How to use Head in a sentence
She leaned her head on his shoulder.
He shook his head and rolled his eyes.
Here was her round head, covered with pretty curls.
He was head of the house - the one who made final decisions.
Pierre shook his head and went on.Advertisement
She turned her head and kissed him on the cheek.
She shook her head soberly.
His position has not turned his head at all.
Don't bite my head off.
Lowering his head, his lips touched hers.Advertisement
She shook her head and sighed as she sat down.
They advanced in a great swarm, having been joined by many more of their kind, and they flew straight over Jim's head to where the others were standing.
It is enough to make one's head whirl!
He lifted his head high and gazed at Denisov as if repressing a laugh.
However, the Wizard went once more to his satchel--which seemed to contain a surprising variety of odds and ends--and brought out a spool of strong wire, by means of which they managed to fasten four of the wings to Jim's harness, two near his head and two near his tail.Advertisement
She shook her head, mouth too dry to speak.
Noticing that the light was growing dim he picked up his nine piglets, patted each one lovingly on its fat little head, and placed them carefully in his inside pocket.
She turned her head to watch him.
Howard shook his head and Len cleared his throat.
Lisa jerked her head around and glared at him, but his attention was fully absorbed by the destruction.Advertisement
Cautiously, she crept up to the door and peered around it, jerking her head back instinctively when she spotted Yancey unlocking a door to an inner office.
Yancey inclined his head toward the table and the man's eyes followed, lighting up.
She grabbed a head of lettuce and shut the door.
It's time to go, sleepy head.
He lifted a hand and shook his head.Advertisement
She watched the memories in his head.
To get ahead of the vamps … Rainy shook his head.
Sonya tried to lift her head to answer but could not, and hid her face still deeper in the bed.
His fine eyes lit up with a thoughtful, kindly, and unaccustomed brightness, but he was looking not at his sister but over her head toward the darkness of the open doorway.
Well, Michael Ivanovich," he suddenly went on, raising his head and pointing to the plan of the building, "tell me how you mean to alter it...."
Alpatych swayed his head and went upstairs.
Tikhon scratched his back with one hand and his head with the other, then suddenly his whole face expanded into a beaming, foolish grin, disclosing a gap where he had lost a tooth (that was why he was called Shcherbaty--the gap-toothed).
During the third night the countess kept very quiet for a few minutes, and Natasha rested her head on the arm of her chair and closed her eyes, but opened them again on hearing the bedstead creak.
He shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck.
He was sitting in his chair, everything from the top of his head to his thighs covered with the newspaper he was holding out to read.
She leaned her head back and looked up at him, wiping the tears from her cheeks.
Quint dropped his head.
Even the way she wore her hair, with those braids wrapped around the top of her head like a crown and the long shiny blond curls falling around her shoulders and down her back – she wasn't simply beautiful.
Leaning her head back, she forced the soft chair into a reclining position.
Len snatched the forgotten hat from his head.
Her head felt like it could float off her body.
Feeling returned with a vengeance and her head pounded mercilessly.
He walked around to the driver's side, ducking his head as he folded his long frame into the car.
Tammy regarded her suspiciously, ducking her head shyly.
Lisa winked at her and Tammy ducked her head, smiling shyly.
She shook her head, eyeing the vehicle apprehensively.
His hands gently pulled her head back and before she comprehended his intent, he kissed her lips.
He jerked his head around and stared at her.
The horse lifted its head and nickered in the direction of the path.
As Giddon grabbed the reins, Diablo turned his head to look at his master.
Her head was tipped to the side, resting on her tiny shoulder.
He lifted his head, his hungry gaze searching her face.
He shook his head in surrender, and his voice softened.
She shook her head to remove the cobwebs of imagination.
One second she was falling head over heels, the next rolling on her side.
When he lifted his head, she pushed him away.
He glanced at her and shook his head.
Yancey swirled her around and leaned his head down, speaking in a low voice.
Her arms stole around his neck and she ran trembling fingers through the soft hair on the back of his head.
He sighed and rubbed his head as though the whole idea gave him a headache.
She tipped her head to the side and smiled at Lisa.
He laughed and held her above his head, his expression once again, pure adoration.
His head jerked up and his face flamed.
