Bobblehead Quotes

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Closing his eyes, he sent up a prayer to anyone who was listening, asking please, for God's sake, stop sending him signals that they were right for each other. He'd read that book, seen the movie, bought the soundtrack, the DVD, the T-shirt, the mug, the bobble-head, and the insider's guide. He knew every reason they could have been lock and key. But just as he was aware of all that aligned them, he was even clearer on how they were damned to be ever apart.
J.R. Ward (Lover Mine (Black Dagger Brotherhood, #8))
Roberto nodded like a bobblehead doll on speed.’ (Carlos)
Sherrilyn Kenyon (Whispered Lies (B.A.D. Agency, #3))
Is this what you needed?” I grit out, enunciating my words with a sharp thrust. “You needed me to fuck this sweet little pussy, didn’t you?” “Ungg, yes!” she pants, nodding her head like a bobblehead. “Is this what you fantasized about every time you touched your pussy, wishing it was me?” Another garbled ‘yes’ comes from her throat. “But it feels so much better,” she gasps. “You feel so fucking perfect, baby,” I groan.
H.D. Carlton (Shallow River)
A pall fell over the room. A black shroud of disease and deathbeds and all the worst things from all the worst places. This mutant world, a tragic portmanteau, the unnatural marriage of two roots as different as could be. 'And do you, Ability take Vitriol to be your lawfully wedded suffix?' I wanted to scream objections to the unholy matrimony, but nothing came out. My mouth was clammy and dry, full of sand. Dr. Wilson smiled on, rambling about the benefits of Abilitol while my father nodded like a toy bobblehead immune to the deepening shadow in the room. As they spoke, I caught my mother's eye. I could tell by her face that she felt the deepening shadow too. Neither of us smiled. Neither of us spoke. We felt the shadow together.
David Arnold (Mosquitoland)
Countries are run by corporations, and they have been for some time. Your elected leaders are nothing more than bobble-heads that nod to the whims of their corporate masters, and it is the vast number of warring corporate entities with their armies of lobbyists that has brought your democratic governments to a standstill.
John Lyman (God's Lions - The Dark Ruin)
Ava, why don’t you ring this gentleman up for the Richard Argus moonlight piece?” She looked uneasy. “But—” “Now.” My smile cut across my face with the precision of a honed knife. “Careful with the tone, Fred. Ava is your best employee. You wouldn’t want to alienate her or any customers who value her opinion very highly, would you?” He blinked, his eyes darting around as his tiny brain struggled to process the not-so-subtle threat behind my words. “N-no, of course not,” Fred stuttered. “In fact, Ava, you stay right here with this gentleman. I’ll pack the piece myself.” “But she’ll get the commission.” I arched an eyebrow. “Yes.” The manager nodded so fast he resembled a bobblehead doll. “Of course.
Ana Huang (Twisted Love (Twisted, #1))
I'd rather be a nodding acquaintance, than a bobble head
Josh Stern (And That's Why I'm Single: What Good Is Having A Lucky Horseshoe Up Your Butt When The Horse Is Still Attached?)
This is a time in baseball when steroids have become a pretty big deal. On our team, you got Barry Bonds, who is hitting home runs like a mortar barrage, and whose head has grown to a size where when they make his promotional bobble-head, they just do the whole thing to scale, while across the bay in Oakland, Mark McGwire now has forearms like Popeye and will only speak in dialects of horse, and they’re keeping José Canseco chained to a post under the ballpark and throwing him raw meat until right before game time, so the league is starting to get sensitive about it.
Christopher Moore (Secondhand Souls (Grim Reaper, #2))
Closing his eyes, he sent up a prayer to anyone who was listening, asking please, for God’s sake, stop sending him signals that they were right for each other. He’d read that book, seen the movie, bought the sound track, the DVD, the T-shirt, the mug, the bobble-head, and the insider’s guide. He knew every reason they could have been lock and key.
J.R. Ward (Lover Mine (Black Dagger Brotherhood, #8))
Bobby wrote, “the Big Tech, Big Data, Big Pharma, Big Carbon and Chemical-Industrial Food plutocrats and their allies in the Military Industrial Complex and Intelligence Apparatus now control our government. These plutocrats have twisted the language of democracy, equity and free markets to transform our exemplary democracy into a corrupt system of corporate crony capitalism. The tragic outcome for America has been a cushy socialism for the rich and a savage and bloody free market for the poor. America has devolved into a corporate kleptocracy addicted to a war economy abroad and a security and surveillance state at home. The upper echelons of the Democratic Party are now pro-censorship, pro-war neocons who wear woke bobbleheads to disguise and soften their belligerent totalitarian agendas for our country and the world.
