#neck

I stick my neck out for nobody. I'm the only cause I'm interested in. ↗

— Julius J. Epstein

#i #interested #neck #nobody #only

On recovering my senses, I hastened to quit a place where I hoped there was nothing further to detain me. I first filled my pockets with gold, then fastened the strings of the purse round my neck, and concealed it in my bosom. ↗

— Adelbert von Chamisso

#concealed #detain #fastened #filled #first

If we should have to fight, we should be prepared to so so from the neck up instead of from the neck down. ↗

— Jimmy Doolittle

#down #fight #instead #neck #prepared

You may be a redneck if... you have spent more on your pickup truck than on your education. ↗

— Jeff Foxworthy

#may #more #pickup #redneck #spent

Sureness is something like a neck brace, which we clamp around our lives, hoping to somehow protect ourselves from the frightening, constant whiplash of change. Sadly, the brace doesn't always hold. ↗

— Elizabeth Gilbert

#around #change #constant #frightening #hold

That was the - It was an exciting time because it was as though I was sort of tied up in a paper bag or in a gunny sack with a rope around the neck of it, and all of a sudden with the acceptance of that first book everything sort of spilled out! ↗

— Robert McCloskey

#around #bag #because #book #everything

A lesser complaint: hair extensions. There are moments on 'All My Children' when half the women actors, young and old, seem to be afflicted by android Barbie creep. All those thick swatches of lifeless strands clustering lankly round ladies' necks! Like orange tanning spray, this is a fashion fad that should be put out of its misery. ↗

— Camille Paglia

#android #barbie #children #complaint #creep

But my eyes were riveted on a small slim woman her hair simply coiled into her neck, Katherine Glasier. ↗

— Ellen Wilkinson

#hair #her #into #katherine #neck

Sometimes you fall, spinning through space, grasping for the things that keep you on this earth. Sometimes you catch them. They can be the hands of the people you love. They can be your pets- pups with funny names, cats with ferocious old souls. The thing that keeps you here can be your art. It can be things you have collected and invested with a certain sense of meaning. A flowered, buckled treasure chest of secrets. Shoes that make you taller and, therefore, closer to the heavens. A suit that belonged to your fairy godmother. A dress that makes you feel a little like the Goddess herself. Sometimes you keep falling; you don't catch anything. Sometimes you fall, spinning through space, grasping for the things that keep you here. Sometimes you catch them. Sometimes you don't. Sometimes they catch you. ↗

— Francesca Lia Block

#art

You take one last look and think it would have been something to climb that silo and peek out the window before the interstate plowed through. To see the land unbroken. You are compelled, of course, to consider how the Ojibwe felt, returning to the campsites at Cotter Creek one day only to hear the sound of sawing and the lowing of oxen. Life will circle around on you. Also visible from the silo window is a gigantic billboard pointed at the interstate and advertising a casino owned by the Ojibwe. The billboard says, WINNERS, 24/7. ↗

— Michael Perry

#and-the-road-to-roughneck-grace #visiting-tom-a-man #life