Hair Quotes - Page 105

Lord, I never seen blue hair on a black woman before or since. Leroy say you look like a cracker from outer space.

The Brazilian bikini wax is torture. To show a little appreciation, you could trim your nose hair. And your nut sack.

I am a bit biased. I co-chair the campaign effort of George W. Bush.

I would literally have to go meet people so they could see I didn't have big red hair and wear high heels constantly. It was just really ingrained in people.

I was such a huge Bruce Willis fan because of all the Die Hards and Arnold Schwarzenegger was like 'the guy.' Kindergarten Cop was filmed in my home state and I was like, "He's awesome! Now he gets his hair cut next to me, it's fantastic. "

I've never worked with prosthetics before in that sort of capacity. I did a bit of prosthetic work when I had to give birth in Jude, which is quite a different set of prosthetics. But I had so much admiration for the hair and make-up department and the prosthetics team, who are actually based at Shepperton, and who put together that look for Hanna. I

I had to grow the hair down there. But because of years of waxing, as all of us girls know, it doesn't come back quite the way it used to. They even made me a merkin - a wig - because they were so concerned that I might not be able to grow enough.

In films I might look glamorous, but I've been in hair and make-up for two hours.

People always say you can't do a red lip if you have red hair but I've never shied away from it. I think you can absolutely do that. It's more about hair colour and complexion.

I have hair that looks like you could just take it off and plug a new style on.

Wisdom and white hair might not be as valued [in our society] as in different cultures.

Keelhaul the poets in the vestry chairs.

The Elephant Man would never have gotten up and gone, ‘Oh, God. Look at me hair today.’

Modern society, which, soon after its birth, pulled Plutus by the hair of his head from the bowels of the earth, greets gold as its Holy Grail, as the glittering incarnation of the very principle of its own life.

I don't understand the change of hair...Frankly, the fringe was a bad idea. It's not good.

Strong winds buffet the sea oats and tall dune grasses, tossing sand and seabirds where it will, winding my sister's golden hair into sunlit spirals of silk until it becomes the only good memory I have of her -- the only memory I allowed myself to keep.

A fecking flamethrower! Why didn't I think of that? Best I came up with was a measly hair dryer.

The sun's nearly level with the horizon, right behind his head, making this weird halo effect around his face—as if! I'm surprised he doesn't smell like brimstone. He probably has a red pitchfork and hides horns under his hair.

If I entered a tropical beach, would I end up in Nazi Germany with my highly inconvenient black hair?

raking a hand through his hair, he forced his attention to the text she'd left on the coffee table, refusing to dwell on the disconcerting fact that a part of him had taken one look at the lass in such proximity to his bed and said simply: Mine

Mircea must have heard us come in, but he continued what he was doing. He stood with his back to us, the candlelight on his bare skin causing his muscles to fall into sharp relief. He’d washed the river gunk out of his hair and now he threw it back, the water droplets shimmering in the light. The scene looked for all the world like a really good romance novel cover.

I looked up, but had to crane my head back, leaving the features above me wrong-side up. The clear green eyes were the same, and, unfortunately, so was the spiky blond hair. It didn’t look any better from this angle, I decided.

The Lord Protector and his hair got off the elevator.

Louis-Cesare’s anger suddenly filled the small room like water, and in a heartbeat his eyes went from silver tinged to as solid as two antique coins. I sat frozen, awash in a sea of power. I was beginning to understand why Mircea had wanted him along, only Daddy had failed to mention anything about the hair-trigger temper. I guess he assumed the red hair would clue me in.

The one broken window that permanently wouldn't roll up had destroyed her perfectly curled blond prom-hair, and by the time we got to the gym she looked like Marie Antoinette with bedhead.