Thick Head Quotes

#1. Alan! How many more times do I have to tell you? We do not say "see you soon" to customers when they leave our shop. We say "goodbye", because they won't be coming back, ever. When will you get that into your thick head?

Jean Teule

#2. You aligned yourself with the wron fella and there were consequences. Now you can wallow in it, or you can pull that thick head of yours out of your posterior and help us figure out how to fix things.

Kady Cross

#3. A thick head can do as much damage as a hard heart.

Harold W. Dodds

#4. The Germans don't want us, or did you not get that when they started dragging people into the streets and killing them? We can't be Jews and Germans, not any more. You have to get that through your thick head, Japhet Buchanan. You're a Jew and only a Jew.

Jack Lewis Baillot

#5. There's no spirit or soul. I will be dead. Get that through your thick head. I'll be dead. And I live, in quotation marks, in my children, in my DNA, in my books, in my reputation. It's as simple as that.

Edwin S. Shneidman

#6. When the water is very calm and very beautiful, it won't take a long time that a thick head will throw a stone in it!

Mehmet Murat Ildan

#7. Get it into your thick head that jokes are just like life. Things that begin badly, end badly. Everything's fine in the middle, it's the end you need to worry about.

Laszlo Krasznahorkai

#8. Strikingly tall, broad, a thick head of silky chestnut hair, olive skin and beautiful almond shaped eyes. His was a strong face, masculine, powerful. I disliked it greatly.

Samantha Young

#9. My long, wavy brown hair cascaded down my back. Thank God for my Puerto Rican daddy and his thick head of hair. My mama's hair won't grow past her ears. "If you don't stop checking yourself out, I'm gonna superglue your damn eyes shut.

Kris Bell

#10. Have some whiskey,there's nothing like it for clearing the head. You must expect to be thick-witted if you insist upon drinking beer.

W. Somerset Maugham

#11. Once you have a thick mixture, stop and use the cloth to strain the muddy water. It is this muddy water which contains the hair growing magic. This water should then be mixed with shampoo and applied to your head to help your hair grow.

Roc Marten

#12. Far away, I could hear them lapping up my brains. Like Macbeth's witches, the three lithe cats surrounded my broken head, slurping up that thick soup inside. The tips of their rough tongues licked the soft folds of my mind. And with each lick my consciousness flickered like a flame and faded away.

Haruki Murakami

#13. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched him glaring at me from his "box" as I liked to call it. His pale cheeks were mottled with red, the bald area on his head shining brightly underneath the artificial light. He was thick-set with thick lips that were currently tight with annoyance.

Rose Wynters

#14. Tracking someone in jungle this thick was easy, and he was trained to operate in darkness. She'd have to push through the foliage blind, leaving tracks, making noise, burning energy. She only had a four-minute head start. He smiled. Cat and mouse. His favorite game.

Brynn Kelly

#15. Keep talking to me," he whispers.
I pause. "Doesn't noise hurt your head?"
Thick lashes cast shadows at the tops of his cheeks. "Your voice isn't noise. It's a song I want to hear over and over."
Oh. My.

Kristen Callihan

#16. The absence of any kind of communication from her was not at all like an absence. It was instead a presence: of mind-pain, like a thick, rusted arrow shooting straight into my head, poisoning my mind with something like tetanus, causing my thoughts to go haywire, a spasm here, a spasm there.

Chinelo Okparanta

#17. Finally turning his head, he regarded me appraisingly, with contempt so thick that I expected to hear it drizzle to the floor with a spattering sound.

Dean Koontz

#18. A day ago, the sight of a man removing his face would have blown thick chunks of Aiden's mind out the back of his head, but not today. Today Aiden was fresh out of shock and running low on wonder.

Matt K. Turner

#19. Say it,' said Damen. 'I yield.' It was gritted out. Laurent's head turned away to one side. 'I want you to know,' he said, the words thick and heavy as they pushed out of him, 'that I could have done this any time when I was a slave.

C.S. Pacat

#20. The theatre is a machine of transformations: everything is transformed into another thing; a bald man has thick hair on his head; a man with strong legs gains a limp and a sharp-eyed person becomes blind; an actor who is an atheist immediately turns into the most pious priest on earth! ~

Mehmet Murat Ildan

#21. At the present time he was a man of perhaps forty-five years of age, short and heavy-set, with a bullet-shaped head that rested on broad, ape-like shoulders. His thick torso and bulging paunch were supported by a pair of spindly legs that contrasted oddly with the upper portions of his beefy body.

H.P. Lovecraft

#22. The other hand neither was he a man, nor any sapient proteinoid of the glutinous-albuminous variety. The head was round and plump, with red cheeks, but for eyes it had two penny whistles, and for ears it had thuribles, which gave off a thick cloud of incense. He was dressed

Stanislaw Lem

#23. I'm sure your prick is as massive as your head is thick.

