Quotes About Hair

She was a tiny woman of Oriental extraction, her skin fine and pale, her granite-colored hair worn in a long braid curled up at the back of her head and held with a pair of jade combs.

And believe me, next to sex, washing and styling a woman's hair is about as intimate as you can get with her.

Ruby was the proud owner of The Best Little Hairhouse in Texas.

The woman who opens the door has a blue stain on her shirt and dark hair wound into a messy knot and the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. They're pale, like a lioness's, nearly golden, but they also look like they've done their fair share of crying, and we all know that a sky with clouds in it is much more interesting than one that doesn't have any.

There is a certain type of greasy hair that you get only when you are writing with no breaks.

My hair is being all weird too. I guess my hair doesn't have enough sleep too...

Soldiers and marines crowded the tables, rifles under their stools, hair cropped close by sadistic military barbers intent on revealing the contours of their skulls for some nefarious phrenological purpose.

And her hair was a folded flower And the quiet of love in her feet.

At the Christmas party, the secretary with the long red hair ate three pickles, and four salesmen panicked.

I understand how important hair is to a woman's self-esteem and confidence.

You don't know your father, do you?"I shook my head. "No. All I know is he must have had wicked cool hair."Dimitri glanced up, and his eyes swept me. "Yes. He must have.

... And the boy whose hair remained the color of lemons forever.

I don't want to help, I want to hinder. I adore your hair, I like to see it loose.

The second bathroom's downstairs - that's kind of the emergency backup bathroom when Shane's in there moussing his hair for like an hour or something.... Bite me! Shane yelled from behind the closed door.

Cinderella! Dov cried. Let down your hair!

She turned to him, shook her head. Her black hair tossed, and the beams of the late-afternoon sunlight played upon it, sending brief ripples of red and green and blue through it the same way that light, shimmering on the black surface of oil, creates short-lived, wriggling rainbows.

In the early twentieth century it had been used to remove the hair of children with scalp infections, such as ringworm, so that doctors could see and treat the fungus. But that practice had been abandoned when too many of the toddlers died.

It's only that ye looked so beautiful, wi' the fire on your face, and your hair waving in the wind. I wanted to remember it.

The overseer wouldna speak to me of Ian, but he told me other things that would curl your hair, if it wasna already curled up like sheep's wool. He glanced at me, and a half-smile lit his face, inspite of his obvious perturbation. Judging by the state of your hair, Sassenach, I should say that it's going to rain verra soon now.

Ïf ye've ever the privelege of seeing a woman in her skin, gentlemen,he said, looking over his shoulder toward the door and lowering his voice confidentially, ÿe'll observe that the hair there grows in the shape of an arrow - pointing the way, ye ken, so as a poor ignorant man can find his way safe home.

You've not been sleeping proper," Byrd said accusingly. "I can tell. You've been a-wallowing on your pillow; your hair's a right rat's nest!" "I do apologize, Tom," Grey said politely. "Perhaps I should sleep upright in a chair, in order to make your work easier?" (Haunted Soldier)

I'm not entirely sure the Scots realize they lost that one," I interrupted, sitting up and trying to subdue my hair. "I distinctly heard the barman at that pub last night refer to us as Sassenachs." "Well, why not?" said Frank equably. "It only means 'Englishman,' after all, or at worst, 'outlander,' and we're all of that.

Grey's hair was like his mother's—fair, thick and slightly wavy, prone to disorder unless tightly constrained, which it always would be, if Tom Byrd was given his way.

I canna think why the good Lord should waste hair like that on a man.