The other reason I like your hair down is that I've fantasized about having these silken tresses wrapped around my fist as I'm fucking you
I have white hair now, but a lot of it, and I'm still very glamorous, and so I won't disappoint, I hope! I'll still be wearing the tight leather trousers and high-heel boots, regardless of what age!
I envy the sensibility in Europe, appreciating beauty in women as they age. I'm going to go that way. I might dye my gray hair for a bit, but beyond that the buck stops. I'm not having any work done.
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 not dead and I don't have blue hair but some people say there are similarities. It is usually intolerable to watch myself onscreen but this time it's fine. I think it's beautiful and a real work of art.
The dark-haired girl behind Winston had begun crying out: 'Swine! Swine! Swine!', and suddenly she picked up a heavy Newspeak dictionary and flung it at the screen.
It doesn't have to be dreads. You can wear an Afro, or braids like you used to. There's a lot you can do with natural hair
I want my kids to have the things in life that I never had when I was growing up. Things like beards and chest hair.
And so they stood on the walls of the City of Gondor, and a great wind rose and blew, and their hair, raven and golden, streamed out mingling in the air.
An elegant woman is a woman who despises you and has no hair under her arms.
Her hair was pulled back so severely, it would have won approval from the Spanish Inquisition as a method of torture.
I figured even the most jaded and cynical inhabitant might report a bloody girl in a party dress carrying a severed head by its hair.
Hopes are like hair ornaments. Girls want to wear too many of them. When they become old women they look silly wearing even one.
He's tall with shaggy blond hair and muscular arms. He's holding a twenty-dollar bill. He's muscular. And he's holding a twenty--wait, I already said that.
If you want the law to leave you alone, keep your hair trimmed and your boots shined.
I don’t believe that," I said, and he raised his brow beneath his shaggy hair. "I never asked you to.” (Jessica)
Death wasn't a movie where the pretty star faded away with a touch of pale makeup and every hair in place.
I never plan for the future but wander into it with a smile on my face, hope in my heart, and the hair up on the nape of my neck.
Evil became invisible when it was everywhere. Like air, everyone forgot it was there until it was blowing hard enough to knock off their hat or muss up their hair.
She grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth tighter against her lips. She wanted to possess and devour him.
If my hair was on fire and llamas came to put it out, he'd tell me the shot was great.
