skull

...all kinds of images swim like tropical fish in the bathysphere inside my skull ...

For a while, my self-control and my power of reason quailed to uselessness.

He had a skull and crossbones label on him, but I drank his poison nevertheless and loved it; now I needed an antidote.

Your skull encloses your brains. But never forget that anytime you open your mouth to talk, you have opened your mind for the entire world to see what is hidden in there!

Nothing is tough but your skull so think out of the skull box and let the thoughts fly.

The skeleton picked up the second skull, so worn as to barely be recognisable as such. The vertebrae fell and rolled like beads from a string.

We want your skull! Make no bones about it!

Behold,' said the Voice, 'earthly beauty. It is nothing but seeming, for to the uninstructed eye the world appears fruitful and sweet, yet in it is nothing but a pile of skulls, showing where others were lost as they went before.

It is not my intention to be fulsome, but I confess that I covet your skull.

The skull is nature's sculpture.

He could wear hats. He could wear an assortment of hats of different shapes and styles. Boater hats, cowboy hats, bowler hats. The list went on. Pork-pie hats, bucket hats, trillbies and panamas. Top hats, straw hats, trapper hats. Wide brim narrow brim, stingy brim. He could wear a fez. Fezzes were cool. Hadn't someone once said that fezzes were cool? He was pretty aur ether had. And they were. They were cool.

Without a response, I just stand there like an idiot. Like she just slapped my brain out of my skull and I can__ think.

Life's true face is the skull.

As I write this entry, I touch a saber-tooth tiger skull in my office. Without stars there could be no skulls

THE TRUTH OF THE VERY SMALLWhen he is born, a baby's head is filled with the knowledge of space. The circumference of his skull is as infinite as the twirlings of the universe. His eyes look out with the blur of eyes which see for all species. He has remembered his own nature from past patterns. Now his heart beats through rock, sky, oceans. He feels the silence and the sound all around the world beneath his skin.We all hold somewhere deep within us the truth we accepted in innocence. The seas, the forests, the soil, the atmosphere, are all vital parts of an ongoing system. By harming any part of it we must ultimately harm ourselves. It is that simple.