Quotes About Curls

I generally like to wear my hair down, preferably with soft curls. But when I'm having a bad hair day, I like to wear my hair in French braids or fishtail braids.

I love being natural. I never feel more beautiful then after I've been to the beach and my hair's just a crazy mess of salt curls, or when I've just been outside all day hiking.

She wears the braid every day and always, by lunchtime, the curls and ringlets of her thick mane have managed to escape in rebellious little tendrils. But she refuses to surrender to that hair of hers, and every morning, it goes back into the braid.

There's an old saying about curls and being bad. He groaned, bringing her hand to his mouth before settling into the driver's seat. Grand-mere used to quote that to me. I don't have curls. I have waves. Wavy hair is much manlier.

I really am super lazy and doing long hair, especially mine, is a big pain in the butt. It's filled with cowlicks and kinks and curls and frizz - and it was taking too much time in the morning.

Carry your heart and your curls, and nothing more but your fingers.

Wide grey eyes and a mop of red-gold curls, a charming sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her nose—there is a limit, within the canons, of the number allowable for beauty.

I used to go to the Hollywood YMCA when I first came here, and I was standing in front of the mirror doing curls, and I noticed this guy next to me also doing curls. He was grimacing a lot, and I noticed he had an underbite. I looked more closely and realized it was Bruce Springsteen.

I think the key to beautiful, frizz-free curls in the summer is to keep hair healthy. It's really the strength of your hair that causes frizz, not humidity, so it's really important to me that I keep my curls strong and moisturized to protect my hair from breakage and frizz. It definitely gives my whole summer look a new life!

Every woman, even the most respectable, had roses blooming under glass; lips cut with a knife; curls of Indian ink; there was design, art, everywhere; a change of some sort had undoubtedly taken place.

I never saw such curls—how could I, for there never were such curls!—as those she shook out to hide her blushes.

He foresaw his pale body reclined in it at full, naked, in a womb of warmth, oiled by scented melting soap, softly laved. He saw his trunk and limbs riprippled over and sustained, buoyed lightly upward, lemonyellow: his navel, bud of flesh: and saw the dark tangled curls of his bush floating, floating hair of the stream around the limp father of thousands, a languid floating flower.

Hi, Max, she said, pushing her shades up onto her curls. I hope your wearing sunscreen, i said, "your gonna have hella wrinkles by the time your ten." "Want some daiquiri?" she offered, pointing at a blender. "Is it traitor flavored?" I asked.

I hope you hair curls naturally, does it? Yes, darling, with a little help from others.

Just then another fairy fluttered down the path. Kirsty and Rachel recognized the strawberry curls and shimmering blue vest right away — it was Polly the Party Fun Fairy! "I'm here to organize the picnic party games," Polly explained, "but they keep going wrong! The donkey for Pin the Tail on the Donkey wandered away. Even the balloons have gone flat.

Michael used to draw self-portraits with nightmares hidden in his curls.

One time he showed me a picture of the band. It was the picture from the CD box. One of the musicians in the picture, he had a lot of hair. It was black with tight curls and it sat on the top of his head like a heavy weight and it went right down the back of his neck to his shoulders. I understand fashion in your language, but this hair did not look like fashion, I am telling you, it looked like a punishment.

For a moment, Cardan just stares at me with stupid, crow-black eyes. Then one corner of his mouth curls. "Oh," he says. "You're going to regret doing that.

Gabe turned his head to look up at her. The moon came through the skylight and backlit Chloe's short blonde curls, making her look angelically lovely. Too bad she was insane.

He was leaning on his desk, chin in his hands, staring at me. "There are shocks," I said precisely, smoothing back my damp curls and giving him an eyeball, "and then there are shocks. If you know what I mean." He looked surprised; then a flicker of understanding came into his expression.

Marlys was a sturdy woman in her fifties, white curls clinging to her scalp like vanilla frosting. She wore rimless glasses, a homemade red-checked gingham dress, and low-topped Nikes. Short-nosed and pale, she had a small pink mouth that habitually pursed in thought, or disapproval.

Bob Davis has his hair differently this year, short with curls like Randy Jones wears. I think you call it a Frisbee.

Since he wasn't part of the Psy race's armed forces, she thought it was because he had curls; Psy hated anything that was out of control.