Sarah shook her head and rolled her eyes as she continued her needlework.
Yancey expertly caught the head of the serpent between the forks of a stick and bent over to pick it up.
Tammy wrapped an arm around Lisa's neck and laid a soft curly head on her shoulder.
Get it through your head.
She lifted her head to ask him why Allen was asking questions about Yancey.
A simple shake of the head obviously didn't satisfy him.
I'm going to head out that way.
She turned questioning eyes on Connie, who shook her head in disbelief.
Tucked into the braids were delicate flowers that circled her head like a golden crown.
Spencer colored and shook his head.
She shook her head in dismay.
She kicked off her shoes and stretched out on the couch, lacing fingers behind her head.
The blood left her head in a race to her feet and her knees melted to follow.
Put your head down between your knees.
Brandon shook his head and sighed audibly.
Adrienne shook her head and turned to the kitchen.
As she turned her head, the spoon distorted her nose, making it look longer and hooked.
Finally she tossed her head and spoke flippantly.
It turned its head and watched as she placed a foot in the stirrup.
She turned her head and stared across the pasture, acutely aware of the warmth of his hand on her leg.
Donna shook her head.
Chris shook her head and smiled.
He didn't even look at her when he shook his head.
Too head strong to do what you know is best.
When he finally lifted his head and spoke to Adrienne, his voice was devoid of any emotion.
Adrienne shook her head, not trusting her voice.
Turning her head, he lifted her chin and gazed into her eyes.
Don't put words in my mouth - or foolish thoughts in your head.
Rachel shook her head.
She inclined her head to indicate the endless sand, broken only by an occasional yucca or chickweed.
He accepted the tin of flapjacks she offered and jerked his head toward her wagon.
If you throw one more dead animal at my feet, I'm going to beat you over the head with it.
He pushed the hat back on his head and gazed up at her with troubled eyes.
When she still didn't respond, he shook his head.
Exhaustion made itself known and her head nodded.
She lifted her head, peering into the darkness.
Slowly he lowered his head to hers and his lips found hers - warm and questioning.
He ran a hand through his hair and clamped his hat on his head.
She shook her head and the motion brought on a dizzy spell.
Her head was pounding and her throat was dry.
She cradled her throbbing head on her arms and tried to relax.
We can rest tonight and head for Ashley in the morning.
Her head nodded once and she jerked it up, blinking in the lantern light.
The woman gazed up at him with tear-filled eyes and shook her head.
She turned her head so that he would not see the tears burning her eyes.
She shook her head free of pointless thoughts and began dusting.
Its legs were long and lean and its head was held low, ears erect.
He shook his head soberly.
She shook her head mutely.
She sighed and shook her head.
He shook his head and ran his fingers along the rich top of the piano.
She had large brown eyes with thick black lashes and matching hair that was stacked becomingly on top of her head.
A few minutes later Cade popped his head around the door.
She quirked a brow and made an exaggerated point of putting her hair back in order, tossing her head pertly and smiling up at him.
She tossed her head to throw the curls from her face and rolled over in bed.
Cynthia jerked her head around and stared at Claudette.
She shook her head and clicked her tongue against the top of her mouth.
Claudette shook her head.
The blood drained from her head, leaving her dizzy and disoriented.
She lifted a hand to her head and her knees started to buckle.
His expression was openly compassionate as he reached out, drawing her into his arms and guiding her head to his shoulder.
She sat up and grabbed her throbbing head.
She threw the pillow over her head, drawing the light blanket up against her chin.
She stretched out on the couch beside him; resting her head on his chest and he draped the blanket across her shoulders, his arm falling loosely on her waist.
He turned his head and kissed her fingers.
He leaned down and kissed her cheek softly and she rolled her head, finally touching his lips briefly with hers.
Again he bent his head and his lips questioned hers gently at first, and then with more emotion when she responded.
Again he stroked her cheek and bent his head.
And then he moved over her, his fingers sliding up her arm as it lay beside her head.
After all, she had made the first move, turning her head as he kissed her cheek.
But now her head was clear.
After all, if she hadn't turned her head when he kissed her on the cheek, maybe things wouldn't have turned out the same way.
He stared at her with a perplexed expression and finally shook his head.
