Hair Quotes - Page 76

I have declared again and again that if I say Aryans, I mean neither blood nor bones, nor hair nor skull; I mean simply those who speak an Aryan language. In that sense, and in that sense only, do I say that even the blackest Hindus represent an earlier stage of Aryan speech and thought than the fairest Scandinavians. To me an ethnologist who speaks of Aryan race, Aryan blood, Aryan eyes and hair, is as great a sinner as a linguist who speaks of a dolichocephalic dictionary or a brachycephalic grammar.

I've discovered over the years that if my hair is all right, then generally speaking, so am I.

I am fine with the fact that some of my hair is gray. If it was all gray overnight, that would be a scary thing.

my family, although it keeps its hair, turns gray early - a business asset but a social handicap.

Most great parts for guys in wheelchairs tend to go to actors who walk.

Everyone has a bad hair day; the trick is not to have one on picture day.

You might find me outside with a can of hair spray, spraying it with the hope that the sun will burn a hole in the Earth. Another part of me hopes people will grow up and evolve and get smarter. That's the paradox of Marilyn Manson.

I soon discovered, after I became chairman of the NEH, that, for a number of academics, the truth was not merely irrelevant - it no longer existed.

Beethoven and Liszt have contributed to the advent of long hair.

If you want the law to leave you alone, keep your hair trimmed and your boots shined.

You mean the fact that Tom Arnold would spend more time with the hair and makeup people than I would?

From depicting the past, so goes the suspicion, it is a short step to glorifying the past.

The strongest common bond between the genders is the universally acknowledged truth that both men and women are unhappy with their hair.

Hair is the greatest thing to experiment with because it's not permanent. If I didn't like my colour, I'd just change it.

I love going out dancing. There is nothing better than letting your hair down and staying up far too late, is there?

Geneva has the sleepy tidiness of a man who combs his hair while yet in his pyjamas.

It's amazing the things that you cry at. I cry when I smell my son's hair in the morning. We have a moment of peace and I'll be like, 'Ahhhh! How can you love this much?'

I'm known for long colorful locs but I still don't take my hair too seriously. Changing it helps express who I am.

I only grow hair in places that men like.

When I was 14 years old, I literally just had to cut off all my ends because I was just a frizzball from the sun, like I absolutely killed my hair. So from that day on, I had leave-in conditioner stuck to me 24/7.

I kept my arms around Joi and my face buried deep in her hair while I waited for Peter Pan to slip through the window. I thought I needed him to tell me what I should do. But he never showed up. He left me alone with a girl who smelled of jasmine and cocoa butter. And before I fell asleep, I finally realized that was more than enough.

It's my red hair that interferes with my good sense. All that color so close to my brain, it plum disorients me most days.

Rachel,” came a raspy voice from the upper level, and both Trent and I turned. It was Quen, wrapped in a blanket as if it was a death shroud, the black-haired intern at his side, supporting him. His hair was plastered to his skull with sweat, and I could see him wavering as he stood there. “Don’t touch Trenton,” he said, his gravelly voice clear in the hush, “or I’m going to have to come down there…and smack you around.

She had brillant red hair, like honey and roses and the sun all together.

Marlee, what are you doing? Get under a tent before you burn your skin." She gave me a polite smile. "I'm happy here." "No, really," I said, putting a hand around her arm. "You'll look like my hair.