Quotes About Hair

For forty years I combed my hair that way, and every time I did, I pushed my mother away from me. There was much she didn't like about my life—and the parting of my hair became a ritual parting of the ways with her.

Johnson was a widow with long white hair worn in a knot at the back of her head

Garrett ran a hand through his hair. "How can you stay the head of the Stake-Out team? Isn't that a conflict of interest?" "You expect me to stake myself?" Sean growled. "I've got a nice, big one you can borrow," Gregori suggested.

largo: —¿Ésta eres tú? —Y éste tú, tío Idris. —¿O sea que antes tenías el pelo largo? —Mi hermana me lo cepillaba todas las noches.

dervish and a girl with limp blond hair were playing a lethargic

Your hair is a tangled mess,he said, thinking he liked it that way, like a lion's mane.

He froze as the scent of her hair met him. It was touching his cheek,tickling him. I cant afford this, he thought, but he didnt move, watching her finger trace the new line. He cracked my mirror,she said, clearly angry.

I reached to push my hair out of my eyes, finding someone had tied a knot it in. My face screwed up in anger as I realized it was a HAPA knot. Real funny.

My God, you have beautiful hair in the firelight," he said softly, and I blinked. "It's like your thoughts, all cinnamon and wild untamed. I've always liked your hair.

A stray strand of Ivy's black hair was hitting my face as I rode behind her.

Was it really right to look the way he did? His prominent nose was altogether too immodest for his humble position in life; and he let his hair grow right through the winter so that he appeared more and more artistic. His fiancée reacted by saying that he looked like a painter who had ended up as a photographer.

Like the vampire Lothaire, the Enemy of Old, with his white-blond hair and eerily sinister hotness.

Eyes like amber cast in sun, skin and hair of firelit gold. Formed to war, courage as none, beauty to behold.' You are Reginleit the Radiant.

Tip thought this strange Army bore no weapons whatever; but in this he was wrong. For each girl had stuck through the knot of her back hair two long, glittering knitting-needles.

Toto was not gray; he was a little black dog, with long silky hair and small black eyes that twinkled merrily on either side of his funny, wee nose.

You'd find it easier to be bad than good if you had red hair.

If atheism is a religion, then off is a TV channel and bald is a hair colour.

Did you know I dream about your hair? I use to say it was the color of the sun at sunset, but I'm wrong. It's brighter than the sun, just as you are.

I was the guy at the end of the bar all hunched up and trying to disappear into his overcoat. Flattened hat on worn bar top. Hank of hair dangling over the face of a born lemon-sucker. They were all my breed. My people. Drinking alone or in even lonelier pairs. The guilty. The condemned. The

I don't think it is so much the actual bath that most cats dislike; I think it's the fact that they have to spend a good part of the day putting their hair back in place.

They are spirits from a dying world knotting our hair in sleep we worked hard to buy.

The radiator hissed quietly in its corner as Katherine got ready for bed. She slid into the cool silk of her nightgown and then began brushing out her long hair. Freed from its confining braid, her hair tumbled over her shoulders, its

Her father sagged as relief spread through him. "I thought something awful was happening." She frowned. "Something awful was happening. It could have got stuck in my hair.

His hair is huge!... Look!... It's just sticking up at odd angles! Like a demented porcupine! - Desmond, about Fletcher's hair