Head Games Quotes

And Jane Eyre. Oh, smart, resourceful, sad Jane. Her prize, readers, after a youth of fighting for some smidgen of autonomy? Marrying him: The bad-tempered guy who kept his first wife in the attic, wooed Jane through a series of elaborate head games, and was, by the time she landed him, blind and missing a hand. ~ Rebecca Traister

I end up watching this movie about some girl who's supposed to be so smart and edgy and unpopular. She wears glasses, that's how you know she's so smart. And she's the only one that has dark hair in the school- a place that looks like Planet Blond.

Anyway, she somehow ends up going to the prom- hello, gag- and she doesn't wear her glasses, so suddenly she's all beautiful. And she's bashful and shy because she doesn't feel comfortable wearing a dress. But then the guy says something like, "Wow, I never knew you were so pretty," and she feels on top of the world.

So, basically, the whole point is she's pretty. Oh, and smart, too. But what's really important here is that she's pretty.

For a second I think about Katie. About her thin little Clarissa Le Fey.

It must be a pain being fat. There are NO fat people on Planet Blond.

I don't get it. I mean, even movies where the actress is smart- like they seem like they'd be smart in real life, they're all gorgeous. And they usually get a boyfriend somewhere in the story. Even if they say they don't want one. They always, always end up falling in love, and you're supposed to be like, "Oh, good."

I once said this to my mom, and she laughed. "Honey, Hollywood... reality- two different universes. Don't make yourself crazy."

Which made me feel pretty pathetic. Like I didn't know the difference between a movie and the real world.

But then when eve ~ Mariah Fredericks

Well, first of all," he began, "I really…I really like you." He looked into my eyes in a seeming effort to transmit the true meaning of each word straight into my psyche. All muscle tone disappeared from my body.
Marlboro Man was so willing to put himself out there, so unafraid to put forth his true feelings. I simply wasn't used to this. I was used to head games, tactics, apathy, aloofness. When it came to love and romance, I'd developed a rock-solid tolerance for mediocrity. And here, in two short weeks, Marlboro Man had blown it all to kingdom come.
There was nothing mediocre about Marlboro Man.
He had more to say; he didn't even pause to wait for a response. That, in his universe, was what a real man did.
"And…" He hesitated.
I listened. His voice was serious. Focused.
"And I just flat don't want you to leave," he declared, holding me close, resting his chin on my cheek, speaking directly into my ear.
I paused. Took a breath. "Well--" I began.
He interrupted. "I know we've just been doing this for two weeks, and I know you've already made your plans, and I know we don't know what the future holds, but…" He looked at me and cupped my face in his hand, his other hand on my arm.
"I know," I agreed, trying to muster some trite response. "I--"
He broke in again. He had some things to say. "If I didn't have the ranch, it'd be one thing," he said. My pulse quickened. "But I…my life is here."
"I know," I said again. "I wouldn ~ Ree Drummond

I can kick your head off, but I can't, like, play a stupid little video game. ~ Kelly Hu

Whether they're family or friends, manipulators are difficult to escape from. Give in to their demands and they'll be happy enough, but if you develop a spine and start saying no, it will inevitably bring a fresh round of head games and emotional blackmail. You'll notice that breaking free from someone else's dominance will often result in them accusing you of being selfish. Yes, you're selfish, because you've stopped doing what they want you to do for them. Wow. Can these people hear themselves?! ~ Rosie Blythe

You want to play head games?" Molly snarled, her blue eyes blazing. "Let's go. ~ Jim Butcher

Friends

Friends will stick up for you, not put you down.
Friends like when you smile, not when you frown.
Friends treat you respectfully, not call you names.
Friends are always truthful, they don't play little head games.
If I had real friends, they would be nice.
But, the people I call friends always bring tears to my eyes. ~ Various

I've been lucky to work with people that I like most of the time. If I don't like them, I'll play head games with them to get their minds spinning. ~ Vince Vaughn

I don't see what could be better to play a game and get paid for it. ~ Mark Mulder

But this...her...she's more than warmth. She's fire, a soul, a name. Mei Yee reverbs through my head, my veins. Lodges like shrapnel in the far reaches of my chest. More powerful than a pound of C-4. Uncontrollable. ~ Ryan Graudin

