I'm scared to die," I whispered as Michael walked in. "He was scared to live," he said kissing my forehead.
The little waiter's eyebrows wandered about his forehead in confusion.
Focus your attention on the center of your forehead. Visualize that there is a slow but steady swirl of white light there. Visualize that the white light above your forehead is slowly moving in a clockwise direction.
Here is an example to help you understand the efficacy of the Rosary. You remember the story of David who vanquished Goliath. What steps did the young Israelite take to overthrow the giant? He struck him in the middle of the forehead with a pebble from his sling. If we regard the Philistine as representing evil and all its powers: heresy, impurity, pride, we can consider the little stones from the sling capable of overthrowing the enemy as symbolizing the Aves of the Rosary.
If the internal griefs of every man could be read, written on his forehead, how many who now excite envy would appear to be the objects of pity?
I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now.
I'll repeat something you might consider tattooing on your forehead: What we fear doing most is usually what we most need to do.
To remove all credibility from what you're saying try wearing sunglasses on your forehead.
How?" I demanded. "How could you have screwed this one up?" "When I got in, they said the manager was on the phone and would be a few minutes. So, I sat down and ordered a drink. " This time, I did lean my forehead against the steering wheel. "What did you order?" "A martini. " "A martini. " I lifted my head. "You ordered a martini before a job interview. " "It's a bar, Sage. I figured they'd be cool with it.
My forehead is sometimes too high, but bangs could correct this.
His lips pressed against her forehead and she felt him smile against her skin. "Believe me. . . the only place in the world I want to be is wherever you are. " -Grant Morgan
I have had wrinkles on my forehead and my smile line since I was a kid. I see them in my own kids. I know what they're going to look like. So it's kind of like that's my personality. I feel the older you get, too, the more confident you become just in your own skin.
The camera eye is the one in the middle of our forehead, combining how we see with what there is to be seen.
. . . I don't understand this gap you see between us, but can't you meet me somewhere in the middle?" "The middle of what?" "I don't know, the middle of tomorrow and forever, the middle of life and death, the middle of normal and paranormal. Where we've always been. " I bit my lip, nodding against his forehead. "There's a place for us there, right?" "Always. " He put his lips to mine, sealing our own little spot in the world. Together.
There is a growing strength in women, but it is in the forehead, not in the forearm.
The forehead of every work must shine from afar.
Do you really think we'll ever--" "I do," he said with certainty, not letting me finish. He leaned over and kissed my forehead. "I know it, Sassenach, and so do you. You were meant to be a mother, and I surely dinna intend to let anyone else father your children.
The eyes were hollow and the carven head was broken, but about the high, stern forehead there was a coronal of silver and gold. A trailing plant with flowers like white stars had bound itself across the brows as if in reverence for the fallen king, and in the crevices of his stony hair yellow stonecrop gleamed. "They cannot conquer for ever!" said Frodo.
Sometimes I think that Jesus watches my neurotic struggles, and shakes his head and grips his forehead and starts tossing back mojitos.
A crease found it's way onto Joss's forehead. Because he was certain that Sirus was wrong. Girls were more complicated than boys. Girls communicated in a language that only they understood. And Joss wasn't sure at all that he would ever understand them.
