Quotes About Hair

And for all our sakes, tame that mess on top of your head. Use fire and a poleaxe if you have to.

Calo had dark liquor-colored skin and hair like an inky slice of night; the tautness of the flesh around his dark eyes was broken only by a fine network of laugh-lines (though anyone who knew the Sanza twins would more readily describe them as smirk-lines). An improbably sharp and hooked nose preceded his good looks like a dagger held at guard position.

Q: Why do bees have sticky hair? A: Because they use honeycombs.

Q: What do you call it when a blonde dyes her hair brunette? A: Artificial intelligence.

Roger Maris lost his hair the season he hit sixty-one, I still have all my hair, but when it's over, I'm going home to Mobile and fish for a long time.

Ladies with curly hair / Have time to spare.

Ay Dad, brush my hair one time. Hey pops! Come brush my hair.

I was at a U2 concert and someone asked me if my hair color was real... I thought to myself, if I had $1 for every time someone asked me this, I would be very rich.

So with my luck, I'll never make it in time to save the boy in the forest because my hair will have snagged on a tree branch a mile back.

If you carry a paperback book in your back pocket, but spend more time on your hair than you do reading it, you're probably a bad actor.

If God made me a princess, why didn't he take a little more time and make my hair so it wouldn't snarl?

I'm very much over my hair. If it was up to me, I'd have cut it a long time ago.

For deadly fear can time outgo, and blanch at once the hair.

What Time hath scanted men in hair, he hath given them in wit.

The one broken window that permanently wouldn't roll up had destroyed her perfectly curled blond prom-hair, and by the time we got to the gym she looked like Marie Antoinette with bedhead.

The first time I cut all my hair off was when I was 19. I just got fed up going to the salon every week. I'd had enough! On a whim, it was off. It's low-maintenance.

I'm always down for a Spice Girls reunion. I love the Scary hair and platforms. Any time of day or night I'll be there.

His hair was short and parted accurately in the middle, and he had all the look of an American person who would be likely to begin his signature with an initial, and spell his middle name out.

His hair is like feathers.

Her hair was a close enough brand of German blond, but she had dangerous eyes. Dark brown.

Maxi Taxi, you've got him now, you've got him, Jew boy, you've got him, you've got him!" A small kid with soft tufts of hair, a beaten nose, and swampy eyes, Max was a good head shorter

She could hear her hair growing. It sounded like something crumbling. A burnt thing crumbling. Coal. Toast. Moths crisped on a light bulb. She remembered reading somewhere that even after people died, their hair and nails kept growing. Like starlight, travelling through the universe long after the stars themselves had died. Like cities. Fizzy, effervescent, simulating the illusion of life while the planet they had plundered died around them.

Hair grows gray, for instance, simply because we run out of the pigment cells that give hair its color.

What is lint? How does it find hair dryers and navels?