My head hurts.

Vertically first

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You gave me a headache.

Local plumb line.

I've got a headache.

And what shall we do? Raise our heads.

Then I realize I am dreaming..

I try, constantly, to erase the scenes from my head.

He neither covers my head nor hand cuffs me.

I raise my head high as I am an Egyptian, and I raise my head even higher as I am a Salafi, an assistant of a leading Salafi sheikh proudly told me.

She s just a few inches off the top of my head.

And this metaphor in my head I got anagnorisis and peripetia on my chin.

I'd shake my head, and I'd ask myself the eternal question Why didn't I go into banking?

The shape on the right over here has become an indicator of what's going on in my head.

I've decided that, for me at least, I don't have a big enough head.

In my head I was chanting revolutionary songs, songs I still recite in my head whenever life gets tougher. Whenever I wish to remember who I really am I build a protective bubble around myself.

So I went home, and I shaved my head, and I came back the next day and I said, I'm a boy.

The analysis of parameters of employment by fields of occupation and professions reveals the existence of both vertical and horizontal segregation.

So, in order to realize this dream, I actually thought of putting a big size projector on my head.

In the few minutes it took to get to her, thoughts collided in my head.

And as the warm Gulf washed over my naked head, I realized that it held the best and the worst of us.

Aah, ha, oh, he just crossed over the top of my head about, oh, I don t know, just so close.

I hit my head on my desk. I broke my cheekbone, I got five stitches on my right eye.

I sat on the couch hugging myself, leaning my head against my drawn up knees watching my siblings sleeping around me.

I'm turning my head trying to see everybody, and I had this weird memory of being in college and raising, raising money for the flood victims of Bangladesh, and then I look over and my anesthesiologist is clamping the mask on me, and I think,

It involved the use of a bar with a plumb line, attached to a wooden handle.

And then the minute it came, it blew up in my head and bashed in my heart something different.

Wallenberg was a hero who saved the lives of many Jews in my home city of Budapest by establishing Swedish safe houses.

It s just in my mind I know, it s a low probability that just happens, he reasons.

There is an armed thug in my head and my happy thoughts are littered with bombs. A thousand checkpoints and snipers stop memories from flowing.

Given the brutality of the apartheid era, that would have never worked in my homeland.

And said O my Lord , my bones decay , my head is white and hoary , yet in calling You , O Lord , I have never been deprived .

He submitted , O my Lord my bones have become weak and old age shines forth from my head , and O my Lord , I have never been disappointed in my prayer to you .

saying , ' O my Lord , behold the bones within me are feeble and my head is all aflame with hoariness . And in calling on Thee , my Lord , I have never been hitherto unprosperous .

He said O my Lord ! verily the bones of me have waxen feeble , and the head is glistening with hoariness , and have not yet been in my prayer to thee , my Lord , unblest .

Saying My Lord ! Indeed my bones have grown feeble , and grey hair has spread on my head , And I have never been unblest in my invocation to You , O my Lord !

He said , My Lord , my bones have become feeble , and my hair is aflame with gray , and never , Lord , have I been disappointed in my prayer to you .

He said Lord ! My bones have grown feeble and my head is glistening with age yet , never have my prayers to You , my Lord , been unfruitful .

Saying My Lord ! Lo ! the bones of me wax feeble and my head is shining with grey hair , and I have never been unblest in prayer to Thee , my Lord .

He said , My Lord ! Indeed my bones have become feeble , and my head has turned white with age , yet never have I , my Lord , been disappointed in supplicating You !

saying ' O my Lord , my bones are enfeebled , and my head glows silver with age . Yet , never Lord , have I been unblessed in prayer to You .

He said , My Lord , indeed my bones have weakened , and my head has filled with white , and never have I been in my supplication to You , my Lord , unhappy .

and said , My Lord , my bones have become feeble and my hair has turned white with age . Yet I have never been deprived in receiving from You the answer to my prayers .

He said My Lord ! surely my bones are weakened and my head flares with hoariness , and , my Lord ! I have never been unsuccessful in my prayer to Thee