He shook his head, a wry smile twisting his lips.
He lifted his hat from the peg and clamped it on his head and then paused, one hand on the door while he studied her face.
Mary shook her head.
Cade shook his head and with a quick move, untied her apron strings.
He lifted the apron over her head.
He rolled his eyes and hit the side of his head with the heel of his hand.
He shook his head, obviously still distraught by the mere thought of it.
She shook her head in amazement.
I knew I'd have to talk to you about it sooner or later, but I didn't want to hold the financial burden of an unplanned pregnancy over your head like a club.
For a moment he held Zach, body in one hand and head cradled in the other.
Cynthia reached down and pulled the cap back on his head.
Zach snuggled against him, turning his head and opening his tiny mouth in search of food.
Howie doesn't have to work but he still suffers from head trauma, is pretty depressed and frankly, doesn't know what to do with himself.
The left side of Howie's head was absent hair and a series of three dark scars were visible.
Howie put his knuckles to the side of his head and closed his eyes.
I have to mull it around in my head a bit more if you don't mind.
I went to sleep last night, almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.
Howie shook his head.
I shook my head.
Quinn shook his head.
Quinn shook his head and glanced at his watch.
He nodded his head and asked how long he slept.
We shook our head in awe.
A shake of Howie's head denoted no strange encounters of the weird kind.
I look at it this way; something is going on in Howie's head.
Who knows what's going on in that head?
It's Howie's head so it's his choice but the machines, are mine exclusively.
If anyone links me to you, I'm to bury my head and walk away.
The driver struck his passenger repeatedly on the side of her head with his free hand as he drove deeper into the wood.
I'll pluck their eyes from their head!
My wife shook her head.
Martha shook her head.
Don't shake your head.
I could see her nod her head in the moonlight.
Keene was once called The Elm City before Dutch elm disease destroyed the massive trees that surrounded the grassy area at the head of the square.
I shook my head in wonder at this man.
He swiveled his head, back and forth between sides, unwilling as usual to make a decision.
Even Quinn bowed his head and agreed.
I've just been paddling to keep my head above water my whole life long and sinking down further with every stroke.
She shook her head no.
She shook her head and began to cry once more.
She shook her head and wiped her face.
She plopped down next to me and buried her head in my shoulder.
She raised her head and looked me in the eye.
She turned abruptly and pulling my head with one hand, kissed me hard on the mouth while her other hand groped between my legs!
When Martha finished, she tossed her head back and moaned.
Martha moaned her head still back and her eyes closed.
It saved the guy from having his head blown off.
Molly shook her head no.
She shook her head no once more.
Molly shook her head no once more.
Martha shook her head, as if looking for more.
She nodded her head in agreement.
I made it to the circle park at the head of Main Street and drank in the sunshine on a park bench.
I'd say you have few choices; get protection, get a gun or head for the hills.
I cleaned up a few paper details and left the office for home, driving around town the long way, just to clear my head.
Molly shook her head no, her cheeks puffy with her breakfast.
He let go and swung the butt of the knife at my head as I fell to the floor.
I guess you took one on the head too.
More head shaking but it wasn't enough.
My head throbbed and my side felt as if a car, no, an SUV were parked on me.
I reached up and touched bandages, on my neck and the side of my head.
You have to spend the night, because of the head injury.
All parts of my body ached and the prescription I was taking caused my head to spin.
He didn't get that much of a head start.
The woman nodded her head.
I turned my head but he simply gave a wave of his hand.
No, though I admit with head bowed, I lusted after her in my mind enough times.
Maybe he's grown up and changed; God knows I have but back in the day, he was a little piss head, always getting in fights, picking on little kids.
Dropping off this little package was accomplished with no regret as she wouldn't cease screaming her head off keeping my nerves on edge the entire time we were together.
Next, a head but scattered hay was the only thing in sight.
He gripped his forearm in the same spot he'd told her Jonny had been bitten but shook his head.
He shook his head and squeezed the steering wheel until one of his fingers popped.
He hesitated, then shook his head.
Her eyes watered, and she ducked her head.
He drained her life until she was near blackness before he flung his head back with a contented sigh.
She careened into the door frame, a flash of pain going through her head.
