Quotes About Hair

There are two kinds of death," he says, the clouds of his breath plunging out into the cold. "You can fight like a lion. Or you can go as easy as lifting a hair from a cup of milk.

On some nights I take a little laudanum and a few months ago Mrs Abernetty recommended pillows stuffed with camel hair. She was absolutely right.

I would be psyched to get a phone call from Al Sharpton. I need to find out who does his hair. It's beautiful. It's a gorgeous mane.

I did my schooling at Holy Angels, where they had stringent rules. I coloured my hair blond and red and was pulled up by the principal.

A bad hair day for me is when it gets flat and greasy.

A lot of people think I'm a chick. It happens the most at airports. The flight attendants will always say, 'Have a nice flight, Ms. Borns.' It must be the hair.

My hair changes with my emotions... and my purpose for the day.

I'm looking forward to losing the long locks at some point. But it's been fun, and I do enjoy it.

My hair is extremely dry and fragile, so moisture is key. I love black castor oil, shea butter, and lots of water.

I style my hair so frequently that I need a really good conditioner to keep it moisturized.

I've been banned from cutting my own fringe.

Yes, in The Saturdays I had my big, long fringe. My hair was quite long at the front and shorter at the back. I used it to hide behind, it became a form of armour for me. The pixie cut came later but I kept my fringe. My fringe became one of my distinguishing features in the band, the thing that people knew me for.

I was getting frustrated with America. It's interesting how as simple a thing as, like, letting your hair grow longer changed in the world in those days.

A full beard looks cool.

I at least have to cut my hair. I can't do the whole man bun, funky long hair thing anymore.

She had a little thin face and a little thin body, thin light hair and a sour expression. Her hair was yellow, and her face was yellow because she had been born in India and had always been ill in one way or another.

Jessica was clearly in her element, moving with the music naturally and without effort. Even her lustrous golden hair swayed to the beat, completing the perfect picture of a dancer caught up in ecstasy.

The old woman was a witch shadow—hair like matted spiderwebs, hooded 'round darkness of features, eyes like glittering jewels.

Thee old woman was a witch shadow--hair like matted spiderwebs, hooded 'round darkness of features, eyes like glittering jewels.

Come here till I comb your hair, said Grandma. Look at that mop, it won't lie down. You didn't get that hair from my side of the family. That's that North of Ireland hair you got from your father. That's the kind of hair you see on Presbyterians. If your mother had married a proper decent Limerickman you wouldn't have this standing up, North of Ireland, Presbyterian hair.

Ihr üppiges, weniges, rabenschwarzes Haar trug Simba tief über die Schläfen herab und im Nacken in einen dichten Knoten geknüpft.

Dirt makes a man look masculine. Let your hair blow in the wind, and all that. It's OK. All you have to do is look neat when you have to look neat.

Hair excited me. As the old ways - backcombing, rollers and rigidity - went out of the window, I started to feel the possibilities in front of my eyes.

My hair is normally really unkempt - I'll just use my sunglasses like a headband or throw on a felt cloche by Behida Dolic in windy weather.