Quotes About Hair

When I was younger, I was mousey brown and started putting in highlights with each child. By the time I had my third baby, I was pretty much a blonde, and I stayed that way until I was in my late 50s.

I always like hair being a little messy because I think there's something appealing about the whimsy of putting on a gown with any hair or make-up - just stepping into it, and you're ready.

He had spent forty years noticing that when women cut their hair short, other women would say it was "cute" or "smart" or some such thing, but he had never, in any of the thousand times when he'd seen it, heard anything approaching approval by any male.

When bad things happened over and over, it was a sign. God was telling you to change. Your attitude, your hair, your address.

My hair is crazy, so it's really easy to notice me in public.

I have a lot of looks but right now I'm really into grunge. Messy hair, black heels. I get Michelle Pfeiffer with it.

I have a guy who does my hair. He's a car nut. And he was taking motorcycle lessons. And, what was my point?

I don't think I care about the hair as much as people think I do. It's just kind of there. It's not really a big deal to me. It actually drives me nuts. It's always in my face if I don't have a hat on. I might have to get rid of it.

Hair is a huge part of who I am and what I obsess over - I've had long hair my entire life.

I got my hair braided at this event once, and when I got the pictures back from it, I just became obsessed with them. They're kind of my thing now.

I wish we did have responsibility for the hair. I have been screwed up by the hair on many occasions.

Maybe the hairs on my head were numbered she went on with a sudden serious sweetness but nobody could ever count my love for you.

Sizin saç?n?z?n k?rm?z?s? doÄŸuÅŸtan, benimki ise kendi karar?m dedim hemen an?nda.

The long black nights, when the moon hides her face, when the stars are afraid, are not so black. The silence that dwells in the forest is not so black. There is nothing in the world so black as thy hair.

Remember her hair in the morning before it was pinned, black, rampant, savage with loveliness. As if she slept in perpetual storm.

First he sees her only in his dreams. Skin as white as moonlight. Eyes like water drowning you. Hair like spider webs. Fairy.

A little girl was sitting beside him, with huge, doomy eyes, a bear suit with all the buttons done up in the wrong buttonholes, and very dark, straggly hair that stuck straight out of her head at odd angles. She seem to read his mind. Shh, said the little girl. A lot of her teeth had recently fallen out and she was very serious for such a small person. We're not allowed to talk about the Lost. It's bad for morale.

The wisps of her crisp dark hair blew about her as she stooped, her eyes were big and wide and dark, when she looked up again, strange, startled, shy and sardonic at once.

There are speckles of paint in his hair and ears and eyebrows, but the mask has protected the rest of his face. I look away when his clean mouth talks.

It had occurred to me that Jack and I would be starting out of the house at the same time each morning and that St. Anthony's School was on his way to work. From that, I had perfected my fantasy: I would arrive in the MG amidst the confusion of buses, share a private laugh with Jack, then swing the door open to my newfound popularity. My hair would have come out as sleek and straight as Marianne Faithfull's. By lunchtime, I'd be class president.

She smiled, tilted her head, and . . . have you ever seen video of melting glaciers where huge chunks, the size of skyscrapers, break off and crash into the sea? If hearts can do that, then when her hair slid from behind her ear and down over her eyes, and the right side of her lip turned up, I heard my heart crack down the middle.

I haven't cut my hair since the quarantine began. Today I stepped on the scale for the first time in a while. Who knew that hair weighs so much?!

Roger Maris lost his hair the season he hit sixty-one, I still have all my hair, but when it's over, I'm going home to Mobile and fish for a long time.

Lincoln said his spiky hair had "a way of getting up in the world".