Hair Quotes - Page 57

Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm

My friends are gone and my hair is grey. I ache in places I used to play. And I’m crazy for love but I’m not coming on. I’m just paying my rent every day in the tower of song.

I'm always having to be told to brush my hair.

I always change my hair, but I don't like haircuts!

The loveliest hair is nothing, if the wearer is incapable of a grace.

I could croak with no warning, and the only tragedy anyone would experience would be showing up on the last day of my estate sale simply to discover that all remaining items had copious amounts of dog hair on them.

My English teacher has no face. She has uncombed stringy hair that droops on her shoulders. The hair is black from her part to her ears and then neon orange to the frizzy ends. I can't decide if she had pissed off her hairdresser or is morphing into a monarch butterfly. I call her Hairwoman.

The first time I saw you, at the Governor, I handn't been to watch the birds at the border in years. But that's what you reminded me of. You were jumping up, and you were yelling something, and your hair was coming loose from your ponytail, and you were so fast..." He shakes his head. "Just a flash, and then you were gone, Exactly like a bird.

Electricity is derived from many non-renewable energy sources like oil, natural gas and coal.

The urge at that moment to reach across and touch Willow--to link his fingers through hers as she rested her hand on her thigh, or stroke her bright hair back from her temple--was almost overpowering. He crossed his arms over his chest. "Yep, definitely time for a coffee break," he said, closing his eyes. "You see right through me.

I wish I had more hair on my head. Maybe if I sprinkled fertilizer on it, it would grow

No nose hair. Ever. You'd be surprised at all the little twigs sticking out. I just can't get it. How can you see that and not just want to hack it off?

Sit, Your High Majestic Lord Princes," she said. She yanked a chair from the table and sat herself down. "You're in fine temper," Raffin said. "Your hair is blue," Katsa snapped back.

You're in fine temper," Raffin said. "Your hair is blue," she snapped back.

I go outside, and I'm wearing a funky T-shirt and my hair is dirty, and people say, 'What's wrong with her? She needs to invest in a hairbrush.'

I just let my hair go - if there's no hairdresser around I really can't be bothered!

I like when my face tingles, when the hair on the back of my neck stands up.

I have faced Death. I have been caught in the wild weed tangles of Her hair, seen the gleam of her jade eyes. I will go when it is time - no choice! - but now I want life.

If he had another hair on his back, he'd be up a tree.

That's where I got my start and where I'll continue to work, but I can't tell you the number of films between Drugstore Cowboy and Curly Sue that I auditioned for and wanted that didn't choose me.

I've never had my hair cut by anybody, I do it all myself.

The most important criteria for a DNC chair is going to be vision.

I could announce one morning that the world was going to blow up in three hours and people would be calling in about my hair!

I just like to shake things up, and your hair is one way to do it.

I have always believed that hair is a very sure index of character.