Quotes About Hair

I've been told a million times that I should do a Pantene ProV commercial because my hair is really shiny and long and healthy and I have a lot of it.

I've always had a struggle trying to get a hair campaign. It's mind-boggling.

I don't envy people with long hair. So, I'm glad mine is gone.

I'd like to have longer hair, but mine just doesn't grow.

She was in person full-limbed and somewhat heavy; without ruddiness, as without pallor; and soft to the touch as a cloud. To see her hair was to fancy that a whole winter did not contain darkness enough to form its shadow: it closed over her forehead like nightfall extinguishing the western glow.

Her nerves extended into those tresses, and her temper could always be softened by stroking them down. When her hair was brushed she would instantly sink into stillness and look like the Sphinx. If, in passing under one of the Edgon banks, any of its thick skeins were caught, as they sometimes were, by a prickly tuft of the large Ulex Europaeus--which will act as a sort of hairbrush--she would go back a few steps, and pass against it a second time.

Minute diamonds of moisture from the mist hung, too, upon Tess's eyelashes, and drops upon her hair, like seed pearls. When the day grew quite strong and commonplace these dried off her; moreover, Tess then lost her strange and ethereal beauty;

You're not making too much of this. You will love her until the stars fall. She looked like a figure in a hand-tinted woodcut illustrating a medieval manuscript. Her hair should have been bound in gold cord, her arms full of lilies and myrtle, and he should have been her vassal, her knight.

That's what fashion is, really. A way of renegotiating the terms that life deals you. When a woman changes her hair what she's really saying to fate is, no. I refuse to be defined by those terms.

Silvery white hair cascaded past broad shoulders in a river broken only by the tips of the elven lord's pointed ears.

Eurydice sits alone on a red bed. She has flaming red hair, so flaming that you can't see anything else of her, much less anything else around her. She takes up too much space. Also she's mad. Which has nothing to do with anything. She lives in her own world because she makes the whole world hers.

Good hair day. Bad hair day. Dead hair day.

Dave Barry once satirized Thurmond in his syndicated column, saying he colored his hair with Tang).

His wild white hair and beard projected from all angles of his face, making him look like a dandelion gone to seed.

With all the head and pubic hair we collected," stated Grimes flatly, "we could have knitted a sweater.

Perhaps it was because his hair was a shade too dark that his schoolmates did not call him "Red," and perhaps it was because of something else. At least four of his schoolmates, now living, agree that he possessed an unusually quick temper and a disposition to attack with waspish fury on small provocation

This morning I prepared the bridal bed. How fresh the sheets smelt, The pillows were plump with anticipation, Like me. We've covered every angle, the mistress and me. I am to smother myself in her sweet perfume And let down my hair – although the colour does not compare. But he will not notice: The lights will be dimmed and the King will be blinded with love.

She wears the braid every day and always, by lunchtime, the curls and ringlets of her thick mane have managed to escape in rebellious little tendrils. But she refuses to surrender to that hair of hers, and every morning, it goes back into the braid.

Elini saçlar?m?n aras?nda gezdirdi?inde kendimi elektrikli sandalyede idam ediliyormu?um gibi hissettim, sanki elektrikli sandalyede idam edilmek harika bir duyguymu? gibi...

I look at her there in the shadows of the shut-down city, her hair falling onto her face, and I can see her trying to figure out if I've lost it.

So...have you ever thought about dyeing your hair punk-rocker-chick black? As I'm sure you've heard, I have a thing for brunettes and always avoid blondes." "I've heard. And no." "Too bad. Because you're making me rethink my stance about doing my friends' exes." I snorted, not even trying to hide my...incredulity? Surely I wasn't amused. "Your making me rethink my stance on cold-blooded homicide

Stridey-Man' asked, Want 2 vacay w/me? William snorted as he typed. Romantic getaway for 2? UR not my type, dickwad. Fuck U. i'm everybody's types. So U in or out?Last chance in or out? In Knew U couldn't resist me. B ready in 5. Right on. Make it 10. I want 2 style my hair for U. U know, just how U like it. ASSHOLE.

Because yeah, females could be vanity hounds and most preferred their dates to have hair. Black, blond, red, it didn't matter, as long as the locks were thick and lustrous. And here was a news flash for little Miss Giggles: when he allowed his to grow, it was dark brown, nearly jet, with hints of gold and worthy of a fucking lion. Not that he was feeling defensive or anything.

Of course." She fluffed her hair. "I don't want to brag, but I'm very high maintenance." "Uh, I think low maintenance is what's desirable." "Low maintenance is what's forgettable. You might want to write that down, underline it, circle it and put a star by it. It's golden." With