is a light that goes out in my mouth ...
Georg Trakl
#20. I have wrinkles here, which are very evident. And I will particularly say when I look at movie posters, 'You guys have airbrushed my forehead. Please can you change it back?' I'd rather be the woman they're saying 'She's looking older' about than 'She's looking stoned.'
Kate Winslet
#21. I'm sorry."
"Be sorry you lied," he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Don't be sorry you loved him. That's part of you, part you have to let go, yeah, but still something that's made you who you are.
Richelle Mead
#22. I never...." she says between kisses, "got to kiss your hurt away..." Another kiss.
"when we were little..." her lips move to my forehead. "and I always wanted to." ~ Sophie
Chelsea Fine
#23. His hands skim my bare arms. "Just bounce a little when you walk," he says, kissing my forehead, "and pretend you're afraid of their guns" - another kiss between my eyebrows - "and act like the shrinking violet you could never be " - a kiss on my cheek - "and you'll be fine.
Veronica Roth
#24. They would glue the wig to the front of my forehead, and after a while it would give me a headache.
Cesar Romero
#25. I finally made up my mind that I would neither disclaim the black race nor claim the white race; but that I would change my name, raise a mustache, and let the world take me for what it would; that it was not necessary for me to go about with a label of inferiority pasted across my forehead.
James Weldon Johnson
#26. All night I have suffered; all night my flesh has trembled to bring forth its gift. The sweat of death is on my forehead; but it is not death, it is life!
Gabriela Mistral
#27. He tucks his hands on the back of my head and rests his mouth on my forehead. I close my eyes. "I could stand here forever," he says. "In this place? This oh-so-classy motel room?" "That's the thing. It don't matter where.
Kristin Halbrook
#28. He kisses my forehead, his lips brushing my cheek. "I wouldn't trade our love for any other.
Krista Ritchie
#29. Patrick: I'm mad. SpongeBob: What's the matter, Patrick? Patrick: I can't see my forehead.
Ann Brashares
#30. I tried Botox once. Never again. It made my forehead freeze.
Donny Osmond
#31. Shaking my head, I wrapped my hand around the nape of his neck and pulled him down for a long, slow kiss. When I pulled back I rested my forehead on his. "They're perfect." I sighed, smiling teasingly. "You know, I think I might kind of love you.
Samantha Young
#32. I scratch at my forehead, my nervous habit when someone is really seeing me. "Well, I couldn't just walk away. I'd never be able to forgive myself if I did.
Jessica Sorensen
#33. I curled my hand against his chest and he covered it with his own, smoothing the hair back from my forehead. "Sleep," he told me. "There are a few more hours of daylight yet, that we may call our own.
Susanna Kearsley
#34. I began to feel like I was wearing a sign on my forehead that said FUCKED UP in big neon letters.
Marya Hornbacher
#35. My forehead is sometimes too high, but bangs could correct this.
Marie Windsor
#36. I rested my forehead against hers. "I want you to be happy."
"You, too," she whispered.
Katie McGarry
#37. I don't know if I have sexual magnetism or animal magnetism, though sometimes I'll find a squirrel stuck to my forehead.
Emo Philips
#38. You can give your life meaning.' She stroked my forehead from the center to the temples, with just her fingertips. 'We all can.
Jeri Smith-Ready
#39. Travis pulled me next to him, situating the covers over us. I rested my cheek against his chest, and he kissed my forehead once more, locking his fingers together behind me.
Jamie McGuire
#40. I will kneel and strike my breast, then touch the dust with my forehead; I will, I will. Only do not forsake me, oh god of beauty.
Theodore Dreiser
#41. I'm not good at Disney acting. I'm really not. I never was on that audition list, which I don't mind. I don't know. I look back, and I'm kind of wiping my forehead at the thought of, 'What if I had gone that route?'
Morgan Saylor
#42. I judge when I need a top-up of Botox by looking in the mirror to see if I can move more than half my forehead.
Trinny Woodall
#43. I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now.
Lauren Oliver
#44. I got my wife a mood ring. It works real good! When shes in a good mood it turns blue, but when shes in a bad mood theres a red mark across my forehead
Jeff Foxworthy
#45. Life has left her footprints on my forehead. But I have become a child again this morning. The smile, seen through leaves and flowers, is back to smooth away the wrinkles, as the rains wipe away footprints on the beach. Again a cycle of birth and death begins.
Nhat Hanh
#46. The entire room exploded into applause, even a few whistles. I shook my after he kissed my forehead, and then stood up to take a bow. When he returned to his seat in front of me, he chuckled.
"They're not looking at you, now, are they?" he panted.
"Thanks. You really shouldn't have," I smiled.
Jamie McGuire
#47. I had that flying wheel tattooed on my forehead and on my butt.
Ted Lindsay
#48. Trouble. Sweetheart. Sang. Don't. Don't slip away." He sniffed.
I felt a droplet meeting my forehead.
Gabriel was crying.
"I need you," he whispered. "Comeback to me. I need you.
