Hair Quotes

I don't think we should base so much on weight, muscles, and a good hair day, but when it happens, it's nice. It really is.

Oh, torture. Torture. My pubic hairs went gray.

It is also true that his hair had a reddish tinge and, as everybody knows, no one with red hair can ever truly be said to be handsome.

I thought you could play ... You've got nothing. Where's the big hair? I brought my scissors today so I could cut the hair. You've got nothing.

I hate tricky facial hair. If your facial hair is too spotty in places, shave. Just forget about it.

Why am I beating my hair up? Because I want it to look like something that it isn't? These are questions that I've been pondering my whole life.

People can graduate from beauty school and know everything about white hair and nothing about African-American hair.

She was a thin woman in a mustard-yellow suit, with a yellowish complexion, short-cropped rusty red hair, and a stiff posture. She reminded Reynie of a giant walking pencil.

Nobody who cooks does it with full hair and makeup in front of a TV camera.

Being Indian-American, I have tremendous potential to grow facial hair.

What made us dream that he could comb gray hair?

We have inherited a great music. This music is a holdover. It comes with us like the skin, the texture of our hair. It's our memory banks.

Don't. Please, just let me hold you a little bit longer," he mumbled into my hair

Ay Dad, brush my hair one time. Hey pops! Come brush my hair.

I made a braid because Chinese old people, they say that the God will take you by the hair to join you with - but God didn't take me, so I cut the braid.

All I want is beautiful. I mean, I like grey hair, I love wrinkles. But this is me.

Donald Trump announces this morning that he will run for president. His hair will announce on Friday.

He seemed so certain about everything, didn't he? And yet none of his certainties was worth one hair of a woman's head. He wasn't even sure he was alive, because he was living like a dead man.

I think you always feel like you're about a hair's breadth away from being a bad actor anyway... It's not too hard to let the rope go slack, so to speak.

My hair takes a while to get right, I use wax to get it to stand up.

Does my hair look alright? Of course, it looks alright. Why am I asking you for? ...We get lunch right? ...Can we get this thing going? I gotta meet my girlfriend for a martini.

My look is pretty low maintenance, I have a great team around me for hair and make-up, and they have also taught me some great tricks over the years for when I'm doing my own.

If I'm doing my hair myself, I just wash it and let it naturally dry. I'm actually quite good at doing hair; if I wear it up I usually do it myself.

A fly, a grape-stone, or a hair can kill.

The meeting points the sacred hair dissever From the fair head, forever, and forever! Then flashed the living lightning from her eyes, And screams of horror rend th' affrighted skies.

The discovery of a grey hair when you are brushing out your whiskers of a morning - first fallen flake of the coming snows of age - is a disagreeable thing.

Well, have you ever thought of bathing?' I asked, turning away. 'No one wants to hire a wizard who smells worse than their outhouse. And who knows what creatures are living in that hair?

Angus looked at Hamish. "I hate it when Mom and Dad fight." Hamish smoothed his brother's messy hair. "Me too.

The two of us warmed by a bold beam of light that wicks the moisture from my dress, my hair, and my skin—returning it to the sky where it promises to find me again in the form of dew, snow, or rain.

Not having hair makes me feel like a cancer patient.

A smoky eye and nice hair are not going to make my night any easier.

I don't dye my hair and I can go without makeup.

In my stiff, brocaded gown. With my powdered hair and jeweled fan, I too am a rare Pattern.

These television shows that have 14 shots of somebody looking at each other with the wind blowing through their hair drive me insane.

I was inspired more by early Bette Midler. I do wear a fancy dress and very high heels - and extra high hair. My goal is to obliterate all earnestness.

Well, I actually tell my son that I don't have any hair because he asked me the same question that I gave it to him when he was born, so he actually still believes that. He's five years old.

If the hairs on my neck stand up while Im writing, I figure the reader will get the same kind of shock.

I try to look nice. I comb my hair, I tie my tie, I put on a jacket, but I draw the line when it comes to trimming my eyebrows. You work with what you got.

I'm the type of individual that I enjoy watching any different cultural lives, and I see the common humanity even though the hair textures are different or the skin tones are varied.

I was at a U2 concert and someone asked me if my hair color was real... I thought to myself, if I had $1 for every time someone asked me this, I would be very rich.

I knew her hair and her coloring and her shapes would be different next time, but the way she wore her body would keep on.

Like cellulite creams or hair-loss tonics, capital punishment is one of those panaceas that isn't. Only it costs a whole lot more.

My hair is always a big topic. It is just hair.

My eyes are green, my hair is silver and I freckly; the rest is subject to change without notice.

For several long moments we remained locked together, and I think I covered her hair with small sacred kisses, her perfume crucifying me with memories.

There is joy in all: in the hair I brush each morning, in the Cannon towel, newly washed, that I rub my body with each morning.

I'll Vacuum up my stale hair, I'll pay all my neighbors' bad debts, I'll write a poem called Yellow and put my lips down to drink it up.

I've never been a social person. When I grew up, the other girls would all be combing their hair and exchanging lipstick, and I just couldn't do that group thing.

An hour before I got cast in [Victorious] they called and asked if it'd be okay for them to do ANYTHING they wanted with my hair, even a blue mohawk or a bald head and I eagerly said yes!

My entire life had been this long, pressured conversation about the family I represented. 'When you walk out the door, you represent us. You have to dress well and make sure your hair is combed.