Courtney Milan

#24. She wore so much thick white makeup in order to conceal her naturally rosy complexion that if she turned around suddenly her face would probably end up on the back of her head.

Terry Pratchett

#25. Ha! Good luck, lady!" Gustav laughed and tapped his thick index finger against his temple. "No one knows what goes on inside this head. Not even me.

Christopher Healy

#26. The NightWings are going to set their heads on fire," Qibli agreed. "No, wait. They're going to set the closest IceWing's head on fire. Winter, I hope your skull is as thick as it looks.

Tui T. Sutherland

#27. Weel, hallo there," he said in a thick accent ... He threw his head back and laughed - a rich, joyous sound that bounced off the water ... "Aye, that I am, indeed. Aiden MacRae of Eilean Donan. Very pleased to be meeting you.

Cyndi Tefft

#28. Tears rolled down my cheeks as what happened today crashed into me. I kissed his head as I held him tight. "You saved my life," I whispered my voice warbling.
His words were thick with sleep, he told me, "I was returning the favor.

S.C. Stephens

#29. Martin nodded, his head snapping up and down. He was wearing baggy gray sweatpants and no shirt. His torso was soft and undeveloped and covered with a thick growth of fine hair. He squinted against the bright morning sun. Yeah, sure. What do you want?

Robert Crais

#30. What are you doing?" asked Naomi from behind him, not from his helmet speakers. She was standing there with her helmet off. Sweat plastered her thick black hair to her head and neck.

James S.A. Corey

#31. Each evening she held his head in her hands and ran her aching fingers thru the thick ruff of fur around his neck. He burrowed against her, sighing devotion.

Meg Rosoff

#32. 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.

Huey Lewis

#33. In big battle scenes, like 'King Arthur', you see the knights in all their fine armour, but they're not in the thick of it: follow the perspective, and you'll find some poor little sod, who didn't want to be there, anyway, with his head split.

Michael Foreman

#34. We have all seen these circus elephants complete with tusks, ivory in their head and thick skins, who move around the circus ring and grab the tail of the elephant ahead of them.

John F. Kennedy

#35. Back in his head. His entire body began to tremble. The Sister murmured thick words that had no meaning to Dalton. Each, as it oozed forth, seemed to take root in Rowley. The young man's arms flinched when

Terry Goodkind

#36. He was a thorough good sort; a bit limited; a bit thick in the head; yes; but a thorough good sort. Whatever he took up he did in the same matter-of-fact sensible way; without a touch of imagination, without a sparkle of brilliancy, but with the inexplicable niceness of his type.

Virginia Woolf

#37. Now she sat in front of him, nearly submerged under layers of thick sweaters and blankets. She looked like a laundry hamper without a head.

Louise Penny

#38. Rain falls in both pictures, but in the first one his mouth is open, his head tipped back, he drinks from the sky. In the second one his head is down, his eyes panicked, the rain thick around him, streaming off him like a waterfall. There is too much rain here. He could drown.

Ally Condie

#39. Rhosh, remember the being's skin, smooth, dark brown skin, like this one's skin, and the being's hair. The hair was the same, thick like this and with loose curls and the very same golden streak in it, only broader and on the right side of the head.

Anne Rice

#40. My knee struck a tree root as my vision went black. Suddenly, I was in a building at Haven Crest, kneeling on the floor. Blood, thick and clotted like canned cherries, crept down the walls. The lights above my head flickered off then on with a menacing hum.

Kady Cross

#41. I've done this job for centuries On every student's head I've sat Of thoughts I take inventories For I'm the famous Sorting Hat I've sorted high, I've sorted low, I've done the job through thick and thin So put me on and you will know Which House you should be in

J.K. Rowling

#42. loneliness every day, day in and day out. Eventually, I come to thick snow and need to put on my snow boots so I can drudge through these rough patches. Never, have I felt this avalanche of snowfall on my head as I have tonight. I truly have no one. I am truly am alone.

April Raynne

#43. Judge lapped at the thick, flushed head, digging for any trace of Michaels' fluid. "I can't help it. You taste so good." Judge cupped his hands under Michaels' ass and used it to push his dick deep down his throat. Michaels arched his back. "Shit. Shit. Shit.

A.E. Via

#44. Thick pulse and dizziness make his head light and stomach turn. He really can't feel his fingers, or knees for that matter. But everything settles down again - almost as if it were always meant to - when his eyes graze a dumb grin and a pair of glittering eyes.

Changdictator

#45. Words kept salted when they cannot be found fresh. Words kept fresh when they cannot be found clean. The words go deeper, far out of reach of vessels, blood vessels bursting, that thick humming in the head. To find the words, just out of reach, beyond my hand, the coral of it, the pearl of it, fish.

Jeanette Winterson

#46. That is also an idiom." Wilem grumbled. "Your language is thick with nonsense. I wonder how any of you understand each other. How is everything going? Going where?" He shook his head.

Patrick Rothfuss