Dick Russell (The Real RFK Jr.: Trials of a Truth Warrior)
Want my cock, Leo?” Day nodded his head yes like a bobble-head doll. “Say it.” God scrubbed his coarse beard over Day’s cheek until his lips were pressed against the base of his ear. Day felt the hot tongue lick around his lobe before pulling the sensitive flesh inside that sinful mouth. Day thrust his dick up, rubbing against God’s hard cock. “Fuck, Cash! Yes, I want your cock. All of it,” Leo practically yelled. God
A.E. Via (Nothing Special)
I never really liked the name Christian. I was told it meant “little Christ,” and as a thirteen-year-old, that sounded (at best) presumptuous and (at its basest) freakishly cocky beyond all measure. In all honesty I didn’t want to be a little Christ. It seemed both insulting to God and too much pressure for me. I didn’t want to be a souvenir of Jesus. I didn’t want to be His homeboy—a bobblehead version you buy at the gas station that cheapens the real deal. I wanted instead to be a follower of Christ. I’d heard that phrase bandied about and I thought it sounded accurate. And cool. I would vastly prefer to be an arrow pointing to the Great Question, rather than have someone mistake me for the answer.
Mark Steele (Christianish: What If We're Not Really Following Jesus at All?)
Gibson was never comfortable with the sentimentality of hanging around. He later sold his World Series trophy and NL MVP award from the 1988 season, and also his bat, jersey, and batting helmet from the at-bat that made him a Dodger legend. And when the Dodgers decided to do a Kirk Gibson bobblehead giveaway when the Diamondbacks came to L.A. in 2012, Gibson refused to be shown on the video board and tried to hide from the camera. “I think it’s totally ridiculous,” he said at the time.
Molly Knight (The Best Team Money Can Buy: The Los Angeles Dodgers' Wild Struggle to Build a Baseball Powerhouse)
ALBANY — State lawmakers can keep their outside jobs and hefty campaign contributions — but don’t even think of giving them a bobblehead. In the latest sign of Albany ethics madness, lawmakers on Thursday were forced to turn over Lou Gehrig bobblehead dolls given to them by the ALS Association this week because they’re deemed a violation of the Legislature’s gift ban.
Anonymous
I just have to figure out how to learn magick after living twenty-three years in the mundane darkness, decipher Mom’s cryptic prophecies before everyone freaking dies, steer clear of the bobbleheads, and—most importantly—convince my libido to run for the hills, batten down the hatches, and take cover, shoving Kirin, Baz, and Dr. Devane so far into the friend zone they’ll need to take a fucking bus just to say good morning to me. Yeah, I got this… Said no one, ever.
Sarah Piper (Spells of Iron & Bone (Tarot Academy #1))
best friend died.” My voice was barely a whisper, but she heard the truth of it. Her eyes flew impossibly wide, the blue even more startling against the sudden sheen of tears I saw gather there before she blinked them away. She glanced at the floor, and within a millisecond her spine straightened and she had walls up twelve feet high. She wasn’t just guarded. She was shut down. “And that’s why you’re here.” I nodded again, like I’d turned into a bobblehead since she walked in. “Say it. I need you to say the words.
Rebecca Yarros (The Last Letter)
It would never rain in the Metrodome, a heartbreaking knowledge that eventually broke my spirit.
Steve Rushin (The 34-Ton Bat: The Story of Baseball as Told Through Bobbleheads, Cracker Jacks, Jockstraps, Eye Black, and 375 Other Strange and Unforgettable Objects)
Juliette,” I called her name calmly. “What are you doing?” Dream whispered. Juliette brought her hand to her throat, fear obvious in her eyes. “It was a misunderstanding, Demon. I—” “Yeah, you definitely misunderstood.” I took a step closer to her. “You don’t discuss me. Ever. Understand?” She nodded so fast she looked like a damn bobblehead. “And this one right here…” Reaching out, I grabbed Dream’s hand. “Don’t ever say shit to her. When you see her, you don’t see her. Or else you gon’ have to see me.
