Quotes About Hair

Oh, a French braid," Greta said. "That's it. And then when she undid them, her hair would still be in ripples, little leftover squiggles, for hours and hours afterward." "Yes…" "Well," David said, "that's how families work, too. You think you're free of them, but you're never really free; the ripples are crimped in forever.

Soldiers have many vices, but vanity is not amongst them. How could it be? What man is going to worry about his hair when he might lose his head?

Sissy Mae Smith...stumbled into the room loaded down with even more bags. You pack like a woman, she snarled when she finally dropped the luggage to the floor. How can one man have so much conditioner? His mouth filled with French toast, Mitch pointed at his hair and snarled, Tawny mane! Do you think this shit stays this beautiful on its own? It needs care and love! Which is more than I'm getting from you!

The contemporary motto for the mullet-wearer is business in front, party in the back but the Indian mullet warrior motto was I don't want my hair to get in my eyes as I'm kicking your ass.

I can take a single hair from the braids of an Indian woman and make it sound like a promise come true. Like a thousand promises come true.

What happened to your hair, tiger? (Fang) It fell off. (Wren)

Well, I've been blessed with good hair, or at least some people think it is. It is the way it is, sort of does what it wants to. So, yeah, I guess it is [a metaphor for your views on art and life].

When I lived in Japan in the 1980s, I once was mistaken for Paul Newman, and I didn't have much more hair than I do now. My first reaction was that staying in Japan might be good for my social life.

I think I started realizing I was losing my hair when I was in Illinois. And it was traumatic. It was not something I had figured on in my life.

I'm actually so low maintenance when it comes to my hair. It's naturally stick-straight, but I do like to use a curling iron to give my locks some life.

Red hair is my life long sorrow.

As for waxing, I've never waxed in my life and I never would. I'm extremely Welsh, so I draw the line at removing body hair.

Her hair spilled over the pillow like a bottle of overturned ink.

He appeared nondescript enough, that was for sure. His clothes were simple-verging on drab, in fact. His beard and hair were badly cut. They looked as if he had cut them with a hunting knife, thought Deparnieux,unaware that he was only one of many people to have had that very same thoughts about Halt.

So there I was, lying on the ground, totally concealed from the Temujai, when a nanny goat started to chew my hair.

that Graybeard Halt he cuts his hair with a carving knife and fork.

I recall that day on the beach - the sand so brilliant, the clouds so massive, and the wind punishing your hair...

every time I look at you autumn leaves come in between - does it matter they're the color of your hair - or they still fall in my memory?...

strands of your hair and tendrils of the wind spin into nothingness the memories of that day...

tenía un cabello casi negro azabache.

It was the other man Hardy had noticed in the gallery. Reasonably good-looking, somewhat burly even in his tailored suit, Lightner sported a well-trimmed red beard under a head of dark brown hair. It was a striking combination that Hardy thought might come out of a bottle.

Sebastien gasped first at pain like flame, then pleasure, and somehow scraped his hand through the narrow space between David's back and the lid so he could knot his fingers into David's hair. He bit his lip, and did not cry out, while they rode in the lumpy coffin.

Dripping water freckled his shoulders and tapped against his hair.

The crown of shadows that capped his golden hair seemed to draw a rich dark tint from the crimson velvet of his breeches, and his eyes caught more light than the sunset sky had to offer.