599 Quotes About Hair

The night crackled ... Everything had turned to static electricity in the heat. I combed my hair to watch the sparks fly from the ends.

Buthe had the kindest face in the world, with big, dark eyes and buzzed-cutbrown hair.

The summer brings new and unwanted orange freckles to my face. I hate my hair and my skin...kids call me freckle-face strawberry. My hair is cherry. Who wants that?

Red hair like yours is unusual in all corners of the world. Other folk have often feared the red-haired as witches, or called them soul-less... But, it's the perfect color for a mage!Red is the color of the Earth itself, and of the fire that burns within it -- and of the blood in our own veins"- Lindel, Ancient Magus Bride, V4

Who cuts hair, while she is heart broken. Is it just me"?

Inside I was freaking out! OMG! His hair is falling out! This just got real.

No one likes it, apart from blind people, and I'm sure even they can sense it's profound ugliness as it passes by.

In a way the philosopher and the barber are of the same guild; the barber cuts hair and the philosopher splits hairs.

She could hear her hair growing. It sounded like something crumbling. A burnt thing crumbling. Coal. Toast. Moths crisped on a light bulb. She remembered reading somewhere that even after people died, their hair and nails kept growing. Like starlight, travelling through the universe long after the stars themselves had died. Like cities. Fizzy, effervescent, simulating the illusion of life while the planet they had plundered died around them.