Quotes About Hair

Most people presume my mustache is not real because it's much darker than my regular hair.

Conditioning is very important when it comes to hair. One should oil hair on a regular basis for hair nourishment.

I do cut my hair regularly because otherwise, after a few months, I wouldn't be able to see the ball any more - especially when there's a lot of rain.

Dancing With the Stars' fans may not know this, but we only get to fully rehearse in full costume, including hair and makeup, once before the show.

Before the advent of the white man, black people were doing all kinds of things with their hair. The rejection of kinks and curls did come with the white man.

My hair is a safety net for me, so I love to have it down and full and relaxed.

My hair is always the same. It's wavy, so I brush it with a round brush. I'm a brush fanatic. I hoard brushes. I love getting my hair brushed. I will ask my friends to brush my hair for me.

Women have a lot of... attitudes enforced in us about our sense of attractiveness being bound up in long, flowing, Hollywood kind of hair.

I had really long hair, and we had this hairdresser, Laverne, that was in Athens. And she did my hair up really big. And she said, 'Honey, when you hang your head over the bed and make love, that hair is not going to move.'

I stand out a little bit with my hair, so I make sure I wear a hood!

I actually find that my hair looks the best on tour with my band, Wardell. And it's funny because I'm just using cheap hotel shampoo and conditioner.

To me, all that urgent hopefulness was more frightening than if I'd found a pile of skulls with hair still attached.

To me, all that urgent hopefulness was more frightening than if I'd found a pile of skulls with hair still attached. I ran out in full panic, my underwear tucked up a sleeve.

It is one of those big-smelling days, when people bring the outdoors in with them, the scent of rain on their sleeves, in their hair.

Where?' Milly asked, looking politely up from the Horse-woman's Year Book. It was the evening hour when work was over and the last gold light lay flat across the roofs and touched the honey-coloured hair and the whisky in his glass.

lobby of the Santa Louisa courthouse drinking a cup of black tea from a paper cup. She pushed her long, dark hair behind her ears and tapped her pointed shoes in time with the Muzak undulating over the marble floors. A Helen Reddy song, she thought. Maybe Cher? She smelled of White Shoulders perfume and spearmint gum. When Hannah walked by, the woman smiled and raised a hand as if to wave. But the friendliness of the gesture was not returned.

Her hair was awry, and her amber eyes blazed with rage and determination.

through his thick, black hair.

I have worn fake hair since I was 17 years old.

Why is there such vanity about hair? I make a point to bathe. I worry about boogers in my nose, and I ask the makeup artist to cover up my pimples, but beyond that, I try not to be too vain.

I'm just happy to be a film where for once I don't have to worry about my hair, because my managers are always complaining about my hair looking depressing in my movies. Which is true. I mean, it's true.

My curls were my worst nightmare growing up.

My hair is too fine to bleach. I get so much breakage, it's not worth it to dye it.

Everyone should have hair. When you get dressed up, you must do that last whip of hair spray, or life's not worth living.