Quotes of: Gray-hair Keyword

My hair looked like a baby oppossum had taken refuge in it, invited some friends over, and thrown a party.

Apollyon

He buried his hands in the rich velvet of her hair. “I thought I’d die for wanting you.

Heather and Velvet

A fecking flamethrower! Why didn't I think of that? Best I came up with was a measly hair dryer.

Iced

Tolerance! The virtue that makes one bite his tongue so that he can tear out his hair.

Killosophy

Man, Grandma, what big hair you have." "The better to style with, my dear.

Red Rider's Hood

... keeping her wild-honey-and-chamomile-soaked hair from falling into her oatmeal-and-yogurt face mask

The Real Real

Heat in her birds of prey fingertips, smoke of gilded flowers in her aureate gorging hair.

Seraphic Addiction

Most of the people are homesick anyway, and a little lonely, and they hide themselves in their hair and are turned into flowers

Sculptor's Daughter

I know I'm going to shred the skin off your face and turn it into hair ribbons.

Never Fade

Sin became a luxury, a flower set in her hair, a diamond fastened on her brow.

La Curée

Sadness is like growing of hairs around our ass; we may not like it or want it, but it is surprisingly always there.

LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESS

First people lose their hair, then their vices, then their motivation. Then a toupee brings it all flowing back.

Some Inspiration for the Overenthusiastic

I want to make love, but my hair smells of war and running and running.

Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth

To have her here in bed with me, breathing on me, her hair in my mouth—I count that something of a miracle.

Tropic of Cancer

But if we do not dream, then I think perhaps we are misusing our heads. They are not on our shoulders only to be farms for hair.

The Plover

And he wallowed in disgust and loathing, and his hair stood on end at the delicious horror.

Perfume: The Story of a Murderer

This is my child, he said. I wash a dead man's brains out of his hair. That is my job.

The Road

The last thing she remembered before finally drifting off was how nice Steffi's hair smelled.

Taken by Storm

Every man wishes to be king." Her hair snapped about her, buzzing.

A Thousand Perfect Things

The things I've bought from strangers in the dark would curl your hair.

When You Are Engulfed in Flames

If you look over the years, the styles have changed - the clothes, the hair, the production, the approach to the songs. The icing to the cake has changed flavors. But if you really look at the cake itself, it's really the same.

John Oates