At the end of the day, no one asks a woman, ‘Do you need a neck rub? Do you need a drink, honey?’
A sweater around your neck is always a great idea.
Look at Willis McGahee. Perfect example. Totally shredded knee. Comes back and gets picked in the first round. It’s pretty hard to have a career-ender, unless I have a neck thing. But either way, I know I’m insured.
Summer in Seoul is full of thick heat that clings to your neck, the back of your knees.
Ambition devours gold and drinks blood and climbs so high by other men’s heads, that at the length in the fall, it breaks its own neck; therefore, it is better to live in humble content than in high care and trouble.
A man should definitely own a couple of blue denims, white crew neck T-shirt, a versatile blazer, comfortable pair of boxers, and coloured sneakers.
What I always do is go with the stories that put up the hair on the back of my neck or make me cry or make me laugh.
I don’t wanna play like that anymore: Widdle, widdle, widdle, up and down the neck as fast as possible.
A lot of people think Formula One isn’t a sport because everyone drives a car when they go to work in the morning. But we’re pulling up to six G on a corner or during breaking, which is almost like being a fighter pilot. So we have to do a lot of work on our neck muscles.
Constant slumping increases the stress on the spine and joints, and can lead to headaches, neck and shoulder tension, and lower-back pain.
I keep guitars that are, you know, the neck’s a little bit bent and it’s a little bit out of tune. I want to work and battle it and conquer it and make it express whatever attitude I have at that moment. I want it to be a struggle.
Even though ‘SmackDown’ has been kind of like the Internet darling, I believe that if they had three hours instead of two, they would find out that it’s tough to be a darling when you’ve got that massive three-hour anchor around your neck.
Unfortunately, you cannot let your neck be kind of cut as a gesture for your neighbor, even if it’s a good neighbor.
I’d rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck.
I was living in my truck, bouncing in bars – a 20-year-old kid trying to break up all these red neck fights. But hey, I did what I had to do to survive.
I remember doing a comedy show with Jim Carrey once, and he was out there with his foot behind his neck and rubbing his face with it.
In my boyhood, cattle-raising ran almost neck and neck with grain-raising. In my secluded little valley in the Suisun Hills, the rodeo was the most exhilarating spectacle in the round year.
I’m really happy that I’ve got the Champions League medal around my neck and the trophy sat by my side.
You never learn everything on that guitar neck.
For a long time, I had this constant feeling that I just wanted to look behind me. The hairs on my neck were standing up all the time, I didn’t know where was safe.
A friend of mine has a big farm in the desert, and she picks up feathers and roadkill for me, then makes it into clothes. I think it’s cool to wear roadkill. If I died and somebody wanted to wear my teeth around their neck to VMAs, I’d feel honored.
I enjoy being outdoors, hanging out with friends, and maybe snapping the neck off a couple of beers.
The roots that weave up my right arm and onto my neck are my way of connecting with the earth: the earth’s roots carry water like a human’s veins carry blood.
The sitar is a really difficult instrument to play. Physically it’s taxing because of the cross-legged sitting position, the length of the neck on the shoulder, the thinness of the strings. There’s a lot of pain, especially at the start.
I hate the feeling of having hair on my neck.
No man can put a chain about the ankle of his fellow man without at last finding the other end fastened about his own neck.
When it comes to sitting down and composing, there is no hesitation, no concern, no critics breathing fire down my neck. For me, writing a song is the purest part of all. No one can mess with that.
I met Richard Burton, an RAF cadet on a two-term course. I would have flirted more enthusiastically if it had not been for the horrid boils on the back of his neck.
Being hummed at by someone with magic hands while they knead your neck is good for the soul, but it won’t make you giggle for days afterwards. In fact, the second the smiley therapist stops and says, ‘You can put your robe on now, the hour is up,’ the joy and wonder sort of leaves the room.
I couldn’t not play a Les Paul guitar. Les always used to point to my Strat and say, ‘Why do you have that piece of crap around your neck?’ I’d say, ‘Yours are too heavy. I had to drill holes in it.’
