Quotes About Hair

I used to wonder why I had hair on my legs, but now I know it's for my toddler sons and daughters to pull themselves up off the ground with as I scream in pain.

I have caressed a small child's hair, and in doing so, know there is a God.

Mr Witwould: "Pray, madam, do you pin up your hair with all your letters? I find I must keep copies." Mrs Millamant: "Only with those in verse.... I never pin up my hair with prose."

I've got feathers in my hair, I get down to beat poetry.

Mr Witwould: "Pray, madam, do you pin up your hair with all your letters? I find I must keep copies." Mrs Millamant: "Only with those in verse.... I never pin up my hair with prose."

O ay, letters - I had letters - I am persecuted with letters - I hate letters - nobody knows how to write letters; and yet one has 'em, one does not know why - they serve one to pin up one's hair.

The screen door opened, slapped loudly shut. An enormous woman had come onto the porch, a woman with a fierce turtle like face and wild frizzy carrot colored hair. She was wearing a bright yellow tent size dress with dark half moons of sweat fanning out from the armpits.

Her wavy, shoulder-length hair was the colour of polished mahogany.

Il continuait inlassablement à caresser les cheveux de Nathalie. Il les aimait tellement, il voulait les connaître un par un, savoir leur histoire et leur pensée. Il voulait partir en voyage dans ses cheveux...

Cars they sound like waves that are breaking On some distant shore I gazed so hard into the great aching sky It seemed that I, I wasn't here no more That my rushing blood was a river My eyes two stars My blowing hair all a quiver A whispering field of grass That murmurs as you pass Oh my darlin' Kathleen That whispers out your name

I lost some weight, grew my hair and now every woman in America over 40 wants to date me. It's their daughters I want to convince.

I live on hairspray. The bigger the hair, the closer to God.

I think god gave us talent because he screwed up our hair

The higher the hair, the closer to god.

I made a braid because Chinese old people, they say that the God will take you by the hair to join you with - but God didn't take me, so I cut the braid.

I felt like I was hobbling, like one oof the old crones from Act I of Macbeth - God knows my hair felt scraggy enough that I must have looked the part.

I'm from Oklahoma. I mean, you can't have good hair in Oklahoma. That's why everyone wears hats. The wind just messes it up.

I don't like to do much with my hair - which is good, because I don't know how! I just always make sure I have a great haircut.

It's my red hair that interferes with my good sense. All that color so close to my brain, it plum disorients me most days.

In a good mood I call my hair Chestnut with Gold Glints. In a bad mood, I call it mousy brown

It's no surprise that things are so screwed up: everyone that knows how to run a government is either driving taxicabs or cutting hair.

As she fled fast through sun and shade The happy winds upon her play'd, Blowing the ringlet from the braid.

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

My wedding was at home, so I didn't really want to wear a veil in my house. Instead I wore a lot of diamond hair clips. They were brooches, actually, designed by Lorraine Schwartz.