“In the weak light of the lonely lamp, he held onto her, for a solid minute, his head buried in her neck… — Kendall Grey Copy Share Image
My head is buried in the sands of tomorrow, while my tail feathers are singed by the hot sun of today. — John Barrymore Copy Share Image
IF I cared, I'd draw you a map of your ass with an X marking the spot where your head is buried. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“leaving a chink through which Rose could reach to help build for Jamie a whole, hitherto unimagined future. Chapter four “The doctor… — Christina McKenna Copy Share Image
It's not put into his head to be buried. It's put into his head to be made useful. You hold your life… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
