599 Quotes About Hair
- Author Cynthia Hand
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As your abilities begin to grow, your angelic side will start to manifest itself in more noticeable ways.""My angelic side. Great. Like I don't have enough to deal with.""It's not so bad," Mom says. "You'll learn to control it.""I'll learn to control my hair?
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- Author Kamand Kojouri
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The greatest thinkers have attempted to find who we are where we come from and why we are here but the greatest enigmas to me are how your hair is a lasso that captures the stars how your eyes are lakes that drown my doubts and how your skin is the sun bursting all at once. If I knew these answers I’d know everything for you alone contain the entire universe.
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- Author Ilona Andrews
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He had the prettiest hair she had ever seen on a man: dark brown, almost black, and soft like sable, it fell down to his shoulders. She wondered what he'd do if she threw some mud in it. Probably kill her.
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- Author William Hjortsberg
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Her wavy, shoulder-length hair was the colour of polished mahogany.
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- Author Kamand Kojouri
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Do the lovers know that when they whisper these poems they are commemorating our love?Do they ever think of you and meor only of themselves?Do they know that I once found a strand of your hairand wore it around my necklike a necklace?That I kiss your handsmore than I kiss your lips?Do they realise that our love and their love are drops in the universe’s ocean of loveand that without any of these drops, the ocean would be less?
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- Author Frank Zappa
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Well, in this world of basic stereotyping, give a guy a big nose and some weird hair and he is capable of anything.
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- Author Marjane Satrapi
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I have always thought that if women's hair posed so many problems, God would certainly have made us bald.
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- Author Laini Taylor
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When they had hurried to the train station with their violin cases, they had drawn almost as many stares as they would on any normal day when their hair was to their knees and sheeting behind them like red silk. A poetic fruit-seller had told them once that they looked like dryads, and they did still, only now they looked like dryads who had tired of snagging their hair on brambles and sliced it all off on the edge of a knife.
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- Author Markus Zusak
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... And the boy whose hair remained the color of lemons forever.
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