Quotes About Hair

How can he not love your hair? It's the same hair that grows out of his own armpits. The same hair that crawls up out his crotch on up his stomach. All over his chest. The very same. It grows out of his nose, over his lips, and if he ever lost his razor it would grow all over his face. It's all over his head, Hagar. It's his hair too. He got to love it.

I was physically revolted by and secretly frightened of those round moronic eyes, the pancake face, and orangeworms hair.

No tendrás un cepillo para el pelo? Es que canto mejor cuando tengo uno en la mano. Gideon parecía un poco desesperado.

shampoos. Whenever

The last thing she remembered before finally drifting off was how nice Steffi's hair smelled.

Even her hair is exhausting. She calls it "Auburn Balayage." I call it wasting six hundred dollars every six weeks to pretend that at forty-four she has the same hair she did at eighteen.

The French translation of 'a black hole has no hair' is so obscene that French publishers resisted it vigorously, to no avail.

And stop whispering into my hair. You might chip a tooth, I've got so much crap sprayed in there." "I know," he whispered, sending a shiver down her side. "You smell like ethanol. I can feel my brain cells dying.

Lucy: I don't feel like talking about college. It increases my stress level. James: And increased stress levels lead to hair loss. Lucy: My head-hair volume is fine. James: You say that like I should be concerned about leg-hair volume.

Hirsute? What does that mean?' 'Hair, you ninny, hair!

I touch your absence here Remembering the speeches of your hair.

I started dyeing my hair brown when I was in 7th grade. My natural hair color is actually blonde.

Even though you were running around and shooting guns, your hair absolutely could not be in disarray. One had to look all neat and tidy while involved in the aerobic activity of saving the galaxy.

His reddish hair is rumpled, but in a deliberate I'm-in-a-boy-band way.

Now I look back and realize the devastating impact that Hair's message had on my thinking, religious outlook, attitudes and morality.

Hair represented the foundational ideas that prepared us and our world for the principles that underlie today's most influential mindset -- New Age thinking.

Even in Bengal, where I had spent most of my growing years, this sect (which was established there in the fifteenth century A.D.) did not display the sort of fanatic trancelike madness that we witnessed on Oxford Street or on the stage of 'Hair'.

Prometheus-like from heaven she stole The fire that through those silken lashes In darkest glances seems to roll, From eyes that cannot hide their flashes: And as along her bosom steal In lengthened flow her raven tresses, You'd swear each clustering lock could feel, And curled to give her neck caresses.

Who says that fictions only and false hairBecome a verse? Is there in truth no beauty?

Hot sun, cool fire, tempered with sweet air,Black shade, fair nurse, shadow my white hair,Shine sun, burn fire, breathe air, and ease me,Black shade, fair nurse, shroud me and please me.

I am Cersei of House Lannister, a lion of the Rock, the rightful queen of these Seven Kingdoms, trueborn daughter of Tywin Lannister. And hair grows back.

Once, I cut off a man's head, but he did not know it until he tried to brush his hair. Then it fell off.

red hair was rare among the free folk, and those who had it were said to be kissed by fire, which was supposed to be lucky.

A bear! A bear! All black and brown and covered in hair!