Quotes About Haircut

She had grown tired of the pouffy floating hair of zero gravity and, after a few weeks of clamping it down with baseball caps, had figured out how to make this shorter cut work for her. The haircut had spawned terabytes of Internet commentary from men, and a few women, who apparently had nothing else to do with their time.

It was a huge shock. I've never had hair that short in my life! I think the rest of the cast and crew were mourning my haircut more than I was! But after a while, I felt liberated, I learned to embrace it.

When I was a toddler, my father cut hair in the townhouse we had shared together in Long Beach, California, where Dad was stationed with the U.S. Navy. The buzz of clippers consistently hummed as he gave fades to his coworkers, my uncles, and my brother, but his clippers were never oiled and plugged in for my head.

And are you in love? And are you happy? And do you sometimes write a poem? And have you had your hair cut? And have you met anybody of such beauty your eyes dance, as the waves danced

Oh, Addie," she said. "Were you punishing yourself, sweetie?" "Oh my god," I said. "That is so not the right thing to say to someone about her new haircut!

The first time she'd gotten a short haircut-- paid for with her own money, thank you very much-- her mother had demanded to know if she was a lesbian.

Doing as many makeovers as I do, I've learned a few things about what makes women feel better about themselves. The starting point is usually getting a new haircut. I don't want to generalize, because every case is different, but I think it's best to err on the side of styling your hair shorter the older you get. In my opinion, it's generally not a good look for women over thirty to have hair way below their shoulders.

He obviously just got a haircut, because there's a slim line of white skin between where his tan stops and where the edge of his sun-bleached hair begins, like the curl of surf against a sandy beach.

he was gone off to London, merely to have his hair cut...there was an air of foppery and nonsense in it which she could not approve

I thought you didn't drink coffee, I said to Ranger. What about your body being a temple? He sipped at the coffee. It's my disguise. It goes with the haircut. Will you let your hair grow back? Probably. And then you'll stop drinking coffee? You ask a lot of questions, Ranger said. Just trying to figure this out.

Hey, look who's here!" Briggs said. "It's Aunt Stephanie." He was dressed in the tan suit, and it looked like he'd gotten a haircut. "What's with the suit?" I asked him. "I have a job interview, so Nick let me keep it a while longer. What happened with the Russian guy?" "The problem is solved." "I bet.

A policewoman, State, in a white paper hazmat suit, half unzipped, was standing in the middle of Porter, eating a pulled-pork sandwich. Flynne liked her haircut. Wondered if Tommy did. Then she wondered where you got a pulled-pork sandwich, this time of night.

Getting Heidi the last-minute appointment had required epic stylist-suckery, but Hollis was a firm believer in the therapeutic power of the right haircut.

We call it getting a haircut," Flynne said, giving him a look as she got to her feet, "back in frontier days.

I used to have a sort of spiky haircut and it just feels better to have short hair again.

North Korean dictator Kim Jong Un reportedly has had 15 of his top officials executed. So the lesson here is when Kim Jong Un comes to work with a new haircut, you tell him, 'Looking good, Un.'

Between a cold kitchen window gone opaque with the stove's wet heat and the breath of us, an open drawer, and the gilt ferrotype of identical boys flanking a blind vested father which hung in a square recession above the wireless's stand, my Mum stood and cut off my long hair in the uneven heat.

È ora che ti faccia accorciare i capelli» disse una mattina ad Ernesto sua madre. « Cosí non ti voglio piú vedere. Prima di pranzo, passa da Bernardo. Eccoti i soldi». Bernardo era un barbiere che aveva la bottega in faccia alla casa di Ernesto. Da piú di un mese la signora Celestina pregava Ernesto di farsi fare quella piccola operazione. Molto amante dell'ordine, non poteva vedere suo figlio andare in giro come un selvaggio

In the end, what choice does one have but to understand that truth, to really take it in, and then shop for groceries, get a haircut, do one's work; get one with the business of ones life. That's the hope, anyway.

Normally, I try to get my haircut when I'm in a developing country. Last time, it was in Vietnam.

We didn't have time to get you an actual haircut, she said. Seriously, did you do it yourself? Maybe without a mirror? I put a hand up to my head self-consciously and said, I had some help from the General. And, hey, I didn't say anything about your man-shoes. They're steel-toed, she said calmly. In case I need to plant them in anyone's ass as a result of him calling them man-shoes. And seriously, you let Toot help you with your hair?

His hair was cut close on the sides and long on top, gathered into a neat man bun.

You should always pay full price for a haircut, but if you have the chance to buy discount therapy you should grab it, because the markup on that shit is insane.

If you think that haircut makes you look like a Ranger, it doesn't. It makes you look like a fuckin' whorehouse doorknob." "Yeah, well, fuck you, too," the younger cop said.