Quotes About Hair

I made my Broadway debut in the revival of Hair and followed it up with the bus and truck tour of Grease.

When I was growing up in Chicago, my family and I used to go to a local chain, Hackney's, for burgers and their French fried onion loaf. I probably haven't been to one in 25 years, and yet, I once saw Donald Trump from behind in an office building and the first thing that flashed in my mind was his hair looked like that onion loaf.

I don't think it's true that blondes have more fun... Trust me, it is not true!

The hair on this melon, there's nothing special going on there - trust me - other than a bit of Head and Shoulders, of course. It's a 100 percent bog-standard do.

My hair is a wild, untamable beast! I like letting it grow; my bangs grow whatever way they want and I kind of follow their rule. So side bangs, poof bangs - it's kind of unpredictable.

Recently started flat ironing my ball hair. Come on ladies, you know how it is; if you have curly hair you just want straight hair.

Anyone who has dead straight hair wants curls.

Extensions is you suddenly have long hair when you have short hair, and you can sleep with it and you have it forever, as long as you want to.

The real color of my hair is mouse. I always want to be ginger, which I was when I was born, or blond, because I live in L.A., and I want to look like I go surfing without any physical effort.

Hopefully my hair grows really quick, I want it long again

My hair's actually really thin, but I just throw some hairspray into it and make sure it's been a couple days dirty, and then it goes the direction that you want it, literally!

I've always been a strong believer that you were born with the hair you've got, but have the ability to get the hair you want.

Long hair is a security blanket for me. I cut it short a few years ago and I really never want to do that again. When I do cut it, I cut it myself.

My fans want me with my hair.

I lost some weight, grew my hair and now every woman in America over 40 wants to date me. It's their daughters I want to convince.

I talked to Beyonce and she wants to learn how to speak Arabic and she wants to jump out of an airplane. I don't want to do that. I just don't want to wash my hair every day.

Long hair is an unpardonable offence which should be punishable by death.

If Dracula can't see his reflection in a mirror, how come his hair is always so neatly combed?

She scratched and her hair and stretched her limbs with a groan; a woman who oozed power and confidence.

Quickly, the gold fell away, and then, as if they were somehow made of a lighter substance, Ays and the other shot upwards. They ascended in a shroud of hair, in ribbons of blood, up through the milky water. And it was not so far.

He looked feral, powerful, the very image of a Fallen One, his hair tumbling over his shoulders, his eyes wide and dark, yet shining with an inner light.

An extremely tall, good-looking young man with long tawny hair was making his way between the tables towards them. At first Daniel was sure he knew this person, but the impression was fleeting, and after only a moment, he realised the newcomer was a stranger.

The woman pawed at her body, clothing it, preening it. They tugged at her hair, wound it with flowers. There was something greedy about their attentions. It made Pharinet's flesh crawl.

The two cousins, Perdina and Voile, emerged from their sanctuary, dressed in white, their black hair loose like curtains around their pale, narrow faces.