Quotes About Hair

When I was a kid, I got a bob because all of the other girls on my soccer team with straight hair had one, and so I wanted one. Now I know girls with thick, curly hair should not get bobs. My hair was like one big circle.

If you want your hair to be thicker, cut it when the moon is about to be full - a heavy, full, waxing moon. Do not cut it when the moon's waning.

I look back at pictures of myself in high school, and I was a cheerleader, and I had hair just as thick if not thicker and long - down to my hips.

I've just got crap hair. Although I inherited a lot of stuff from my dad, including giant knees, I didn't get his good, thick hair. I got my mother's thin, wispy, non-event hair instead.

My hair is naturally blond and thin, so I like to give it some texture. Sexy, dirty bedhead is good for blonds.

I ended up living in braids. It was the '90s - thin braids were very popular - and my mom took me to a lady's kitchen. I got it done, and I've never stopped.

The short hair fits my personality more. I think maybe, with long hair, it was a role - I was playing dress-up a bit.

I have a big personality, and I think big personality plus blond hair makes me come across as glib. With dark hair, people look at your face more. Before, it was all about the hair.

I'm one of those people who thinks that changing one's hair is the only part of the body that you can change at will.

I actually think I'm lucky. Because blokes who lose their hair at a later age, in their thirties and forties, get hung up about it. Because they had hair and then lose it. But I've never had that problem.

Haldeman is the only man in America in this generation who let his hair grow for a courtroom appearance.

I thoroughly believe that shaving is the best way of hair removal, as it's the most convenient and hassle free of all the methods.

It's true that I have never done something like 'Yaar Dhokebaaz, Pyaar Dhokebaaz.' I colored my hair golden-brown. I am bare-chested in the song and have my own style of dancing. I thoroughly enjoyed what I was doing.

I just grew the hair on my back. Facial hair just wasn't appealing to me. I liked it on my back, though.

I was all about my thoughts, my work, my inspiration. I was always in hair.

Well, the way I look at it, I'm still working with hair; only now, it's in the food.

He had black eyes like his mother's, and short brown hair which stuck up all over his head like visible excitement.

A fool there was and he made his prayer(Even as you and I!)To a rag and a bone and a hank of hair(We called her the woman who did not care)But the fool he called her his lady fair—(Even as you and I!)

I've dated some women who have turned me on to some funny things that are strange for men to actually do, but these things have become part of my process. I think the things I do for my appearance help make me look better. I even colour my hair because I like how it makes me look.

I like my hair messy. My love wild. And my sex aggressive. But I'm still a sensitive woman, just with passion.

Her female vanity was stung by his implication that no man would look at her twice otherwise. Snatching the cap up, she began to hunt for the hairpins scattered across the floor, but he left the door and advanced on her with a muttered curse. "If you put it up, I'll just take it down again." His voice lowered to a throaty hum. "And you know what happens when I take your hair down.

There's blood, a taste I remember. It tastes of orange popsicles, penny gumballs, red licorice, gnawed hair, dirty ice.

Life is not about hair," I said then, only half jocularly. Which is true, but it is also true that hair is about life. It is the flame of the body's candle, and as it dwindles the body shrinks and melts away.

A hot wind was blowing around my head, the strands of my hair lifting and swirling in it, like ink spilled in water.