C.L.Stone
#49. I felt the kiss still there on my forehead. Literally. It was frozen there. I could still feel it. I wanted to bronze it, like people do with baby shoes. I wanted to mount it and hang it over my mantelpiece.
Catherine Ryan Hyde
#50. Do you really think we'll ever
"
"I do," he said with certainty, not letting me finish. He leaned over and kissed my forehead. "I know it, Sassenach, and so do you. You were meant to be a mother, and I surely dinna intend to let anyone else father your children.
Diana Gabaldon
#51. Holden's point of view: 'I didn't say anything for the rest of the trip to Barker's house. Quintus kept talking until I could feel a vein twitching in my forehead. I had never been so happy to see Baker in my life than when his house finally came into view.
Liz Schulte
#52. dropped to my knees. My face was level with her belly button, and I touched my forehead against her belly, breathing in and out as something so foreign I couldn't name it soared inside me, expanded until I thought my chest would crack open with it.
Sierra Simone
#53. The right sort (of story) come of themselves: they tap at my forehead and say 'Here we are.
Hans Christian Andersen
#54. The regret, these two words were etched into my forehead, I was sure.
Vann Chow
#55. Then you might have to kill everyone." "So be it." "Why are you so crazy?" I ask as I gently rest my forehead against his chest.
Amy A. Bartol
#56. Reason fourteen." I press my forehead against hers, locking her in my gaze. "You are so beautiful. Inside and out. I don't just need you. I crave you. Everything about you. You are the only person I've felt this way about. You're my best friend.
Becca Ann
#57. Do I have clueless tattooed across my forehead?"
Narrowing my eyes,I leaned toward him. "Yeah,I think maybe you do.
Rachel Hawthorne
#59. To see was terrifying, and to stop seeing tore me apart from my forehead to my throat.
Maurice Blanchot
#60. Back of my forehead I feel tonight A whole sky full of stars. Under a western moon. Life is indeed lovely!
Juan Ramon Jimenez
#61. You are you and your body of steam,
you and your face of night,
you and your hair, unhurried lightning,
you cross the street and enter my forehead,
footsteps of water across my eyes,
listen to me as one listens to the rain
Octavio Paz
#62. Missing Wrinkle I remember a very deep wrinkle on my forehead I was a worried child I see it no more Am I getting younger or losing my sight?
Kristy Rulebreaker
#63. He bent his head and brushed my lips with his. His hair spilled against my forehead, sleek and startling. Shock held me immobile, shock - and something else. Part of me wanted to lean into him.
Ann Aguirre
#64. He steps forward and kisses my forehead. His breath is soft, devastating warmth on my face. He turns and leaves. He chooses survival over me. It's no different than what I have done. We are both just trying so hard to survive me.
Tara Brown
#65. The sweating is awful. It's not as bad as the not eating, but it's weird - cold sweat, all over my forehead, having to be wiped off every two minutes, smelling like skin concentrate. People notice. It's one of the few things people notice.
Ned Vizzini
#66. We need our goats!" I yelled.
I waded through the crowd until I reached our chariot. I grabbed Otis's face and pressed my forehead against his.
"Testing," I whispered. "Is this goat on? Thor, can you hear me?"
"You have beautiful eyes," Otis told me.
Rick Riordan
#67. Your father embraced me once more. I felt two grateful tears on my forehead, like the baptism of my past faults, and at the moment when I consented to give myself up to another man I glowed with pride at the thought of what I was redeeming by this new fault.
Alexandre Dumas-fils
#68. Stuart must have sensed my despair from the way I began lightly banging my forehead on the table.
Maureen Johnson
#69. I leaned against Brent, resting my forehead against his cheek, but jerked back. "Brent you're hot."
Brent grinned lazily and puffed up his chest. "Thank you. It's a burden I must bear.
Lani Woodland
#70. As Grams treaded water, she tapped my forehead. 'What's in here, Poppy, is scarier than anything you'll encounter in the depths of the ocean. An imagination is a powerful thing.
Shelley Coriell
#71. Her eyes burrow into my forehead like greedy grubs that want to feed off my private thoughts.
Emlyn Chand
#72. I wish I could print up a sign and tape it on my forehead. I OFFICIALLY DO NOT WANT TO KISS ETHAN WATE. NOW PLEASE LET ME BE FRIENDS WITH HIM.
Kami Garcia
#73. He leaned down and kissed my forehead. The soft melody of his lips was calming. I closed my eyes. I could smell his human skin, his human breath, his human hair, and for the first time, I would give anything to be human too.
Alysha Speer
#74. Ridge: Oh, and btw, I didn't write that on your forehead.
What? I run to the dresser and look in the mirror for the first time today. Written across my forehead in black ink, it says: Someone wrote on your forehead.
Colleen Hoover
#75. I may be what my enemies desire me to be, yet never an accusation are they able to hurl against me which makes me blush or lower my forehead; and I hope that God will be merciful enough with me, to prevent me from committing one of those faults which would involve my family.
