Conked On The Head Quotes & Sayings

When we are feeling at a loss in a poem, metaphor comes to the rescue. Metaphor is instructive, tactical, and interactive; it succeeds when its audience sees it as both strange and true. We need metaphor to make the error that allows us to reach beyond ourselves. — Ann Townsend

You mean beyond the obvious drawbacks of being involved with a self-proclaimed and unapologetic asshole? — Qwen Salsbury

the ceiling was too high to make out, — J.K. Rowling

If the thunder don't get ya then the lightning will. — Jerry Garcia

She was a carnival to watch--at
times primly coy, posing, grimacing and gesturing--sometimes the
shadow fell and the dignity of old suffering flowed down into her
finger tips. — F Scott Fitzgerald

Writings scatter to the winds blank checks in an insane charge. And were they not such flying leaves, there would be no purloined letters. — Jacques Lacan

Youth is the time to go flashing from one end of the world to the other, both in mind and body. — Robert Louis Stevenson

In Rome, I loved seeing the Caravaggios. There are churches in Rome that have Caravaggios, and there's one, not far from Piazza Navona, that has the best, I think: St. Matthew with the money. — Owen Wilson

Experience had taught me it's better to be wary and feel ridiculous than to get conked on the head, or abducted, or whatever the enemy plan of the day might be. — Charlaine Harris

The wise have pitied the fool that hath striven to give a life
In the world of time and space among the bulks of actual things,
To dream that was dreamed in the heart, and that only the heart could hold.
Oh wise men, riddle me this: What if the dream come true? — Padraig Pearse

Growing old seemed to be full of never-again moments. — Kaje Harper

The part she hated most in mystery novels was where someone had a key piece of information but didn't tell anyone. That was always the precise moment that got conked on the head and thrown into a ditch. Obviously she had to tell someone, and quickly. — India Drummond

There was a little padded seat beside the rattling panes and mouldy sand-bags, it was the coldest place in the room; but she kept there for an hour and a half, with a shawl about her, shivering, squinting at her stitches, and sneaking sly little glances at the road to the house.
I thought, if that wasn't love, then I was a Dutchman; and if it was love, then lovers were pigeons and geese, and I was glad I was not one of them. — Sarah Waters

Knowledge is not predetermined by heredity; it is not predetermined in the things around us - in knowing things around him the subject always adds to them. — Jean Piaget