599 Quotes About Hair

Her hair dreamt about being very carefully combed in the morning.

There, a string of her hair gets released from the top of her ears and here, another stroke of his breath gets stuck in midway.

He remember a few flashes of long hair and could smell the lingering scent of perfume, what he could discern with much experience was good perfume, not that cheap shit sorority girls or the average woman would splash on on before going out but the type a woman would only wear if she had a special occasion or was quite wealthy.

Another theory about hair, not from my mother, but from the best friend. A woman who cuts her hair drastically is set to make some decisions.

My hair was mousy brown, parted in the center, straight and not particularly thick. Human hair, doing what human hair does: growing on my head.

My curls defined me; even my personality was curly, bouncy, springy, and playfully twisted.

She could hear her hair growing.

My hair doesn’t take well to instruction.

My mother has a theory about hair. It is that the longer the hair grows, the dumber a person becomes. She warns that too much hair will suck nutrients away from the head and leave it empty.