Quotes About Blond

Having money is rather like being a blond. It is more fun but not vital.

The speaker was stringy and angular, his blond hair pulled back in a ponytail, his plaid workman's shirtsleeves rolled up around his pale biceps. Journalism major, I guessed.

I walked into this industry blond with red lips, and I will leave this industry blond with red lips. Mark my words.

Dyeing my hair has become a kind of addiction. I can't see myself as anything other than blond. Once you go blond, you stay blond forever.

I didn't want to end up in Hollywood having facelifts and my hair dyed blond so I could appear on my own album cover.

I'm not a natural blonde.

I've only dyed my hair blond once, after 'Varsity Blues.'

I had a bowl cut. That was pretty bad. Definitely a bowl cut. And I used to have blond, like really, really, blond hair when I was a kid. So blond bowl cut - that's what I was rocking when I was a little kid.

Being blond just makes me feel happier, like when the sun's hitting you. The blond pops. It's cheerful.

When we were kids, I remember we'd use lemon in our hair and go into the sun, hoping it would make us blond. Obviously, I have very dark hair and olive skin, and when I was a kid, I wanted to be blond, of course. It never worked.

Uh...aren't you in Hollywood right now? You know, dancing up a storm with uberwitch Madison? I mean, that lovely girl, Madison? Only if Hollywood is in Willow Falls these days. And judging by the lack of tan skin and fake blond hair, I'm gonna say it's not.

Her short blond hair shifted in the wind, and she appeared the very definition of peace and comfort. Like she belonged in the world that had existed before everything was scorched.

I am so used to seeing a blond in the mirror that I forget that for most of my life I was very dark. Old photos are still a bit of a shock.

I've never been anything than a blond my whole life. There was one time when I dyed the ends pink. My father said if I ever did that again, he'd shave my head and keep me home 'til it grew back.

in a middle of a room stands a suicide sniffing a Paper rose smiling to a self somewhere it is Spring and sometimes people are in real:imagine somewhere real flowers,but I can't imagine real flowers for if I could,they would somehow not Be real (so he smiles smiling)but I will not everywhere be real to you in a moment The is blond with small hands & everything is easier than I had guessed everything would be;even remembering the way who looked at whom first,anyhow dancing

the blond absence of any program except last and always and first to live makes unimportant what i and you believe;

Un bébé titube avec des gestes d'ivrogne. Charmant, ce bébé, pas dangereux, pas jugeur de Juifs. Envie de l'embrasser. Non, trop blond, antisémite dans vingt ans.

He's here! That's Damon over there!" Because of his height, Noah had a clear shot of the man she was pointing to. But he still couldn't believe what he was seeing. "Oh, come on," he groaned. "A blond haired, blue-eyed demon?" He glanced at Willow just in time to catch her impish grin. "He's adorable, isn't he?" "Yeah, he's friggin' precious," he muttered...

figure of the ideal Aryan, with blond hair and blue eyes – hair the colour of the sun, eyes the colour of the sky. The supreme embodiment of Western humanity is Christ, whose whitening in Christian iconography was such that his 'hair and his beard were given the colour of sunshine, the brightness of the light above, while his eyes retained the colour of the sky from which he descended and to which he returned' (Bastide 1967: 315).

Huh, said Percy. Never seen Jason fly before. He looks like a blond superman.

I would miss months of school and then return with bright blond hair. Needless to say, there was bullying. I wasn't beaten up daily, but there was name-calling and jealousy. You have to bear in mind that 'Harry Potter' wasn't cool. I wasn't part of the 'Terminator' franchise.

For a while, the story of Luka Doncic seemed like a myth: the tale of a blond basketball demigod with supernatural mental and physical powers, a 6-foot-8 Slovenian teenager whose name was whispered only in the nerdiest corners of the NBA internet.

When I was six, I entered a talent contest. I dyed my hair blond, had a chainsaw and pretended I was Eminem. The old folk weren't expecting that.

Aesthetically, I don't really like the blond, tan thing. I am pale. So I may as well embrace the pale. Long, blond hair and a bad spray tan is the stuff of my nightmares.