Quotes About Disheveled

I felt, if not outright dirty, at least a bit - dusty.

His hands were shaking and his face was twitching. He looked a wreck of a man.

His hair had clearly been up all night having adventures without him.

damp and messy ponytail.

His clothes looked as if they had cost a great deal of money and had been slept in. (Guns at Cyrano's)

Lena's hair was sticking out in about fifteen directions, and her eyes were all small and puffy from crying. So this was what girls looked like in the morning. I had never seen one, not up close.

This man dresses like an unmade bed.

The roof of the front porch of the house is covered, for some reason, with moss, and also, on one side, with wisteria, which gives the house a sort of raffish Veronica Lake look, a disheveled charm.

He looks like he sucked the bottle dry about three in the morning and then stayed awake another hour or two to whistle into it.

my digs look as if they've been dug

Short, dark, and slight, he looks simultaneously middle-aged and prepubescent, a little worse for wear in any case with his black hair matted like a street cat and his eyes crusted over and bleary.

My hair looked like I had combed it with an angry cat.

John glanced around, half expecting to see a disheveled Dave pulling himself up from some spot on the floor. He'd be squinting, his hair matted down, looking like he'd just been shit out of a dinosaur.

Susan always claimed that when I ate a sub I looked like I'd fought with it.

An aftertaste in my mouth, disheveled hair, sticky eyes and other morning inconveniences strongly affect my perceptive faculties.

I'm way too disorganized.

He'd forgotten just how beautiful she was. She was wearing a plain gown the color of weak, milky tea, largely covered by a black apron. There was a smudge of dirt across her cheek, and her gilded curls were an untamed riot with a cobweb draped across one side. She was exquisite.

she wouldn't offer this girl any drugs. Linda's uptight too, but in a disheveled way. Her wires are crossed and split and her energy flow is a mess. Psychedelics would just loosen her death grip on normalcy, and seconds later she'd be screaming, naked, in the street.

Her hair was a tangle. Her filthy clothes would make any self-respecting debutante shriek in horror. Dirt streaked her piquant face. And still he thought she was utterly irresistible. He was in a bad way indeed. Several

She was bewitching. Even now when she conceded little more than she had when he'd kissed her last night. She quivered under his hands. He still wasn't sure whether she was excited or frightened. He'd read both curiosity and dread in her pansy eyes. Her thick tortoiseshell hair tickled his fingers. After her wild ride, she looked enchantingly disheveled. It made him contemplate other wild rides he'd like to take with her.

Today the man looked a bit . . . chewed. No, humans wouldn't say "chewed." Frazzled. Was that the human equivalent?

The hobo wore old black shoes that also looked like they were too big for him, but that might have been because he wasn't wearing any socks.

You look like you were chewed up by a wolf and shit down the wrong side of the mountain. What's wrong?

He looks like a man who has nits and worms at the same time.