Quotes About Hair

Here's no way I'm going to Jersey without my hair gel, can't leave without my gel.

All the action adventure girls have red hair," he said. "Whenever it is an independent girl, not a sidekick person, when she has her own mind or does as good as the guys, she has red hair.

When I was in my early 20s, I had my hair permed. Bad idea! It turned into total frizz. My advice to women is, if you have nice hair already, don't get a perm, leave your hair alone!

I have always thought that if women's hair posed so many problems, God would certainly have made us bald.

Anyway, that's how it is! Either they obey the law, or they're expelled!! And make sure they wear their veils correctly..." - "If hair is as stimulating as you say, then you need to shave your moustache!" My father actually said that.

Annie has brown hair and brown eyes. And she smiles a lot. I would like Annie if I liked girls.

I]t was the way The ruined moonlight fell across her hair, It was that, and it was more. — Mark Strand, from section II of "What It Was," Blizzard of One: Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 1998)

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

If someone loves sweet things and constantly eats angel´s hair tartlets should this be diagnosed as having some sort of heavenly trichotillomania?

I'd love to kiss you, but I just washed my hair.

If truth is beauty, how come no one has their hair done in the library?

A girl is whole by all means.. not a toy by any means...underneath her hair and make-up there is sign that says: handle with care.

The hair is the richest ornament of women. Of old, virgins used to wear it loose, except when they were in mourning.

Television excites me because it seems to be the last stamping ground of poetry, the last place where I hear women's hair rhapsodically described, women's faces acclaimed in odelike language.

She has brown hair, and speaks small like a woman.

Have you seen their teeny beards? I had more hair when I was born!

When I left, Ethan was planning an assault on the wine cellar to fetch up some of Henr...er... your fine reserves. Veronica's hair finally toppled over, and when she lifted a hand to straighten it, her breast popped out, which caused the Reverend Podd to topple over.

Slim and neatly groomed, he looked like a really sexy mathematician unaware that he was a prime number. I wanted to unbutton his shirt, muss his hair, and exclaim, "Good heavens, Professor Dracula, you're stunning!

You, Jerimiah or Sunshine or whatever your dumb name is, didn't get into a fender bender because Mercury is in retrograde. It's because you're a fucking idiot who didn't look where you were going before merging lanes. This or that isn't a sign that you're destined to do whatever. There are no signs. Just life. Go cut your hair, wash your face, and shut your bloody mouth.

I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic's. His hair was perfect.

Love is all around you, love is there in you laughter, in your hair, love flows everywhere. Love is older than you but the light shining through makes me see your love is all new.

My husband said he wanted to have a relationship with a redhead, so I dyed my hair.

I stopped and stared at Rafe. Inspected him. His shoulders. His wind-tosses hair. The rigid line of his jaw. The redness of the blood trickling down his cheek. His half-parted lips. I swallowed to quell the tremor in my throat. "I should like to inspect you...before our wedding day.

Don't men in the South have gray hair? she asked. Yes, but their mothers are blonde.