Hair Quotes

Long hair is a security blanket for me. I cut it short a few years ago and I really never want to do that again. When I do cut it, I cut it myself.

Every rock'n'roll band I know, guys with long hair and tattoos, plays golf now.

When I was like sixteen, I was a total chick I had big hair. I was seen as this attractive girl, and I would get all this attention. And then I just cut off my hair, and I quit playing that game.

I hate it. I just do. That [artificial turf], local news, the IRS, and hair dryers are the four worst inventions of the century.

I'm sure there's somebody out there who doesn't like Betty White because she's short and has white hair.

I do have bad hair days. If I fall asleep with it slightly damp, I wake up and it'll all be piled up on top in a mess.

I love when I go out and I have my hair and makeup done, but I also like it when I'm just with the family because that's real.

I'm half Scottish, half Welsh and I regard red hair as perfectly ordinary. And to set the record straight, contrary to reports, he has never referred to himself as the 'Ginger Ninja'.

I definitely know that I'm quirky. I know that I'm different. Red hair definitely made me different growing up.

I didn't come in here to argue with a woman with big hair

When power ballads come back, we'll get big hair again.

I love getting dressed up for red carpet events and having my hair and makeup done professionally - that definitely helps with nerves of going down the red carpet.

I can be whatever. I can wear shoes or don't wear shoes. I can tie my hair up or wear it down. It doesn't matter.

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

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.

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

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

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

It is not white hair that engenders wisdom.

At the Christmas party, the secretary with the long red hair ate three pickles, and four salesmen panicked.

When I had dark hair I definitely felt that I was more anonymous.

Ladies with curly hair / Have time to spare.

I think I'm more approachable with long hair. When it's short, I come across as being artsy and weird.

I couldn't resist him, his eyes were like yours, his hair was exactly the shade of brown. He's just not as tall, but I couldn't tell, it was dark and I was lying down.

Anything anybody's used, a comb, a lock of hair, a drop of sweat, anything that comes from somebody's body has incredible magical power.

I grew up in a poor family. I had to cut everyone's hair, because we didn't have money for entertainment.

She wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes. She spoke to no one. She spent hours on the riverbank. She smoked cigarettes and had midnight swims.

In the '60s not everybody was wearing flowers in their hair and flowing caftans.

A lot of senators are so worried about convention and how they look that they wouldn't let their hair down if they had any.

The whiter my hair becomes, the more ready people are to believe what I say.

I shampoo only once a week or so, with tree tea oil shampoo. And when I slap moisturizer on my face - just some stuff I bought in the grocery store - I pile it through my hair.

They wouldn't play my records on American radio because I had spiky hair. They said, 'Punk rock doesn't sell advertising, it won't make any money.'

FLYING DOWN SUNSET SMOKING CRACK TRANSVESTITE IN THE FRONT EDDI MURPHY IN THE BACK MOP HAD ME GRINDY AND GRIDDY MARILYN MANSON, I DYED MY HAIR BLUE AND GREW SOME TITTIES

If you can't change your surroundings, change your hair color.

Balding if God's way of showing you are only human... He takes the hair off your head and puts it in your ears.

I don't go for girls who have beach blond hair, that stereotypical girl thing. But, you know, whatever comes around.

One day, in 1982, for 15 minutes, my hair was perfect.

Our spirits grow gray before our hairs.

As a teenager I was crazy about David Bowie. He was a huge inspiration for me. I dressed a little bit crazily in school and dyed my hair every colour under the sun.

If I cut my hair, others did. If I shortened my dresses, so did everyone else.

I understand that if I really need my hair to be nice, now I hire someone to do it, and I understand that putting on a pair of heels really makes a difference.

Approached literally, there's but a hair's difference between You'd better not pout, you'd better not cry, and Don't scream.

She wanted to cry, but she did not want Peter to see her cry, and she especially did not want Teacher, with her flowing hair, to see her cry.

I had my shortcomings - crazy hair, braces, bad skin and all that stuff. I went through it all.

The drama bug strikes hardest with Jews, homosexuals and plump women who wear their hair in bangs. These are people who, for one reason or another, desperately crave attention

I'd like a glass of cold gravy with a hair in it, please.

Within days they'd formed an unholy alliance with a foppish young French vampire in the Garden District who had implausibly golden hair and a streak of ruthlessness as wide as the Mississippi

Einstein was always looking for a unifying principle for the universe. I think anxiety about hair is the unifying principle.

Silver gray hair Neatly combed in place There were four generations Of love on her face She was so wise No surprise passed her eyes She's seen it all

Una's face was an unbroken block of calculation, saving where, upon her upper lip, a little down of hair fluttered. Yet it gave one an uncanny feeling. It made one think of a tassel on a hammer.