We don’t point a pistol at our own forehead. That is not the way to conduct negotiations.

The spirit of arrogance most definitely makes you shine. It paints a bright red target on your own forehead.

I love when my cat crushes his forehead into mine like my skull is an empty beer can. But it’s not—there’s still a sip left.

My CountryI don’t have any caps left made back homeNor any shoes that trod your roadsI’ve worn out your last shirt quite long agoIt was of Sile clothNow you only remain in the whiteness of...

smile through your heart, your heart smile through your eye

Your wife is always right. Very simple. I think I’m going to get it tattooed on my forehead.

Every morning when I wake up, I kiss her forehead as symbol of gratitude and appreciation and she repays me back with a lovely smile.

Hold my hands; kiss my forehead, hug me and look in my eyes; maybe today is the last day you can do this.