Skull Quotes

Quotes tagged as "skull" (showing 1-18 of 18)
Derek Landy
“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.”
Derek Landy, Kingdom of the Wicked

Arthur Conan Doyle
“It is not my intention to be fulsome, but I confess that I covet your skull.”
Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of the Baskervilles

Nikos Kazantzakis
“Life's true face is the skull.”
Nikos Kazantzakis

Genna Rulon
“He had a skull and crossbones label on him, but I drank his poison nevertheless and loved it; now I needed an antidote.”
Genna Rulon, Only for You

Jay Woodman

When 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.”
Jay Woodman, SPAN

“...all kinds of images swim like tropical fish in the bathysphere inside my skull ...”
John Geddes, A Familiar Rain

أحمد خالد توفيق
“تصور السينما والتصور الشعبي لطالب الطب، هو أنه يدرس الجمجمة و التشريح لمده ست سنوات حتى في إمتحان التخرج تراه ممسكا بالجمجمة وقد فتح كتاب تشريح عملاقا”
أحمد خالد توفيق, تويتات من العصور الوسطى

J.A. Clement
“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.”
J.A. Clement, On Dark Shores: The Lady

Rebecca A. Rogers
“Without a response, I just stand there like an idiot. Like she just slapped my brain out of my skull and I can’t think.”
Rebecca A. Rogers

Maria McCann
“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.”
Maria McCann, As Meat Loves Salt

Kaoru Kurimoto
“For a while, my self-control and my power of reason quailed to uselessness.”
Kaoru Kurimoto, The Battle of Nospherus

Israelmore Ayivor
“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!”
Israelmore Ayivor, Daily Drive 365

“Lloyd moved to the blackboard and wrote ‘Maneater, Hall and Oates’ at the bottom of a long list of songs and artists.

The blackboard in the kitchen had once been installed as a way of communication for the house. It had turned into a list of Songs That You Would Never See In The Same Light Again. This was basically a list of songs that our serial killing landlord had blared at one time or another at top volume to cover the sound of his heavy electric power tools. It was a litany of 70’s and 80’s music.

Blondie, Heart of Glass was on the list. So was Duran Duran’s ‘Hungry like the Wolf’. Sam had jokingly given him an Einstürzende Neubauten CD on the premise that his tools would blend right in to the music, and he’d returned it the next day, saying it was too suspicious-sounding and made him very nervous for some reason. The next weekend, we had gone right back to the 80’s with the Missing Persons and Dead or Alive.

I tried not to think about why he was playing the music, but it was a little hard not to think about. The strange thumps sometimes suggested that he’d gotten a live one downstairs and was merrily bashing in their skull in the name of his psoriasis to the tune of ‘It’s My Life’ by Talk Talk. Other times I listened in horror as my favorite Thomas Dolby songs were accompanied by an annoying high-pitched buzzsaw whine that altered as if it had entered some sort of solid tissue. He never borrowed music from us again – he claimed our music was too disturbing and dark, and shunned our offerings of Ministry and Nine Inch Nails in favor of some­thing nice and happy by Abba. You’ve never had a restless night from imagining someone deboning a human body while blaring ‘Waterloo’ or ‘Fernando’. It’s not fun.”
Darren McKeeman, City of Apocrypha

Clifford A. Pickover
“As I write this entry, I touch a saber-tooth tiger skull in my office. Without stars there could be no skulls”
Clifford A. Pickover, The Physics Book: From the Big Bang to Quantum Resurrection, 250 Milestones in the History of Physics

“Nothing is tough but your skull so think out of the skull box and let the thoughts fly.”
Vikrmn, Corpkshetra

Wynne McLaughlin
“What is this animal?”
“A horse.”
The chief smiled slightly, and then shouted something to his men in Sioux. They laughed heartily.
“The white eye should stay out of the sun,” said the chief.
Marsh couldn’t help but become a little defensive.
“Wait. You’ve seen a horse’s bones, haven’t you?”
The chief nodded.
“Look at it closely.”
Marsh held the tiny skull up alongside the head of Red Cloud’s mount, comparing the two. The chief reached down and took the skull gingerly, and peered at it intently, turning it in his enormous but surprisingly dexterous hands.
“A small horse?”
“Precisely,” said Marsh, indicated the size with his hands. “Very small.”
The other Sioux laughed, but Red Cloud was fascinated.
“Where are these small horses? Show me one.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t. They are all dead. They died many, many years ago. Many snows. We search for their bones.”
“To . . . to honor them. To learn from them.”
“They speak to you?”
Marsh smiled. “Oh yes.”
“What do they say?”
“They tell us of their world. A world that has long since vanished.”
The chief looked down at the skull, then at Marsh. He shouted again to his men, in Sioux, and they lowered their rifles. He dismounted and turned to face Marsh.
“I am Red Cloud.”
“My name is Professor Marsh.”
“Marsh.” Red Cloud tested the name out loud, and then nodded in approval. “I will hear what these small horses have to teach.”
Wynne McLaughlin

“We want your skull! Make no bones about it!”
Anthony T. Hincks

“Space is full of wonder. Especially if it's between your ears.”
Anthony T. Hincks