Quotes About Hair

Woman is but an engine of ecstacy, a mimic of the earth from the ends of her curled hair to her red-lacquered nails

Footsteps shuffled on the stair/Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair/Spread out in fiery points/Glowed into words, then would be savagely still.

Blown hair is sweet, brown hair over the mouth blown, Lilac and brown hair;

Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair-

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. (It's not the main point of the poem, but I am the third generation of my family who's never been able to eat a peach without wondering, do I dare and do I dare)

My hair, said Cyrion in a confiding tone, "was once the gold of buttercups. The ghastly distresses of my life turned it white when I was a boy of seventeen. A thing not generally known. I hope you will keep the secret.

A Dragon Prince with emo hair and daddy issues. Her life had become Manga.

So missed everything in the white, blindfolded, rigid faces of those women. I felt their frailty, yes: friable, burnt aluminium. Fragile, like the mantle of a gas-lamp. But made nothing of that massive, starless, mid-fall, falling heaven of granite stopped, as if in a snapshot, by their hair.

In my position, the right witchdoctor Might have caught you in flight with his bare hands, Tossed you, cooling, one hand to the other, Godless, happy, quieted. I managed A wisp of your hair, your ring, your watch, your nightgown.

Blue eyes and red hair is the rarest combo on Earth, which makes me a statistical freak of nature. My pale skin also makes the spray of freckles across my cheeks and nose look more prominent, which I hate.

We've had tufted titmice land on our hammock and pull our hair as we snooze on spring days, so eager are they to line their nests with the finest.

Her rage filled the house, flat stale smoke. It got into everything, into our hair and our food, like the fallout they talked to us about in school that would one day drift down soft as snow.

I don't remember her name, but I do remember how her perm shone in the glow of our night-light.

Merle had the feeling that he almost kissed her, but then his lips only touched her hair briefly, and all she could think of was that she hadn't washed it for days. It was crazy, really. Here they were, all trapped in this accursed sphinx stronghold, and she was thinking about washing her hair! Was that what being in love did to you? And then, was it being in love that was responsible for the lump in her throat and the fluttering in her stomach?

How do you and your mother manage to get your hair exactly the same shade? It's uncanny." "I'll have you know, I'm a natural blonde!" "How could I know that? You wouldn't let me turn the lights on.

I had an investor who said to me he'd keep his money with me as long as I didn't have a girlfriend and I didn't start combing my hair.

Almost every day, someone asks if I ever flat iron my hair. I say, 'No, because I'm afraid it wouldn't look good and wouldn't come back curly.'

Donald Trump often appears on Fox, which is ironic because a fox often appears on Donald Trump's head.

I have the softest beard in the world. As far as growing it, it doesn't itch, and it's so non-intrusive. But I am so sick of hair on my face and on my head.

My daughter's first sentence was, 'Dada no hair.' And I was, like, 'No Jasmine, Dada does have hair, Dada just shaves his head.'

I've always used my hair for whatever it is needed for. I had it an inch long and jet black for a Pinter play I did. Changes you completely.

I got an action figure. You know, like G.I. Joe. What I seen of it, they got to put a little gray in the hair.

I've been burn when it comes to my hair that it ain't no joke.

Don't laugh at a hair joke, Trump.