It must have been the fall of 1952 when my father returned to London sporting a neck tie emblazoned with the words ‘I Like Ike.’
‘Redneck’ has been terribly abused as a term. Where I come from, a redneck was a farmer who worked the fields all day and got his neck sunburned. People made fun of them.
I had reconstructive pectoral surgery, I had a cervical neck fusion and a scope, and the scope was the toughest.
They put me in a whole body suit, from my neck to my ankles. It was so bad, I couldn’t straighten my legs.
When we did ‘Endgame,’ we were all hunched over and making the craziest sounds. Then I graduated and went right into auditioning for ‘Gossip Girl’ and things like that, where, as an actress, you’re required to act from the neck up and, from the neck down. It’s a presentation of your birthday-suit self.
When I trade, I don’t have an agency problem; I have my neck on the line. When a bank or banker trades, it’s not his neck on the line.
I’ve had two neck surgeries, a back surgery, three knee surgeries, eye surgery, but I keep bouncing back. I won’t go away – kind of like a virus. I don’t go away. I keep coming back stronger and stronger. I’m contagious.
I was actually in an iron lung for about a year, and then I was paralysed from the neck down for another year after that. So I spent a lotta time just lying down as a kid. And some of my earliest memories from then are of listening to the radio.
Jesus is a half-naked guy, hanging, nailed to a cross, and then people wear that around their neck, and then those are the people that are upset about violence in movies.
A caveman took a shell, and maybe it had a hole in it, or maybe he put a hole in it, and he put it on a piece of a tail of a donkey or a dinosaur or something and gave it to the cavewoman. She put it around her neck – the first jewel.
Sometimes I feel my arm is like a swan’s neck – so weak.
Just a look at the face of the officer kneeling on George Floyd’s neck is indicative of the cause behind what he was doing. His face showed no concern.
I like when my face tingles, when the hair on the back of my neck stands up.
When people ask me if Dean Martin drank, let me put it this way. If Dracula bit Dean in the neck, he’d get a Bloody Mary.
That was the – It was an exciting time because it was as though I was sort of tied up in a paper bag or in a gunny sack with a rope around the neck of it, and all of a sudden with the acceptance of that first book everything sort of spilled out!
The hairs stand up on the back of my neck at certain music.
I’m riddled with cynicism. Whenever anyone says ‘trust me,’ the hairs go up on the back of my neck.
I’ve had 10 major operations. Four back surgeries. A hip replacement. A broken neck… But I consider myself lucky. I keep thinking after all these surgeries, my luck is going to run out.
I’m not one of these people who likes to do as little as possible. I really do feel the hot breath of time on the back of my neck these days. And there are certain things I want to do before my time is up.
The more you stick your neck out, the more people are going to take a swing at you when things go bad.
When you’re with another actor who’s also been through five hours of prosthetic makeup, and you’re eating another person’s neck, and fake blood is being spurted out at you for two minutes, it’s incredibly fun, and you’re in character for that time. You can’t really believe that that’s your job.
You break her heart, I’ll break your neck.
Heavy metal to me is this cartoon idiom where people have their hair stuck-up all over the place dyed blonde with black roots showing through and Spandex trousers and chains around their neck, eating raw meat on stage. It just doesn’t mean anything to me.
Well as giraffes say, you don’t get no leaves unless you stick your neck out.
I’ve got a great staff and great support system, and I’m going to stick my neck out and do what I always do.
People will take a picture of themselves and start looking at themselves and decide their neck looks weird. They see a celebrity selfie and wonder how she looks so good, and why her lips look so big.
Well I just figure any man who risks his neck to save a dog’s life isn’t going to kill someone for gold teeth.
It’s been really fun to see with each album when I change to see the fans of the show emulate my style and with the first record a lot of the kids in the crowd were wearing neck ties like I was and now you’ll see a lot of girls with pink hair. It’s cool, it’s actually really neat.
I always had boyfriends, but I never imagined a proposal or a wedding. To me, that was like having a ball and chain round your neck.