She hung, helpless and exhausted, stuck in the in-between place until the pain of her head hitting something hard jarred her into consciousness.
As if sensing the same, the blonde bowed her head in deferment without moving.
He nodded his head towards the garage door.
She sighed and picked up his hand, placing it on her head.
She took in the clean car and shook her head, wondering how many hours a week he spent cleaning everything he owned to keep it all so spotless.
He placed the tip of a gun to Bianca's head.
The vamp's head exploded with the first shot of his hand cannon, the bullet missing Bianca by a couple inches.
She didn't move the entire trip back to the condo, as if afraid he'd blow her head off next.
Bianca shook her head, her hands trembling again at the otherworldly display.
He had her wrists pinned above her head.
His hand went to the back of his head, and he grimaced.
He touched his face again then rubbed the back of his head.
His eyes watered, and he shook his head, shivering.
Toni asked, shaking his head.
Toni shook his head.
She shook her head and sat down, sending a text to Darian.
He hesitated then wrapped his arms around her, resting his cheek against her head.
Toni shook his head and trotted into the house.
She stepped into his view, and he dropped his arms, throwing back his head to suck in deep breaths.
She was curled up in it, her head resting on one of the arms.
Do I really want that next to my head?
She shook her head, not sure what to think of his words.
He clutched his head and gave a small moan.
Her healing magic zapped him hard enough almost to right his head.
He threw himself down and squeezed his head, furious at his own weakness.
He froze at the distant voice in his head.
He strode by her and slapped her on the back of the head, hard.
She rubbed her head and glared at him, watching as he followed his father in the direction where both sky and sea darkened into blackness.
Raindrops splattered against her head.
Talon stumbled, and Dusty froze rather than pounced, his head whipping around.
Across the room, Darian shifted closer to the battle, one hand rubbing the back of his head.
His attention was drawn over her head, and his mouth went lax.
Within seconds, his head flew across the room.
His body shook, and he flung his head back to the sky with a hoarse shout.
Jule lifted his head to the night sky and closed his eyes.
Sean caught his eye and tossed his head towards the restrooms.
Jule sat with his back against the far wall, his lip bloodied, one eye black, and his hands chained above his head to the pipes running from the floor to the ceiling.
He raised his head as she took a step into the room and met her gaze.
He leaned his head against the wall.
Her hand brushed one of his forearms, held in place over his head by the handcuffs.
She hesitated at the head of the stairs, tormented by the knowledge her father was incapable of mercy towards his daughter, let alone a stranger.
Jonny's head snapped up, his expression one of surprise that quickly turned to anger.
He's the head of the vamps.
Amused, Damian looked at Darian and tossed his head towards the door.
The arrow went over his head and was followed by two more.
His shoulder didn't move as it should, and he switched the sword to his other hand, trusting his instincts to keep his head on his shoulders.
His head dropped back against the headrest, and she sped up.
Too weak to push it off, he let his head drop back onto the cushion behind him.
His head spun, and his legs belted.
Jule shook his head.
She wanted more … She shook her head and took a wet washcloth into the living room.
As if worn out, he rested his head against the cushions.
She shook her head, recalling what she'd felt when she touched Jule.
He shook his head to clear it and reached across the island.
The vamp bowed his head and pushed past Jenn.
The vamp in front of him chuckled and tossed his head in greeting to his teammates.
Sexy, even when you want to cut my head off.
She drew the gun at the small of her back and aimed it at the head of one of the vamps.
She shook her head and trotted after Jonny, who paced madly in the hall.
He rested his hand on her expanding stomach and his chin on her head.
He wobbled on his feet and shook his head.
The two spoke for a few moments before Xander bowed his head and walked away.
He tipped his head in a silent greeting.
He was tightly wrapped in black fabric, his head towards the ocean.
They wanted your head, too, but Damian set 'em straight, Dusty replied.
He didn't tear my head off when he sought me out the first time.
Jenn watched, confused, until he lowered his head to her neck.
Half a head shorter than Xander, Jule was speaking quietly to the vamp, whose arms were crossed and head tilted in consideration.
How is it you haven't ripped my head off?
He suddenly cocked his head to the side.
Darian's head was spinning, his mind reverberating with the power of the site.