While he was charming and capable of great humor in public, in private, Bezos could bite an employee's head right off. ~ Brad Stone

I just like to win basketball games. That's what motivates me. ~ Chamique Holdsclaw

People bustled around me, in a Manhattan hurry, but I stopped walking. I stared at my reflection. It was hard not to rip off the hat right there, not to strip down on Broadway to the person I sensed waiting below. A voice, stronger than I knew I had, whispered in my head: This is not who you are. ~ Tova Mirvis

Art raises its head where creeds relax. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche

Okay. Let's see what we've got." He lifted up her foot and said, "Well, what we've got here is a freakin' boat."
Really?" She slammed her heel against the side of his face, snapping his head to one side. "How big are they now, Mitch?"
Rubbing the abused side of his face, "Dainty little elf feet?"
"Exactly. ~ Shelly Laurenston

I bow my head to the victims of terrorism. I am highly impressed of the courage of New York residents. The great city and the great American nation are to win! ~ Vladimir Putin

And it was understood that Scottish Borderers did not take kindly to outside Wardens. The oustanding example was the unfortunate Frenchman, Anthony Darcy, the Sieur de la Bastie, who in 1516 was ill-advised enough to accept the Wardenry of all the Scottish Marches, with particular responsibility in the east. This was Hume country, and they regarded Darcy with "horrid resentment". He seems to have been a brave, honest and conscientious Warden, which no doubt rendered him all the more odious. The outcome was that the Humes finally caught up with him near Duns, cut off his head, and took it home in triumph, tied by its long locks to a saddle-bow. ~ George MacDonald Fraser

Pavlov was fascinated with the "ideas of the opposite". Call it a cluster of cells, somewhere on the cortex of the brain. Helping to disintiguish pleasure from pain, light from dark, dominance from submission….but when somehow – starve them, traumatize, castrate them send them over into one of the transmarginal phases, past borders of their waking selves, past equivalent and paradoxical phases – you weaken this idea of the opposite, and here all at once is the paranoid patient, who would be master, yet now feels himself a slave…..who would be loved, but suffers his world's indifference, and "I think", Pavlov writing to Janet, "it is precisely the ultraparadoxical phase which is the base of the weakening of the idea of the opposite in our patients. Our madmen, , our paranoid, maniac, schizoid, morally imbecilic.
Spectro shakes his head. "You are putting response before stimulus. Not at all. Think about it. He is out there, he can feel them coming, days in advance, but it is a reflex. A reflex to something that is in the air right now, something were too coarsely put together to sense, but Slothrop can. ~ Thomas Pynchon

Let's go. I don't want to keep you from the things you have to do ... like plan the next crime wave with your biker gang."
"Sure. And you don't want to miss your nail appointment."
I cocked my head. "That's tomorrow. ~ Sophie Jordan

Never thought I would be trying to heal Cyra Noavek," Cisi said. "On a transport vessel full of Shotet, no less." She glanced at him. "I can see why you like her, you know."
"I feel like…" Akos sighed, and sat down at the table next to Cyra's head. "Like I just walked right into my fate without meaning to."
"Well," Cisi said, "if you are destined to serve the Noavek family, I think you could do worse than the woman who was willing to endure all this just to get you home. ~ Veronica Roth

You might as well ask why a middle-aged man with no criminal record might put a paper bag over his head and rob a bank. I acted out of personal desperation. ~ Aldrich Ames

In L.A., unless you've just won an Oscar or you're Mr. Studio Head, no one talks to you. Even at parties. ~ Rachel Weisz

My head monk asked how it was walking. I said it hurt without shoes. And he said, 'It hurts on the foot that's down, but the one that's up feels really good - so focus on that one'. ~ Deepak Chopra

There's more ways to stop a man then with an arrow in the heart!" the first shaft struck Drale in the shoulder and the moon blossomed red through the dust suddenly swirling in murky streams. Drale cleared his head and charged into his enemies sword raised high above his head, then a cloud covered the moon and the forest went black. ~ Elizabeth Novak

