Quotes About Hair

The wildlings seemed to think Ygritte a great beauty because of her hair; 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.

Cameron Diaz is probably my biggest beauty mentor of my friends. She knows how to do her own hair and makeup; she's really good at it.

I always listen to everything you say. You have very authoritative hair.

His hair was a curling mess and he showed the proper desregard for sartorial elegance which Harry had always seen as a sign of reliability in a person. Neat men always struck him as desperate and ambitious.

Self-esteem can be so exhausting. I want to cut my hair, change my clothes, erase the pimple from the near-tip of my nose, and strengthen my upper-arm definition, all in the next hour.

This Santa's beard was real, and so was his hair. He wasn't fucking around.

The drama bug strikes hardest with Jews, homosexuals and plump women who wear their hair in bangs. These are people who, for one reason or another, desperately crave attention

If nothing else, life in the suburbs promised that you might go from day to day without finding shit in your hair.

When existential depression attacks without warning, your father dyes his hair.

Marcia would love this—sometimes people see visions of her in the churchyard. Marcia's always having visions. Usually of white Madonnas, though, with blond hair and nice blouses from M & S. . . .

Irie gözlerini devirdi. Bazen insan farkl? olmak ister. Ama bazen de, herkes gibi olmak için, ba??ndaki saç? bile feda etmeye haz?rd?r.

I got a few gray hairs to testify to my wisdom, 2 grand babies & long. black dido named Harry...

She's got those big black eyes with plenty shiny white in them that makes them shine like brand new money and she knows what God gave women eyelashes for, too. Her hair is not what you might call straight. It's negro hair, but it's got a kind of white flavor. Like the piece of string out of a ham. It's not ham at all, but it's been around ham and got the flavor.

The sounds lulled Janie to soft slumber and she woke up with Tea Cake combing her hair

Why, Tea Cake? Whut good do combin' mah hair do you? It's mah comfortable, not yourn." "It's mine too. Ah ain't been sleepin' so good for more'n uh week cause Ah been wishin' so bad tuh git mah hands in yo' hair. It's so pretty. It feels jus' lak underneath uh dove's wing next to mah face.

I am always running late for absolutely everything; my hair's the last thing I do because I am terrible at it.

I had white hair when I was 19. I think bleach can be addictive, and before long, you've gone too far with it and can't tell you've got a problem. It was over-processed and genuinely crispy, but I thought I looked amazing.

As it happened, adiversion had presented itself: a new clerk, a small girl of flawless complexion, her straw-colored hair pulled back in a ponytail, with a face that renewed a man's faith in Possibility.

A demoness is helpless when held by her hair.

Your little sister Has tossed her Untied hair forward Like a living veil, Like a fragrant hedge, And peers, with such eyes! Through a fragrant veil, Through a dark hedge ... How sweet it is to only Think of such little things. Fruits have ripened On all the longing branches In your nightly garden, Chinese lanterns like red fruits Sway and illuminate The longing branches Rustled by the night wind In your little garden ... How sweet it is to only Think of such little things.

It was the sisters down at Good Fred's, where I would get my hair permed, who convinced me. "Ice, baby, you better do this. You better take this opportunity to be in a movie.

The men in California are so sophisticated. I love how they're not above using all the antiaging products or doing their best to stay fit. It's not like here, where guys use a bar of soap and think they're suddenly Don Juan. You can see how it's hard for me to view this place as romantic and not backwoods.' Julia stood. 'Not really. I prefer manly men. I don't care to share my hair product with a guy. I'm funny that way.

When Julia was twenty-nine, her hair was already bar-coded. Now, at sixty-two, it was a solid helmet of bright pewter, level with her lean, brown jawbone.

Avoid needlepoint tweezers as you can easily injure yourself. And very square tweezers can shear the hair versus plucking it out from the root, causing the appearance of an ingrown.