hair

Link	Quote	Tags	Author
36b92c6	Relaxing your hair is like being in prison. You're caged in. Your hair rules you. You didn't go running with Curt today because you don't want to sweat out this straightness. You're always battling to make your hair do what it wasn't meant to do.	black hair race	Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
7103769	... And the boy whose hair remained the color of lemons forever.	color death forever hair lemon memory	Markus Zusak
d96ba61	I have always thought that if women's hair posed so many problems, God would certainly have made us bald.	hair hijab islam religion religious-beliefs veil womanhood women	Marjane Satrapi
2aeedce	"Your hair is winter fire, January embers.	ben-hanscom fire haiku hair it love love-quotes stephen-king	Stephen King
a45ec7e	they love their hair because they're not smart enough to love anything more interesting	funny hair love	John Green
f4a5236	"I'm talking about a little truth-in-packaging here. To be perfectly frank, you don't quite like yourself. And if you walk around looking like someone other than who you are, you could end up getting the wrong job, the wrong friends, who knows what-all. You could end up with somebody else's life." I shrugged again, and smiled. "This is my life," I said. "It doesn't seem like the wrong one."	hair haircut identity life self	Michael Cunningham
2633f68	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.	cerise funny hair ilona-andrews the-edge william	Ilona Andrews
4ae714a	Not at all. It's why people come. They say it's about looking smart, or beautiful, or professional, but it's not. Gray-haired ladies try to recapture their former brunette. Brunettes want to go blond. Other women go for colors that don't arise in nature. Each group thinks it's completely different than the others, but I don't see it that way. I've watched them looking at themselves in the mirror, and they're not interested in conforming or rebelling, they just want to walk out of here feeling like themselves again.	hair individuality self	Antony John
7bd4478	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	black hair race women	Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
9b8eaf5	It was an odd situation. For a century and a half, men got rid of their own hair, which was perfectly comfortable, and instead covered their heads with something foreign and uncomfortable. Very often it was actually their own hair made into a wig. People who couldn't afford wigs tried to make their hair look like a wig.	hair history humor wig	Bill Bryson
ef60273	Some of us are happy with our African hair, thank you very much. I don't want some poor Indian girl's hair. And I wish to God I could buy black hair products from black people for once. How we going to make it in this country if we don't make our own business?	asian-hair asians black-people business england hair inequality london race uk	Zadie Smith
8b18db0	It was black-black, so thick it drank two containers of relaxer at the salon, so full it took hours under the hooded dryer, and, when finally released from pink plastic rollers, sprang free and full, flowing down her back like a celebration. Her father called it a crown of glory.	afro-hair black-hair hair	Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
ddeb5db	Phyllida's hair was where her power resided. It was expensively set into a smooth dome, like a band shell for the presentation of that long-running act, her face.	face faces hair personal-appearance simile	Jeffrey Eugenides
8e83002	She was a thin, sickly, bony child, like an eft, with fine hair like sunlit smoke.	description hair imagery	A.S. Byatt
54de0df	I brushed it until it shone and looked somewhat like it used to look, only far thinner, and less glorious.	brush brushing brushing-hair glorious hair hair-care long-hair looks shine shiny-hair thick-hair thin thin-hair used-to	V.C. Andrews
