Can it be that I have not lived as one ought?" suddenly came into his head. "But how not so, when I've done everything as it should be done?
The world hid its head in the sands of convention, so that by seeing nothing it might avoid Truth.
I haven't lost my head yet.
My heart says one thing. My head says another. Very hard to get your heart and head together in life.
I got your head noddin' cuz your neck knows it's phat.
I'm a war of head versus heart, it's always this way. My head is weak, my heart always speaks, before I know what it will say.
I'm not a gangster, I'm not a thug. . I'm just me and if I feel like someone is trying to hurt me. . yeah I'm gonna hurt 'em. . if you come and you ain't coming right I'm gonna blow your head off.
I killed your friends. ” – Abigail “And I’m not happy about that. But your head wasn’t screwed on right. It’s easy to let the enemies in and listen to them sometimes, especially when they’re pretending to be your best friends who only want the best for you. At least that’s what they claim. They’re insidious bastards, telling you what you want to hear and using your emotions to manipulate you think doing their bidding. ” – Sundown
If something isn't working out in one aspect of my career, it's not any big neurotic, crazy phase for me, it's just something that I accept, and that's okay. I'm not going to keep banging my head against the wall.
In the early ages men ruled by strength; now they rule by brain, and so long as there is only one man in the world who can think and plan, he will stand head and shoulders above him who cannot.
Sometimes I'm trying to communicate a feeling. Sometimes I can't piece it together into any kind of coherant thesis. I'm just trying to evoke some kind of mood, and put some kind of idea in somebody's head. If Marshall McLuhan or Harold Innis were looking at it, they would tell you that the genre of rock music isn't the best way to deliver a political message because it distorts it, it makes it into entertainment. Perhaps the best political message is just to speak it to somebody. I think that's something I'm always writing about in songs, just how to mediate, how to present something.
I don't cook 'concepts. ' I use my head, but I cook from the heart, I cook for flavor.
And while you and the rest of your kind are battling together-year after year-for this special privilege of being 'bored to death,' the 'real girl' that you're asking about, the marvelous girl, the girl with the big, beautiful, unspoken thoughts in her head, the girl with the big, brave, undone deeds in her heart, the girl that stories are made of, the girl whom you call 'improbable'-is moping off alone in some dark, cold corner-or sitting forlornly partnerless against the bleak wall of the ballroom-or hiding shyly up in the dressing-room-waiting to be discovered!
I hope to grow another head and two more hands, like an Indian goddess.
An honest heart being the first blessing, a knowing head is the second.
Alone, I often fall down into nothingness. I must push my foot stealthily lest I should fall off the edge of the world into nothingness. I have to bang my head against some hard door to call myself back to the body.
At night I wake up with my sheets soaking wet and a freight train running through the middle of my head.
I think people who create and write, it actually does flow-just flows from into their head, into their hand, and they write it down. It's simple.
I don't like men. They're saying they're going to bash my head in.
When sculpting the human figure in stone it is necessary to draw the whole form out of the content of the head.