Quotes About Hair

Wearing a hat implies that you are bald if you are a man and that your hair is dirty if you are a woman.

I don't wanna join the Hair Club For Men or anything.

I worked a lot with Mark Frankel, and he was really just an incredibly tender soul. He liked his hair just so and his suit. He was a good-looking man, and he cared about looking together.

The method preferred by most balding men for making themselves look silly is called the comb over.

hopes dance best on bald men's hair

Once, I cut off a man's head, but he did not know it until he tried to brush his hair. Then it fell off.

I have never known courage to be judged by the length of a man's hair. Or, for the matter of that, whether he has any hair at all.

I'm very hairy, and men in film and TV are no longer allowed to be hairy.

I notice that most of the men who tease me about my hair, don't have any.

I love seeing my mom and my daughter embrace their natural hair. I'm glad I've embraced it, too.

My mom was a medical photographer, but on the side, she did a before-and-after glam photography business in the house. She would do makeup and hair - and I was her assistant.

Remember her hair in the morning before it was pinned, black, rampant, savage with loveliness. As if she slept in perpetual storm.

Morning found us unaware, noon burn gold into our hair, at night we swim the laughin sea, where will we be?

There is joy in all: in the hair I brush each morning, in the Cannon towel, newly washed, that I rub my body with each morning.

She's as fetching as brown hair done up with ribbons blue The mountain, my lady She's as sweet as pink flowers made bright with morning dew, Mount Eskel, my lady

As an actor, it's more interesting to play a nerd than anything else. It's a lot more fun - you don't worry about 'what's my hair like?' in the morning or 'which is my great angle?

I recorded my hair this morning, tonight I'm watching the highlights.

Dorothy scratched her dark head, yawning wide, and white feathers floated out of her hair.

My daughter teases me once in a while saying, Remember when you used to be my mother and you had black hair?

Her other mother smiled brightly and the hair on her head drifted like plants under the sea.

My mum is about five foot with her hair done. Without it she's about four foot 10.

WANTED: DEAD OR ALIVE: RAPUNZEL For horse thieving, kidnapping, jail breaking, and using her hair in a manner other than nature intended! REWARD

Water purling between the rocks, weed under the surface like green hair in the wind.

Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.