Xander raised the Other over his head and snapped his back over one knee.
Xander crossed his arms, his head tilted in interest as he listened.
Damian lifted his head, indicating the three forms standing at the top of the hill.
He was taller than it by a head.
She stared at him then shook her head and punched again.
She reddened and shook her head.
Yully smiled and shook her head again.
Her apartment was cold, and sunlight streamed through the blinds, making her head pound harder.
Her head ached too much to respond.
They're acting out some bizarre kid's story for the cancer kids, Han said, ducking his head into the office.
The Guardian's muffled voice grew louder as he pulled the head off the costume.
One of the monsters pulled off its head to reveal a man.
She ducked her head and braced herself as he reached for her again.
Shaking his head, he retreated to his office.
His crying and shifting distracted her from the strange world around her and made her head pulse, as if he were trying to pry his way into her unwilling mind.
Jake ignored him, and she shook her head.
Her headache had been gone most of the morning for the first time in months, until the monster in her head started clawing at her mind.
The woman in his arms ducked her head again and closed her eyes, missing the flash of darkness that crossed his mind and face.
He held her another minute, resting his chin on her head.
She jerked it open only to have it pushed shut by an olive hand planted above her head.
There were a great many things she'd let him do to her to win the game in her head.
He clasped his hands behind his head, giving her an unobstructed view of his body.
Her head hurt again, this time from trying to digest what he was telling her.
She rummaged around one of the cupboards for her prescription painkillers, her head pounding.
Dusty shook his head, though Damian saw his faint smile.
She shook her head, fear spiraling through her.
The man in her head just wouldn't leave her alone.
His gaze followed her until she disappeared into the house, and he shook his head.
His head remained shoved under a pillow, and his body relaxed, as if he were falling back asleep.
She gave him an agitated look and rolled onto her stomach, twisting her head away from him.
He shook his head despite the desire on his face.
Darian was crying, and her head hurt.
When the common sense fairy smacks you upside the head, you know where to find me.
She held her head in her hands, tormented by his pain without understanding how she was supposed to help a dead man.
Unable to be alone with the man in her head, she went to her library.
Damian's call pulled her from the vision replaying in her head.
Damian waited expectantly, but Dusty shook his head.
A strange voice in his head spoke the word again, and he saw the woman with blue and silver eyes.
Sofia jerked from her place beside her window, not sure which voice came from her head and which from the handsome man before her.
She let her head drop back and sighed.
She all but snatched her hand away, overwhelmed at the images in her head.
She wondered if the dead man in her head, Darian, felt this way when he cried.
Dusty's whisper brought him out of his mind, and he realized he was kneeling on the floor with his head bowed.
He sensed the visions in her head, not surprised to see his own black memories playing on the screens on the back of her eyelids along with a dark nightmare of a man in a corner crying.
The videos running through her head were dark and disturbing, had been since she entered his world.
She shook her head and returned to the library.
She shook her head as if he were the fool.
Sofia shook her head.
They ignored her, and she rested her head on the back of the chair, their low talk and the warmth of the fire lulling her into another trance.
Two bowed his head, awaiting a beating that never came.
He opened the box to reveal a man's platinum signet ring with the half-moon, half-sun, and arrow symbol neatly carved on its head.
He towered head and shoulders over the mostly female crowd and leaned with deceptive casualness that radiated danger against one of the pillars in the food court.
Damian smiled and tossed his head toward his computer, straightening.
Her two-toned eyes were still, her head resting on the back of the chair as she looked up at him.
She turned her head away, jumping as the shot rang out.
She twisted her head away as he dripped the blood over her lips.
He snatched her head with his other hand, then held her nose closed as she clamped her mouth shut.
He lowered his head to her ear.
She tripped, and her head snapped back.
He placed her on the table and retreated, shaking his head and swiping at the air around him, as if plagued by bees.
If there was a way to make him see what was in her head … to make him remember … she focused on Damian's memories, the ones before the dark age, when he and his brother were happy.
He walked through the halls quickly, the emerging thoughts in his head baffling him.
All he could see in his head was kiri sobbing and the dreams she'd made him remember.
They weren't good dreams, and the ones she showed him weren't the only ones in his head.
Why didn't she go back to his head, where she was safe?