Quotes About Hair

Elena Pretoria was exactly where Lesa had imagined her, on the back veranda with her long hands spread on the arms of a rotten chair-real furniture, not provided by House-her silver-streaked hair stripped into a tail and her skin glowing dark gold against the white lounging clothes.

He was really a striking man, with his freckles and auburn hair.

The dark moss of her cloak makes her hair shine all the brighter, and the green contrasts with the brilliant blue of her eyes.

Tristen shook his head, his white hair shedding snowflakes as if it were made of snow itself.

He smiled to himself, and quickly dropped his head to hide that smile behind his hood and the fall of his hair. If his own work wouldn't do to hold him together through this, he knew the play that would.

His wild dark hair, though glazed into ringlets, had defeated whatever product he'd worked through it, and the curls tumbled over his forehead to brush his brows.

Somehow she managed to enter the corridor, third in line, but dripping all the dignity she could master, and perversely glad she'd smoothed her hair.

Maybe I was haunted, because I swear I felt a fleeting sense of contact, then, like the brush of immaterial fingers in my hair.

Zanya was washing her hair. And I was watching the networking of tiny glistening particles swirl across her skin as she knelt over the basin of water I'd brought her.

A warrior or a wizard bound his hair and fastened his clothing and left no unknotted strings about his person when he went into battle, but the ponytail always gave Matthew a headache.

His hair shone blue-black in ringlets and a ruddy light gleamed behind the windows of his eyes, as clear as water running over stones.

I am the Seeker of the changed. The Queen of the Daoine Sidhe has me tangled in her hair.

My braid was silver-black where his is like winter butter, but his eyes are gray as mine and as full of starlight.

His hair was unmistakeable, a startling light color that Lesa was almost temptd to call blond, though nobody classically blond had survived Assessment.

She leaned back against the rough trunk of a tree, half-invisible in the twilight except where it caught in glimmers on the titian of her hair.

The cold wind tugged Kit's hair, a sensation like the caress of Lucifer's feathers.

Her hair gives dawn it's fire, her eyes give dusk her soul" He knew how to use his voice to melt a girl's heart, to make a girl want to believe. I steeled myself against the seductive words. "Excuse me?" "It's a line of poetry describing a beautiful girl, one who doesn't seem to know it.

He's a burly man with sparse white hair and a white beard who looks like Santa might look if Santa, in the off-season, carried a tackle box.

I would never do a commercial for something that is embarrassing, and I think that people maybe have a different perspective on what is embarrassing or not. Some people think doing a Revlon hair commercial is really cool. To me, that's embarrassing, but World of Warcraft - not embarrassing, very cool.

Red hair is great. It's rare, and therefore superior.

But maturity of vision does not come even with age, and so how could it appear in youth? Only some fortunate ones have purity of conduct keeping pace with the whitening of hair.

I rarely use product in my hair, and when I do I have no idea which ones, nor does it matter all that much to me. And I can't remember the last time I even used a comb, much less carried one around.

I get a much more extreme reaction when I have my hair really short. I look thuggish when I shave my head and wear big boots. I walk into a newsagent and people think I'm going to jump the counter. It's a much more extreme reaction.

Let me tell you, 'The Reader' was not glamorous for me in terms of the body-hair maintenance.