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The road to Hell is paved with the bones of priests and monks, and the skulls of bishops are the lamp posts that light the path.
The destiny of every human being is decided by what goes on inside his skull when confronted by what goes on outside his skull.
Ever wonder what crime you committed that you are confined to a small enclosure above your sinuses, under permanent skull arrest?
My life is like a memento mori painting from European art: there is always a grinning skull at my side to remind me of the folly of human ambition.
Sometimes skulls are thick. Sometimes hearts are vacant. Sometimes words don't work.
During my senior year I joined Skull and Bones, a secret society, so secret I can't say anything more.
Cathy, this lamb of yours threatens like a bull!' he said. 'It is in danger of splitting its skull against my knuckles. By God! Mr. Linton, I'm mortally sorry that you are not worth knocking down!
I don't mind if my skull ends up on a shelf as long as it's got my name on it.
We control matter because we control the mind. Reality is inside the skull.
Man's skull represents the same infinity for the movement of conceptions. It is equal to the universe, for in it is contained all that sees in it.
Strike the enemy's settlements, turn them into dust, pave the Arab roads with the skulls of Jews.
Hell is paved with infants skulls.
There are two dilemmas that rattle the human skull: How do you hang on to someone who won't stay? And how do you get rid of someone who won't go?
It is at night... that the mind is most clear, that we are most able to hold all our life in the palm of our skull.
The head is what matters. The rest of the body plays the part of antennae making life possible for people and life itself is inside the skull.
Technology is basically neutral. It's kind of like a hammer. The hammer doesn't care whether you use it to build a house, or whether a torturer uses it to crush somebody's skull.
Moreover he saw a skull floating on the surface of the water and he said unto it: Because you drowned others they drowned you; and those that drowned you will eventually be drowned.
You should have seen the look on your skull.
I also discovered the only complete Brontosaurus skull.
Give up the belief that mind is, even temporarily, compressed within the skull, and you will quickly become more manly or womanly. You will understand yourself and your Maker better than before.
The object of my researches is the brain. The cranium is only a faithful cast of the external surface of the brain, and is consequently but a minor part of the principal object.
I knew the facts of death before I knew the facts of life. There never was a time when I didn't see the skull beneath the skin.
When you see me smash somebody's skull, you enjoy it.
Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.
No one is born just once. If you're lucky, you'll emerge again in someone's arms; or unlucky, wake when the long tail of terror brushes the inside of your skull.
We're doing Circle of Snakes, we open up with Skin Carver and we are throwing in Skull Forest later on.
Her mind is a bird that's trapped inside her skull, flapping and thrashing, never breaking free.
I'm tired of being ruled by the Skull and Bones. The only place they belong are on punk-rock albums!
Hell is paved with priests' skulls.
In a museum in Havana, there are two skulls of Christopher Columbus, one when he was a boy and one when he was a man
The slime of all my yesterdays rots in the hollow of my skull.
Homeopaths do not have a physical brain, but merely 'skull water' with the memory of brains.
Maybe I am becoming a hermit, opening the door for only a few special animals? Maybe my skull is too crowded and it has no opening through which to feed it soup?
Now panic beats and flutters inside my skull like a flock of starlings locked in an attic.
I can't bear the silent ringing in my skull.
It didn't hurt, did it? When I hit you?" "Sure. Fractured skull. Concussion, the lot..." "But seriously, Kath. No hard feelings, right? I'm awfully sorry. I honestly am.
Pompeii has nothing to teach us, we know crack of volcanic fissure, slow flow of terrible lava, pressure on heart, lungs, the brain about to burst its brittle case (what the skull can endure!)
I would say that hardware is the bone of the head, the skull. The semiconductor is the brain within the head. The software is the wisdom and data is the knowledge.
Melancholy sees the worst of things, things as they may be, and not as they are. It looks upon a beautiful face, and sees but a grinning skull.
Systematic yoga and vipassana opens the "Dasham Duar" the mystical tenth spiritual gateway located at the top of the skull.
Silently, God opens his golden eyes over the place of skulls.
Skulls are what people dont know to be good luck, they ward off bad.
The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure. Thoughts are not etched on the inside of skulls, to be perused by an invader. The mind is a complex and many-layered thing.
The road to hell is paved with leeks and potatoes
Why is the human skull as dense as it is? Nowadays we can send a message around the world in one-seventh of a second, but it takes years to drive an idea through a quarter-inch of human skull.
You were one person alive and your brain was encased in a skull. There were other people out there. It took effort to be connected.
I think it was when I ran into Kerouac and Burroughs - when I was 17 - that I realized I was talking through an empty skull... I wasn't thinking my own thoughts or saying my own thoughts.
For me, time is the greatest mystery of all. The fact is that we're dreaming all the time. That's what really gets me. We have a fathomless lake of unconsciousness just beneath our skulls.
You know, many people believe that we archaeologists are just a collection of old fogies digging around in the ruins after old dried up skulls and bones.
Nothing was your own except the few cubic centimetres inside your skull.