Quotes About Hair

It was common knowledge that big, bad city boys spent the bulk of their time sleeping around, coiffing their hair and posting pictures of food on the internet.

I have his [Donald Trump] phone number in my book. He was just a dude that came out to nightclubs in New York and chased chicks. I mean, that's all he was. He was this guy with bad hair who chased chicks and seemed funny. - GQ Magazine article by Zach Baron 11.17.20

He chuckled into my hair. My body decided this would be a fine moment to remember that his body was wrapped around mine and his body was muscular, hard, and hot, and my butt was pressed against his groin. Cuddled up by a dragon. No, thank you. Let me off this train. "If you keep wiggling, things might get uncomfortable," he said into my ear, his voice like a caress. "I'm doing my best, but thinking about baseball only takes you so far.

As we walked back to the scar, I turned to him. "You should give up and let your mane grow out." "Mm-hm. And then we can stay up late, and you can braid it, and put ribbons in it . . ." "Don't you want to show off your pretty hair, Goldilocks?" "I'll show you hair." I raised my eyebrow. "Is that supposed to be some kind of threat?" "Wait and you'll find out.

This particular hyena was short and had blue hair that stuck out straight up from her head. She saw me looking. "Like my do? I'll tell you who did it. Of course, it won't look as good on you as it does on me." She winked. "I'm sure. So how much does it cost to get a gas burner installed on your head?

Or I can put his head into my mouth." "That doesn't seem sanitary. Wouldn't you taste their hair? Is that just a thing you do because you get bored in Alaska?

I have no desire to dramatically unsheathe my hair weapons and end up with half of my hair sliced off and a giant bald spot.

You've got such nice hair, it seems a pity to dye it blue.

Her short straight oily hair, a lustrous black, sat like a cropped wig about her pale rather waxen Jewish face.

Si hubieras tenido el pelo tan negro como lo tienes ahora, los patrones habrian tirado la caja en la basura.

I feel the most confident when I'm by the ocean with the salt in my hair and zero makeup on.

His hair stood upright like porcupine quills.

There was never a saint with red hair.

There are 193 living species of monkeys and apes. 192 of them are covered with hair. The exception is a naked ape, self-named Homo Sapiens.

I like hair each and every way. I like to give scalp massages - to pull and tug on it. But my favorite style is long, real hair in a dusty blonde-brown color.

I had a moment in the Library of Congress among the presidential papers. I opened a folder, and there was an envelope in it. The front of the envelope was facing the table, so I didn't know what was in it. I opened it and out spilled all this hair. I turned the envelop over and it says, 'Clipped from President Garfield's head on his deathbed.'

I've dated some women who have turned me on to some funny things that are strange for men to actually do, but these things have become part of my process. I think the things I do for my appearance help make me look better. I even colour my hair because I like how it makes me look.

The good reviews that people have told me about through the years haven't really helped me do my job. So it's kind of like, if your hair turns out right you want to go out, you don't just want to stay in and look in the mirror. That's kind of what reading a review is like to me; it's like reveling in something that's just one night.

In TV, you get driven to work in a luxury car, and find flowers in your dressing room. Then suddenly you're on tour, drying your hair backstage on plastic curtains.

I started going gray in my early twenties.

I'd spent so much of my youth and twenties dying my hair bright red to either look like Ziggy Stardust or Johnny Rotten.

My hair is certainly not copious, and I keep it short, always - it's buzzed twice a week.

I'm worried about losing my hair. I think if I lost my hair, I'd lose a lot of parts. And I don't want to get fat. I'm always worried about that.

Body hair. You know when you're swimming as a kid and you want to crawl on your dad? None of us went anywhere near him. 'My god, a beaver! Everyone out of the pool!