49b2583	"I lay my fantasy in the backseat of Isa's car and slide in next to her. She snuggles up, using me as her personal pillow, her blond curls sprawled over my crotch. I close my eyes for a second, trying to get the image out of my head. And I don't know what to do with my hands. My right one is on the door armrest. My left one hovers over Brittany. I hesitate. Who am I kidding? I'm not a virgin. I'm an eighteen-year-old guy who can deal with having a hot, passed-out girl next to me. Why am I afraid of putting my arm where it's comfortable, right over her midsection? I hold my breath as I settle my arm on her. She cuddles closer and I'm feeling weird and light-headed. Either it's the aftereffects from the joint or . . . I don't want to think about the "or." Her long hair is wrapped around my thigh. Without thinking, I weave my hands in her hair and watch as the silky strands slowly fall through the V's between my fingers."	asleep brittany-ellis cuddle hair intimate snuggle-pillow touch	Simone Elkeles
f747f6a	"He blew himself up." "Get out! You mean like guts all over the place?" "Not all over the place," I said. "He was pretty well contained, all things considered."	explosion fire hair	Janet Evanovich
3af2c00	Mortimer Lindquist seemed to have finally given in to the inevitable. I'd seen him with a bad toupee, and with an even worse comb-over, but this was the first time I'd seen him sporting a full-on Charles Xavier.	funny hair x-men	Jim Butcher
2e2898a	In fact, in recent years I have become more and more didactic about pubic hair - to the point where I now believe that there are only four things a grown, modern woman should have: a pair of yellow shoes (they unexpectedly go with everything), a friend who will come and post bail at 4 a.m., a fail-safe pie recipe, and a proper muff. A big, hairy minge. A lovely furry moof that looks - when she sits, naked - as if she has a marmoset sitting in her lap. A tame marmoset, that she can send of to pickpocket things, should she so need it - like that trained monkey in Raiders of the Lost Ark.	hair vaginas	Caitlin Moran
1f7cd4f	"Then he began plucking the pins from her hair, carefully, without touching her anywhere else, and Eve began to wonder if 'hair' could possibly be erotic. She found herself holding her breath, listening to his deep, even exhalations as he worked, her hair loosening and beginning to slide. It fell all at once, uncoiling heavily over her shoulders. She turned her head to look at him, suddenly shy. He was staring at her hair. "It's beautiful," he murmured, burying his fingers in the long tresses, gently working apart the strands, lifting and spreading them. "Like liquid gold." He suddenly lifted the mass to his face. "And perfumed. Like flowers." "Lily of the valley." He made her feel exotic, still dressed in her sensible gray frock, only her hair loose about her shoulders. "Lily of the valley," he murmured. "I'll remember that scent forever now, and whenever I smell it again I'll think of you, Eve Dinwoody. You'll be haunting my tomorrows evermore." She gasped and turned, looking up at him. She'd thought that he'd be smiling teasingly at his words, but he looked quite serious and she stared at him in wonder. Had he always carried this part of himself inside? This wild poetic lover? If so, he'd hidden it well underneath the aggressive, foulmouthed theater manager. She had a secret fondness for the crass theater manager, but the pot... She swallowed, suddenly nervous. She might come to love a wild poet."	eve-and-asa hair lily-of-the-valley poet	Elizabeth Hoyt
11605ab	Her hair dreamt about being very carefully combed in the morning.	hair	Richard Brautigan
dcea791	A few locks of dry white hair clung to his scalp, like wild flowers fighting for life on a bare rock.	flowers hair	Raymond Chandler

