...I recall that day on the beach - the sand so brilliant, the clouds so massive, and the wind punishing your hair...
Thirty--the promise of a decade of loneliness, a thinning list of single men to know, a thinning brief-case of enthusiasm, thinning hair.
Look. Survey. Inspect. My hair is ruined! I look like a pan of bacon and eggs!
She wakes in a puddle of sunlight. Her hands asleep beside her. Her hair draped on the lawn like a mantle of cloth.
In our world, I rank music somewhere between hair ribbons and rainbows in terms of usefulness.
Her smile was like a swift light passing across a darkened room. ("Hair")
Running, the music flew into him, became the wind that pushed back his hair and the slap of his own feet on the pavement.
I looked at her for three seconds, or five perhaps, with fearful hatred-that hate which is only a hair's-breath from love, from the maddest love!
A brick could be used as a Red Beard Replacement, for those of us who can’t grow facial hair, but desire the respect a beard brings.
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.