Firestar, what's wrong?" Firestar shook his head to clear it of apprehension. It was a relief to go right back to the beginning, and tell Cinderpelt about the dream that had come to him as he lay beside the Moonstone. Cinderpelt sat beside him and listened in silence, her steady gaze never leaving his face. "Bluestar told me, 'Four will become two. Lion and tiger will meet in battle, and blood will rule the forest,'" Firestar finished. "And then blood oozed out of the hill of bones and started to fill the hollow. Blood everywhere . . . Cinderpelt, what does it all mean?" "I don't know," Cinderpelt confessed. "StarClan has not shown me any of this. Just as they have the power to show me what will happen, so they can choose not to share with me. I'm sorry, Firestar - but I'll keep thinking about it, and maybe something will happen to make it clearer soon." She pushed her nose against Firestar's fur to comfort him, but though Firestar was grateful for her ~ Erin Hunter

Follow your heart always, and remember to take your head along with you. ~ Alfred Adler

The pressure of his mouth eased. He drew away, holding her at arm's length. He filled her vision, broad shoulders and shaggy head framed by the crags and cliffs of Connemara. He had a look of astonished delight on his face, while dangerous banked fires smoldered in his eyes. Still gripping her shoulders, he stepped back and said, "Look me in the eye, Caitlin MacBride, and tell me you've been kissed before. ~ Susan Wiggs

We experience almost all the emotions that make life deep and engaging as a consequence of moving forward successfully towards something deeply desired and valued. The price we pay for that involvement is the inevitable creation of hierarchies of success, while the inevitable consequence is difference in outcome. Absolutely equality would therefore require the sacrifice of value itself - and then there would be nothing worth living for. We might instead note with gratitude that a complex, sophisticated culture allows for many games and many successful players, and that a well-structured culture allows the individuals that compose it to play and to win, in many different fashions. ~ Jordan B. Peterson

I know I'm wild. I've always been wild. Which beats tail-spinning into darkness every time. When I do stuff, my thoughts are on the act. I have a blast, I entertain, and my head takes a break. It's win-win across the board. ~ Sunniva Dee

Curse him for being all tight muscle, with ivory skin and a mouth as soft as rose petals. Curse him for having hair as fair as the sun, and eyes as black as night. Curse him for having the grace of a cat and deft, cool hands.
And now I am having the same argument on paper that I have in my own head on too many nights. I know my choice is sensible, but it isn't my common sense I think with, those times Rosto's stolen a kiss from me. ~ Tamora Pierce

In the head of the adoring male is the illusion that sublime beauty "is all head and wings, with no bottom to betray" it. In one of Swift's poems a young man explains the grotesque contradiction that is tearing him apart:

Nor wonder how I lost my Wits;
Oh! Caelia, Caelia, Caelia, shits!

In other words, in Swift's mind there was an absolute contradiction "between the state of being in love and an awareness of the excremental function of the beloved. ~ Ernest Becker

Claire. Wake up. She blinked and realized that her head was on Shane's shoulder, and Michael was nowhere to be seen. Her first thought was, Oh my God, am I drooling? Her second was that she hadn't realized she was so close to him, snuggled in. Her third was that although Michael's part of the couch was empty, Shane hadn't moved away. And he was watching her with warm, friendly eyes. Oh. Oh, wow, that was nice. ~ Rachel Caine

All those maybes swimming around my head make me think that "maybe" could just be another word for hope. ~ Amber Smith

You're a survivor. Voron put you on the edge of that cliff again and again until he conditioned you to claw onto life. You'll do whatever you have to do to survive, and I'm your only chance of getting out. At first you'll balk, but with every passing hour my offer will look better and better. You'll convince yourself that dying will accomplish nothing and you should at least go out with a bang. You'll tell yourself that you're accepting my offer just so you can stick that broken sword into my chest and feel it cut through my heart. Even if you die afterward, the fact that I'll stop breathing makes your death mean something. So you'll call me. And you'll try to kill me. Except you've gone three days without food, and that body . . ." He tilted his head and looked me over slowly. "That body burns through calories like fire goes through gasoline. You're running out of reserves. I can put you down with one hit."
"You're right about the sword. You broke mine. I owe you one."
He tapped his naked chest over his heart. "This is the spot. Give it a shot, Kate. Let's see what happens. ~ Ilona Andrews

The game of baseball is made up of many little things. If we do all the little things right, then we'll never have a big thing to worry about ~ Cal Ripken, Sr.