Jose Rizal
#76. He moved to kiss my forehead, my eyes, my cheeks, my lips for several long, searching moments.
Right then, I wished we could stay together. Forever.
Lisa Tawn Bergren
#77. No, you're not." He sounds very confident. "Ava, you've found out the worst about me and not run a mile. Well, you did, but you came back." He kisses my forehead. "Do you honestly think I'm bothered about my age?
Jodi Ellen Malpas
#78. Bless you, daugher of man, Carter said, his eyes luminous and almost silver now. He leaned down and kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes and caught my breath. His lips were both burning hot and icy cold.
Richelle Mead
#79. I felt a warm hand touch my forehead. And then my cheek. I held my act steady though Akinli's touch made me feel more than awake.
"Where in the world did you come from, you beautiful, silent girl?" he whispered.
Kiera Cass
#80. You heard the First Angel." His hand brushed across my forehead, his touch remarkably tender for someone who had me pinned down. "She officially ordered me to finish cuddling first." "I wouldn't call that an order so much as permission," I
Ella Summers
#81. He pressed his cheek to my forehead. "I don't know," he said. "I think you're my strength.
Richelle Mead
#82. Her eyes met mine again. "So what does this mean for us?"
I lowered my forehead to hers. "It means you're mine.
Katie McGarry
#83. I wondered how Setne knew that. Maybe he could 'smell' a demigod's aura the way Greek monsters could. Or maybe my prankster friends the Stoll brothers had written I'M A DEMIGOD on my forehead in permanent marker and Annabeth had decided not to tell me. That happened occasionally.
Rick Riordan
#84. I'm sorry ... ," I find myself saying. "I'm so sorry ... " She kisses my forehead and rocks her head against mine. She smells like rust and sweat and oil. Like home. She tells me I am her son. There is nothing to apologize for. I am safe. I am loved. The family is here.
Pierce Brown
#85. I have this lock of hair that keeps falling across my forehead. It drives me mad.
William Boyd
#86. You are who you are. Make no apologies for it." He presses a kiss to my forehead. "I would change nothing about you.
Ruby Dixon
#87. I have had wrinkles on my forehead and my smile line since I was a kid. I see them in my own kids. I know what they're going to look like. So it's kind of like that's my personality. I feel the older you get, too, the more confident you become just in your own skin.
Faith Hill
#88. I am not too keen on my nose, I don't like my knees, I hate my ankles, I am unsure about my behind, I don't like my legs at all. I am not too sure about my chin, my forehead is a bit dodgy. But, overall, I can live with it.
Helen Mirren
#89. My leg hurts, I wonder if it's cancer? There's a bump. I'm starting to sweat. Stop sweating. I've got to stop sweating.
Can she see it dripping down my forehead? She looked at my hair line. She thinks I'm bald.
Charlie Kaufman
#90. Oh of course it pleased me, it pleased me greatly. But I also felt as if my body had the consistency of egg shell, and a slight pressure on my arm, on my forehead, on my stomach would be enough to break it and dig out all my secrets, in particular those which were secrets even to me.
Elena Ferrante
#91. I can always count on you to say something sexy," he said. I blushed. "I know. I'm very smooth." "You are smooth," he murmured, leaning down to brush his lips against my forehead. "Smooth and soft and warm. I could touch you forever ...
Nicole Peeler
#92. Annabeth sat next to me, holding my nectar glass and dabbing a washcloth on my forehead. "Here we are again," I said. "You idiot," Annabeth said, which is how I knew she was overjoyed to see me conscious.
Rick Riordan
#93. Calm down, Horus said.
"Don't tell me to calm down!"
Bast frowned. "I didn't."
"Talking to him!" I pointed at my forehead.
Rick Riordan
#94. I expected the illegible and the deeply buried in me to be read as if carved on my forehead, just as I expected the obvious and the ill-concealed to be hidden from view.
Stephen Fry
#95. Don't call me that," I muttered, banging my forehead into my locker. "And the tutoring went fabulous. Please kill me now." -Meghan Chase
Julie Kagawa
#96. Jadan's kiss on my forehead wasn't that big of a deal, something that a boy would have done at a junior high dance or how a friend would say goodbye before a long trip. But it felt like more. It seemed like he wanted more." ---Jennifer Mills
Dianne Bright
#97. My brother reaches out and taps my forehead gently. Behind that brain of yours is a good heart, Junebug. I see it every day.
Marie Lu
#98. Pie love you, professor," I whisper. "Have faith in me, okay?"
"Ah, Liv." He presses his lips to my forehead. "I don't have faith in anyone but you.
Nina Lane
#99. I woke with sweat beading across my forehead and my hands balled into fists clutching the sheet over my eyes. The dreams. They were back. Haunting me relentlessly. I thought they were gone ... I should've known better. (Rayne)
Kimberly Brockman
#100. When I press my forehead to his back, the shape of his pain is alluring, almost visible. It forms him, tells him to protect himself, makes him everything he is. He needs to keep it.
Brenna Yovanoff
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