Elle Kayson (Demon's Dream)
Chinese is a tonal language. Words spelled the same way mean different things when pronounced with one of the four different tones: the 1st stays level, the 2nd rises, the 3rd sinks and then rises, and the 4th falls. For example, the sentence “ma [1st] ma [4th] ma [3rd] ma [1st]?” means “Did mother curse the horse?” First-year Chinese students either use their heads or their index fingers to try to get the tones right: half the class looks like bobblehead dolls, the other like conductors of a Lilliputian orchestra. “Where?
Matthew Polly (American Shaolin: Flying Kicks, Buddhist Monks, and the Legend of Iron Crotch: An Odyssey in theNe w China)
I pick up a Prince bobblehead doll. It’s wearing a little purple suit. On
Matthew Norman (We're All Damaged)
Do you like my mom?” Mercy’s little voice chirped at his shoulder. Chad forced himself to ease back slowly as he looked at the little girl. Her eyes were bright with curiosity. “I like your mother very much. Is that okay?” She nodded her head up and down like a little bobble-head. “I told ‘ansom you liked her.” Grinning, he tugged on a chunk of her hair. “You think you’re a smarty-pants, huh?” She took off at a run, giggling.
J.M. Madden (Embattled Home (Lost and Found, #3))
Twist Your Lil’ Bobblehead Right Off
Faith Hunter (Dark Heir (Jane Yellowrock, #9))
In the guest room she snagged a little bobble-head donkey—given to her by her nieces—and a painted wooden brush that lay neatly on a mirrored tray that was set out for guests who never came. The bristles were free of hair, except for
Tanya Anne Crosby (The Things We Leave Behind)
Closing his eyes, he sent up a prayer to anyone who was listening, asking please, for God’s sake, stop sending him signals that they were right for each other. He’d read that book, seen the movie, bought the sound track, the DVD, the T-shirt, the mug, the bobble-head, and the insider’s guide. He knew every reason they could have been lock and key. But just as he was aware of all that aligned them, he was even clearer on how they were damned to be ever apart.
J.R. Ward (Lover Mine (Black Dagger Brotherhood, #8))
The medieval scholar, Bernard of Chartres, once complained that his contemporaries were dwarfs standing on the shoulders of (classical) giants. The babbling media bobbleheads of this age are nothing less than mites clinging to the noses of cross-eyed dwarfs.
David Gustafson
Just one more way they were compatible. Closing his eyes, he sent up a prayer to anyone who was listening, asking please, for God’s sake, stop sending him signals that they were right for each other. He’d read that book, seen the movie, bought the sound track, the DVD, the T-shirt, the mug, the bobble-head, and the insider’s guide. He knew every reason they could have been lock and key. But just as he was aware of all that aligned them, he was even clearer on how they were damned to be ever apart. “Are
J.R. Ward (Lover Mine (Black Dagger Brotherhood, #8))
And why did the women have to sit upstairs in the synagogue? They were prettier and smarter than the men. Those hirsute zealots who wrapped themselves in prayer shawls on the premier level, nodding up and down like bobbleheads and kissing a string up to some imaginary power who, if he did exist, despite all their begging and flattery, rewarded them with diabetes and acid reflux.
Woody Allen (Apropos of Nothing)
let me get this straight. There’s no scholarship. We’re not competing for ten thousand dollars. We’re competing for millions of dollars?” Melissa wondered if she should pinch herself. This sure didn’t seem like real life. She looked over at the doughnut counter. With a million dollars, she could buy them all. She could probably buy the whole coffee shop. “Yep.” Bondi nodded enthusiastically. Melissa stared at him. Bondi didn’t seem quite real, either, nodding like a bobblehead like that. “And let me get this straight. We’re not competing against each other. We’re competing against Smith and his sister? Enoch Ambrose’s kids?” Bobblehead Bondi nodded again. Melissa stared at him. “You must’ve heard wrong.” “No, it’s right! It’s totally right. If we can solve the clues, we inherit. We just need to figure out our invitations. Where we’re supposed to go, and when. That’s it.” “Oh, is that it? Well, great,” Melissa said. “What a cinch.” She snorted, then frowned. She didn’t usually snort in dreams. But this couldn’t be real. Could it? She turned and stared at Wilf, who was just sitting like a lump staring at them both. Melissa stuck out her arm. “Wilf? Would you do me a favor?
Emily Ecton (The Ambrose Deception)