Quotes About Hair

BANG, n. The cry of a gun. That arrangement of a woman's hair which suggests the thought of shooting her; hence the name.

Did you ever feel a creeping, That awoke you from your sleeping, That made your pulses flutter and bristled all your hair; While a horrid stealthy crawling Prevented you from calling, And something seemed to tell you that a ghost was coming there?

Her face was framed by two wings of lank black hair that curled under her long, pointed chin, so she looked like the female version of the wizard who was always giving Harry Potter such a hard time in the movies. Professor Snail or something.

A man in a white shirt and black pants leapt from one of the open windows. His hair was on fire. His arms pinwheeled as he dropped out of frame. He was followed seconds later by a woman in a dark skirt. When she jumped, she clasped her hands to her thighs, as if to keep her skirt from flapping up and showing her underwear. Jakob

I'm the poster boy for Propecia. It's amazing.

She was completely soaked in blood. Her hair swung in red tangles around her shoulders, and her face was a gleaming mask, her eyes like hard diamonds. I am Death.

I first learned how to do hair from drag queens. I learned eyelashes are the key to life, because they make everyone look fabulous.

Volume in your hair is sexy, and it doesn't necessarily have to be that Brigitte Bardot kind of volume - it's just that nice texture up top that gives it some life and body to it.

Abstinence sows sand all over The ruddy limbs and flaming hair, But desire gratified Plants fruits of life and beauty there.

My voice has gotten me everything in my life, not my hair.

Especially when the October wind With frosty fingers punishes my hair, Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire And cast a shadow crab upon the land, By the sea's side, hearing the noise of birds, Hearing the raven cough in winter sticks, My busy heart who shudders as she talks Sheds the syllabic blood and drains her words.

Il vento le scompigliava i capelli, il sole li glorificava.

I waited for her to catch up, and when I did, she slowed down, and I missed seeing the light in her hair. I never told Nadia how much I liked seeing the halo the sunlight made of her hair. Sometimes silence is a habit that hurts.

Oh, Mr Hall, what an ungallant remark. Look at her lovely hair.' 'I like short hair best.' 'Why?' 'Because I can stroke it-' and he began to cry.

She doesn't attract me,' said Maurice pettishly. 'Oh Mr Hall, what an ungallant remark. Look at her lovely hair.' 'I like short hair best.' 'Why?' 'Because I can stroke it—

Helen, thy beauty is to meLike those Nicean barks of yore,That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,The weary, wayworn wanderer boreTo his own native shore.On desperate seas long wont to roam,Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,Thy Naiad airs have brought me homeTo the glory that was Greece,And the grandeur that was Rome.

Hairy and the Maidens.

Genius is of small use to a woman who does not know how to do her hair.

To Crystal, hair was the most important thing on earth. She would never get married because you couldn't wear curlers in bed.

Brylcreem–A little dab'll do ya.

Gray hair is a blessing - ask any bald man.

How can I control my life when I can't control my hair?

Glos'ter girls they have no combs,Heave away, heave away!They comb their hair with codfish bones.

That air of otherworldliness in the snarls of her hair and the fearlessness of her step.