Quotes About Hair

The beauty of having short hair is that I actually can wash and style it at home!

Chill, sister golden hair." -Brian

For reasons he couldn't understand a sadness came over him and it was then he saw the girl standing on the other side of the dirt road, her eyes pools of absolute sorrow, her light brown hair glowing in the splinters of sunlight that forced their way through the trees.

pleasant morning in Dublin getting her hair and nails done, she was stuck

It is not white hair that engenders wisdom.

Modern perception imagines Washington as a grey-haired old man leading troops into battle, when in fact he pulled his dark red hair (he never wore a wig) pulled back into a queue and powdered it white during the Revolution.

elaborately-simple beautifully conceived clothes. The face itself was sufficient to place her within ten square miles of the world's surface. Only one capital city could produce that deepest of dark brown hair, with high-lights of black, that white neck solidly angled to the shoulders, yet too well-proportioned to seem thick: Siamese cat's eyes of very light blue, which were so rarely

the beautiful Joann with the flaming red hair.

Yes! It's real! See? Real hair attached to my own, personal head." "Oh god." "What is wrong with you?" He grovelled to the other side of the desk. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I must be having another attack." "Another attack! Of what? Do you want me to call an ambulance?

Fairness is a hair colour not something to be balanced on a set of scales.

She treated her father with some lightness, even irony, and in at least one television interview she made fun of his comb-over. She often described the mechanics behind it to friends: an absolutely clean pate—a contained island after scalp reduction surgery—surrounded by a furry circle of hair around the sides and front, from which all ends are drawn up to meet in the center and then swept back and secured by a stiffening spray.

I keep my red-brown hair bristle short so it doesn't curl. Put it on top of a face full of freckles and a nose that isn't exactly small, I don't think I have career options in TV.

I don't think it's true that blondes have more fun... Trust me, it is not true!

the commodification of Asian hair,

this isn't the land of appropriate—this is Hollywood, baby. Out here, a dark-skinned woman's traditional hair color is honey blond. A hip white woman's natural hair is gray-lavender.

Golden Boy said, stepping to like some sort of bulldog. He had to be Schoolmarm's brother—same grey-green eyes, same hair caught between blond and brown. The asshole didn't have the first clue how to handle a nail gun, that was clear. And from one quick look in the back room, a circular saw was beyond

My head was so light. Wind sang through the field grass. The same wind brushed hair off my face, soft as my mother's hand, and when the falling snow started to clump into flakes, each thick flake came down with the love of a frozen kiss, like somebody was saving up, freezing their warm love for later.

her newly coiffed hair now jutting from her head like feathers on a badly plucked chicken.

The leader gives me another hard stare. He's not very old, but he's going bald. His wispy pale hair looks like it's trying to get as far away as it can from his angry face.

Uzundur denizin gecesi uzundur karas? denizin yaln?zca bir kez Musa için k?z?l saçlar?n? ikiye ay?ran dalgalar en uzun hat?ras? bir daha avunmaz suyun bir daha geçilmez denizin

Fern's hair was another source of embarrassment for the Drudgers.

Are your eyelashes like your hair?" "Yes. They're very beautiful—want to see?" Her lips twitched. "Vanity is a sin,Bluebell." "When you have it, flaunt it, I say." -Elena and Illium

Ransom thought her girly tendencies the funniest thing ever, constantly teased her over them, but the last time he'd opened his big mouth, she'd gotten her own back by pointing out that his long black hair sure did look well conditioned.

Du musst dir die Haare schneiden lassen", murmelte Sascha. Er küsste sie nocheinmal und lächelte. "Ich fürchte mich vor Scheren." "Ausflüchte." Sie strich über Lucas Haar. "Du stellst dich genauso verrückt wie die Mädchen an, wenn es um dein Haar geht." "Erwischt." Eine warme, liebevolle Hand auf ihrem Bauch. "Was macht der Rockstar?" "Getöse, wie immer.