Quotes About Hair

her hair pulled back in one of those tremendous preppy bows from the Talbots catalogue.

The long drive to work gave me time to apply my makeup in the car and for my hair to air dry, providing it wasn't humid enough to give me the frizzies.

I got out of the shower and looked in the mirror, wet hair plastered against my forehead, a grin on my face. My plan had worked! I had my perfect alibi for a perfect crime.

Mosquitos prefer to bite children rather than adults - and prefer blondes to brunettes!

I have one promise I can make you, Kate." He reached for her hair, coiled some of it around his hand, and used it to pull her toward him. "What's that?" she whispered breathlessly. Not so cocky now. "You're going to enjoy this.

A thin spider web of sweat draped itself over his forehead, spreading into his hair.

Somewhere in that vast tapestry of interwoven odors, Angel was sure he could smell the dead. Not their bodies, but their souls. His newest theory was that the dead came as ghosts in sudden finger-thin wafts of perfume or cigarette or hair's sweet soap scents when it was drying in the sun…

A fine head of hair adds beauty to a good face, and terror to an ugly one.

The poet with hair down his shoulders, whom the streets call after on his way, is endued with a kind of daring that many a brave general might envy.

Several types of skin rash and hair loss have psychological causes.

I always thought you were someone things happened to." "What sorts of things?" "You know. I thought you led a life of risk and adventure." She shrugged. "Here's what I know: People will think that, if you have a certain kind of hair.

No veo otro camino para que los peluqueros invadieran, como tanto lo han deseado, el oficio de aquéllos (los zapateros), logrando hacer brillar su arte en ambos extremos anatómicos. Por otra parte, el peinado es una manera de pensar por fuera de la cabeza, por lo que debieran sentirse orgullosos los artesanos que tomando la navaja al dejar las tijeras, nos tienen tan acobardados y sitiados como para despojarnos de nuestro cabello sin protesta ni intento de fuga

You're old. You're senile. You're too calm about this. Something must be wrong…" "Wonderful. I'll pull out my hair and chase butterflies around the room.

It was the eyes, the cold black eyes with layers of black wrinkles around them. Great eyes. Unforgettable eyes. His hair was white and thin on top with thickets around the ears, and the whiteness contrasted sharply with the rest of his face. When he spoke, the eyes narrowed and the black pupils glowed fiercely. Sinister eyes. Knowing eyes.

The powerful wind swept his hair away from his face; he leaned his chest into the wind, as if he stood on the deck of a ship heading into the wind, slicing through the waves of an ocean he'd not yet seen.

he smoked so much marijuana that his hair smelled like a cupboard crammed with oregano;

Most of the new recruits were on their way to Fort Huachuca; their hair was cut so short, you could see scabs from the razor nicks—most of them who were assigned to Fort Huachuca would probably be on orders to Vietnam soon. "They look like babies," I said to Owen. "BABIES FIGHT THE WARS," said Owen Meany

Miró agradecido la nuca de Myrna, la cola de caballo que golpeaba inocente sus rodillas. Gratamente. Qué irónico, pensó Ignatius. Y, tomando la cola de caballo con una de sus manazas, la apretó cálidamente contra su húmedo bigote.

When a woman ceases to alter the fashion of her hair, you guess that she has passed the crisis of her experience.

El pelo le centelleaba como agua vertida sobre bronce pulido.

The dying light was in his hair, and his face was sweet with evening.

Hair lit like honey in the sun, and within it, glints of gold - the circlet of a prince.

ending ache of love and sorrow. Perhaps in some other life I could have refused, could have torn my hair and screamed,

Îmi aranjez p?rul ?i, potrivindu-mi sari-ul, un cântec a început s? murmure în mine: "am nectar în inim?, îl dore?ti?