When a subject pops into a director's head, you either fit in there somewhere, or you don't. An actor is only who he is. Especially as you get older, there's not as much of a range of potentially feasible parts. ~ Charlotte Rampling

His teeth flashed white as he smiled. "Let us strike a bargain, wife."
"What sort of bargain?" She made no attempt to hide her suspicion.
"I will do as I please with no resistance from you, and when I am satisfied, you may do as you wish."
For just one moment, his evenhandedness surprised her. Just a moment . . .
"Do you remember what I said about ignorance and innocence, my lord?"
"Very clearly, my lady."
"I have shucked off both. You toy with me. When you are satisfied, you will go to sleep and leave me to fume at having entered into so poor a pact."
"You wound me, all the worse for wounding yourself. Do you not know you are a temptress no man could resist?" He frowned at the sudden thought. "Although they had damn well better lest they be fodder for my sword." His big hand caught her hair, drawing her head back, baring her throat to his caress. "Be advised, wife, I am a possessive man."
She took a breath, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and parted her legs, drawing him into the cradle of her hips. "Be advised, husband," she murmured close beside his ear just before she bit it lightly, "I am a possessive woman. ~ Josie Litton

Yes," Aquitaine said quietly. "The Legions will pay a terrible price so that the residents of Riva can flee. But if they do not, the city will fall into chaos, and the civilians will die." He shook his head. "This way, perhaps half of the legionares will survive the retreat. Even odds. If we are forced to defend the city to our last man, they will all die, Countess. For nothing. And they know it." He nodded. "They'll fight. ~ Jim Butcher

The sounds aren't where the meaning lives. […]

Their language is organised noise, like all of ours are, but for them each word is a funnel. Where to us each word means something, to the Hosts, each is an opening. A door, through which the thought of that referent, the thought itself that reached for that word, can be seen. […]

When they speak they do hear the soul in each voice. That's how the meaning lives there. The words have got . . ." He shook his head, hesitating, then just using that religiose term. "Got the soul in them. And it has to be there, the meaning. Has to be true to be Language. ~ China Mieville

Italy: It's been a while since I slept with you, Romano.
Romano: Shut up! You should have at least two beds in your place!
Italy: How weird... I usually sleep together with Germany and Japan.
Romano: [Grabs Italy's throat] You still get along with them!
[Repeatedly bashes his head into his brother's]
Italy: Bro, I can't breathe. Bro, I can't breathe!
[Cut to Germany's office; his phone is ringing. He picks it up]
Italy: Germany, save me! I'm on my bed and my brother is- ow!
Romano: Not there!
Italy: It's stuck! OW!
Romano: Put down the phone, you fool!
Italy: TAKE IT OUT!
Romano: Put it down!
[Line goes dead]
Germany: [Slightly disturbed] His brother's... stuck..."ow"... take it out...
[Germany bursts into Italy's room]
Italy: Italy, are you okay! What's going-!
[He realizes the brothers' signature hair curls are merely tangled with each other]
Italy: Germany, you're late! ~ Hidekaz Himaruya

Do I rue a life wasted doing crosswords? Yes, but I do know the three-letter-word for regret. ~ Robert Breault

Would you like me to grovel with gratitude for bringing me here, High Lord?"
"Ah. The Suriel told you nothing important, did it?"
That smile of his sparked something bold in my chest. "He also said that you liked being brushed, and if I'm a clever girl, I might train you with treats."
Tamlin tipped his head to the sky and roared with laughter. Despite myself, I let out a quiet laugh.
"I might die of surprise," Lucien said behind me. "You made a joke, Feyre."
I turned to look at him with a cool smile. "You don't want to know what the Suriel said about you." I flicked my brows up, and Lucien lifted his hands in defeat.
"I'd pay good money to hear what the Suriel thinks of Lucien," Tamlin said.
A cork popped, followed by the sounds of Lucien chugging the bottle's contents and chuckling with a muttered, "Brushed. ~ Sarah J. Maas