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I dyed my hair blonde when I was 14. My mom was not happy. But I love being blonde.

Rita Ora

I didn't realize that everyone was so attracted to my hair. I thought, well what about my music?

Faith Hill

Men's fame is like their hair, which grows after they are dead, and with just as little use to them.

George Villiers

I feel old when I see mousse in my opponent's hair.

Andre Agassi

From my hair to my toes to my nails. Everything's fake. Everything! Even my heart is fake.

Adriana Lima

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

Amanda Seyfried

Beckham? His wife can't sing and his barber can't cut hair.

Brian Clough

Mr. Gweta looked ten years younger than Professor Khupe had expected. His jet-black hair was trimmed so neatly that it would make a manicured golf course look scruffy. His face was exceptionally smooth, giving the impression that he had been born wit...

The Hangman's Replacement: Sprout of Disruption

What do you love more?” she teased. “My hair or my heart?” “Why give me only two choices? Don’t leave out your legs, your laugh, the way you bite your lip when you’re thinking, the feel of your breath on my face, the sound of your voice i...

Ruin

There are so many charlatans in the world of education. They teach for a couple of years, come up with a few clever slogans, build their websites, and hit the lecture circuit. In this fast-food-society, simple solutions to complex problems are embrac...

Teach Like Your Hair's on Fire: The Methods and Madness Inside Room 56

I have a "Waiter, there's a hair in my soup" dance. It involves platform shoes, a mustache, and a hair net.

This is the story my great-grandfather told my father, who then told my grandfather, who then told me about how The Mythical Mr. Boo, Charles Manseur Fizzlebush Grissham III, better known as Mr. Fizzlebush, and Orafoura are all in fact me...

Like a battalion of marines at roll call, her neck hairs marshaled to five-alarm status. She stumbled back to her desk, jerked open the botton drawer, retrieved a pair of Nighthawk binoculars, fixed the scopes on him, and fiddled with the focus. Gotc...

Lori Wilde

It was at first almost as if he hadn't wanted to kiss her. His mouth was hard on hers, unyielding; then he put both arms around her and pulled her against him. His lips softened. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart, taste the sweetness of appl...

Cassandra Clare

Home is in my hair, my lips, my arms, my thighs, my feet and my hands. I am my own home. And when I wake up crying in the morning, thinking of how lonely I am, I pinch my skin, tug at my hair, remind myself that I am alive. Remind myself to step outs...

Diriye Osman

[Seymour is trying to interest a fellow collector in a record he's selling] Paul, the Fussy Guy - Record Collector: It has a enlarged centre hole and a hair-crack. Seymour: But the crack is so tight it's completely inaudible. Paul, the Fussy Guy - Re...

Ghost World

Mrs. Danvers: Oh, you've moved her brush, haven't you? [moves it slightly] Mrs. Danvers: There, that's better. Just as she always laid it down. "Come on, Danny, hair drill," she would say. [picks up the brush and goes through the motions of combing t...

Rebecca

It’s not that I’m particularly worried about growing old. Nor am I all that bothered about wrinkles, grey hair and all that. BUT. Major but. I don’t like the idea of dying – not when i have so much left to do! That, people, is the rather unwe...

Anna Belfrage

Marry me," he said. "Marry me, Tess. Marry me and be Tessa Herondale. Or be Tessa Gray, or be whatever you wish to call yourself, but marry me and stay with me and never leave me, for I cannot bear another day of my life to go by that does not have y...

Clockwork Princess

I know how you are with your words, and, Will- I love all of them. Every word you say. The silly ones, the mad ones, the beautiful ones, and the ones that are only for me. I love them, and I love you." - Tessa Gray

Clockwork Princess

She could hear him swallow, and then his face was against hers, his own damp. "I'm so lucky you would have me, my Phoebe, as my wife and my love. You've brought the sun into my lonely, gray life." (Captain James Trevellion)

Dearest Rogue

Una rosa se despertó en su sangre y ensombreció sus mejillas. Un agitado aliento separó los pétalos de sus labios, que temblaron. Sobre ella sopló algún viento sur de pasión y movió los delicados pliegos de su vestido

El retrato de Dorian Gray