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...
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...
[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...
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...
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...
How bad could things be if my hair was neat?
I played rugby from the age of 10 until my late twenties; an unlikely player - small, quiet, long-haired and 'wiry.'
His fingers have been slowly lacing through my hair.
Don't let your girlfriend cut your hair!
Between the suit and the pinkish hair, he looks like an emo gangster.
A brick could be used as a comb, if you’re bald and have no hair.
I made my Broadway debut in the revival of Hair and followed it up with the bus and truck tour of Grease.
I had this bad-boy-from-New York vibe going, dressed like a punk rocker with spiky hair.
My mum is about five foot with her hair done. Without it she's about four foot 10.
Don't try to dress like me or wear your hair like mine. Find your own style.
Good luck is just bad luck with its hair combed.
The American Race is marked by a brown complexion; long, black, lank hair; and deficient beard.
I slipped at a bus stop; I went one way and my hair went the other. That was the end of my wig.
Sleep without the fragrance of her hair next to him was impossible.
When my hair is dyed, I feel like I'm 35 again.
In films I might look glamorous, but I've been in hair and make-up for two hours.
