Quotes About Hair

I have hair that I audition with, my sitcom hair which is a curly wig. I have my long chic hair that I wear to my son's school so they know I'm not playing around. I always tell people that my husband gets a different woman every night when I come home from 'The View.' Hair makes you feel a certain way, like putting a power suit on.

He took a strand of hair that had fallen loose from her chignon between his fingers. The gesture shocked her, not because his self-control seemed to have snapped, but the exact opposite - it felt like a deliberate choice on his part.

V?ve mai i le f?le, my mother said vehemently. Hurry home. She took a drag from a cigarette and walked towards the sewing machine. Her workplace and altar of worship. Before she sat down, she picked up a pair of scissors and pointed them towards me. Ma fa`ap?ku i luga l? g? ulu. K?o ia, fa`akogu so`o. And how many times do I need to tell you to wrap your hair up in a bun before you leave this house? I could just bake you in an oven!

We'll probably never save our souls - but hell, at least we'll get our hair sorted.

This is my dream, It is my own dream, I dreamt it. I dreamt that my hair was kempt. Then I dreamt that my true love unkempt it.

I love having my hair back. It is so important to how you feel, how you dress, how you look.

I used to be obsessed with Pearl Jam, but I love having pink hair and kind of looking like a Barbie.

I love it when a woman is wearing Red Lipstick, and her hair is combed back, so sensual and confident.

I like my hair long, and I love my bangs. I love them because I can pin them back or keep the fringe with attitude.

I like to dress, I love to have make-up on, I like to do my hair.

I love wearing my hair curly, but turning the curling iron all the way up creates curls that look really made up and artificial.

I dyed my hair blonde when I was 14. My mom was not happy. But I love being blonde.

Oh, Lady Maccon, I am unreservedly in love with her. That black hair, that sweet disposition, those capital hats.

Like most dancers, I love lip stains! We hate gloss because hair gets stuck in it.

I love my hair. When I was young it had weird kinks and cowlicks in it, but I just grew into it. You grow into a lot of things.

Oh, the ongoing love affair between hair and mouths. Hair always goes for the mouth. The mouth opens, and hair says, "I'm going in! I'm going in!" like a manic cave diver.)

For in truth the years have little effect on our nature and age does not free us of our faults. We lose our hair more quickly than our weaknesses.

Elizabeth puts her hands on her hips. Elizabeth has shoulder-length brown hair that looks as if it has been cut with a straight razor and a mouth that could have done the cutting. Elizabeth is smart, ruthless, and emotionally damaged; that is, she is a sales representative. If Elizabeth's brain was a person, it would have scars, tattoos, and be missing one eye. 'Do you want to ask me a question, Roger? Do you want to ask if I took your donut?

An anarchy of small curls was her chevelure, a dark upland of misrule, every hair asserting its rights over a not discreditable brow.

I don't want water! Sarah cries, her face buried against my chest. I can't see what's going on in the rest of the lobby beacuse Sarah's hair is flying up in my face, blocking my view. I want justice! she wails. Well, we'll get you some of that too. Magda has appeared from out of nowhere. Maybe there's some in the freezer.

You gazed into my eyes, what could I do but linger? I ran my hand through your hair, and a cootie bit my finger.

A few minutes later, the lifeguard came trudging back in our direction, looking no less handsome in wet hair than he had in dry. He swung himself up to his tower, spoke briefly into his radio - probably putting out a B.O.L.O. on Dopey: Be On the Look Out for an extremely stupid wrestler in a wetsuit, showing off for his stepsister's best friend from out of town - then returned to scanning the waves for other potential drowning victims.

Moody did not want to give up summer. She did not feel like brushing her hair every day. She did not feel like memorizing spelling words. And she did not want

I was captivated. My own hair was easily as long as Olga's, but it frizzed and knotted at every opportunity. When it was combed, it didn't float in perfect fans down to my shoulders.