36b92c6

Relaxing your hair is like being in prison. You're caged in. Your hair rules you. You didn't go running with Curt today because you don't want to sweat out this straightness. You're always battling to make your hair do what it wasn't meant to do.

black hair race

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

7103769

... And the boy whose hair remained the color of lemons forever.

color death forever hair lemon memory

Markus Zusak

d96ba61

I have always thought that if women's hair posed so many problems, God would certainly have made us bald.

hair hijab islam religion religious-beliefs veil womanhood women

Marjane Satrapi

2aeedce

"Your hair is winter fire, January embers.

ben-hanscom fire haiku hair it love love-quotes stephen-king

Stephen King

a45ec7e

they love their hair because they're not smart enough to love anything more interesting

funny hair love

John Green

f4a5236

"I'm talking about a little truth-in-packaging here. To be perfectly frank, you don't quite like yourself. And if you walk around looking like someone other than who you are, you could end up getting the wrong job, the wrong friends, who knows what-all. You could end up with somebody else's life." I shrugged again, and smiled. "This is my life," I said. "It doesn't seem like the wrong one."

hair haircut identity life self

Michael Cunningham

2633f68

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.

cerise funny hair ilona-andrews the-edge william

Ilona Andrews

4ae714a

Not at all. It's why people come. They say it's about looking smart, or beautiful, or professional, but it's not. Gray-haired ladies try to recapture their former brunette. Brunettes want to go blond. Other women go for colors that don't arise in nature. Each group thinks it's completely different than the others, but I don't see it that way. I've watched them looking at themselves in the mirror, and they're not interested in conforming or rebelling, they just want to walk out of here feeling like themselves again.

hair individuality self

Antony John

7bd4478

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

black hair race women

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

9b8eaf5

It was an odd situation. For a century and a half, men got rid of their own hair, which was perfectly comfortable, and instead covered their heads with something foreign and uncomfortable. Very often it was actually their own hair made into a wig. People who couldn't afford wigs tried to make their hair look like a wig.

hair history humor wig

Bill Bryson

ef60273

Some of us are happy with our African hair, thank you very much. I don't want some poor Indian girl's hair. And I wish to God I could buy black hair products from black people for once. How we going to make it in this country if we don't make our own business?

asian-hair asians black-people business england hair inequality london race uk

Zadie Smith

8b18db0

It was black-black, so thick it drank two containers of relaxer at the salon, so full it took hours under the hooded dryer, and, when finally released from pink plastic rollers, sprang free and full, flowing down her back like a celebration. Her father called it a crown of glory.

afro-hair black-hair hair

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

ddeb5db

Phyllida's hair was where her power resided. It was expensively set into a smooth dome, like a band shell for the presentation of that long-running act, her face.

face faces hair personal-appearance simile

Jeffrey Eugenides

8e83002

She was a thin, sickly, bony child, like an eft, with fine hair like sunlit smoke.

description hair imagery

A.S. Byatt

54de0df

I brushed it until it shone and looked somewhat like it used to look, only far thinner, and less glorious.

brush brushing brushing-hair glorious hair hair-care long-hair looks shine shiny-hair thick-hair thin thin-hair used-to

V.C. Andrews

49b2583

"I lay my fantasy in the backseat of Isa's car and slide in next to her. She snuggles up, using me as her personal pillow, her blond curls sprawled over my crotch. I close my eyes for a second, trying to get the image out of my head. And I don't know what to do with my hands. My right one is on the door armrest. My left one hovers over Brittany. I hesitate. Who am I kidding? I'm not a virgin. I'm an eighteen-year-old guy who can deal with having a hot, passed-out girl next to me. Why am I afraid of putting my arm where it's comfortable, right over her midsection? I hold my breath as I settle my arm on her. She cuddles closer and I'm feeling weird and light-headed. Either it's the aftereffects from the joint or . . . I don't want to think about the "or." Her long hair is wrapped around my thigh. Without thinking, I weave my hands in her hair and watch as the silky strands slowly fall through the V's between my fingers."

asleep brittany-ellis cuddle hair intimate snuggle-pillow touch

Simone Elkeles

f747f6a

"He blew himself up." "Get out! You mean like guts all over the place?" "Not all over the place," I said. "He was pretty well contained, all things considered."

explosion fire hair

Janet Evanovich

3af2c00

Mortimer Lindquist seemed to have finally given in to the inevitable. I'd seen him with a bad toupee, and with an even worse comb-over, but this was the first time I'd seen him sporting a full-on Charles Xavier.

funny hair x-men

Jim Butcher

2e2898a

In fact, in recent years I have become more and more didactic about pubic hair - to the point where I now believe that there are only four things a grown, modern woman should have: a pair of yellow shoes (they unexpectedly go with everything), a friend who will come and post bail at 4 a.m., a fail-safe pie recipe, and a proper muff. A big, hairy minge. A lovely furry moof that looks - when she sits, naked - as if she has a marmoset sitting in her lap. A tame marmoset, that she can send of to pickpocket things, should she so need it - like that trained monkey in Raiders of the Lost Ark.

hair vaginas

Caitlin Moran

1f7cd4f

"Then he began plucking the pins from her hair, carefully, without touching her anywhere else, and Eve began to wonder if 'hair' could possibly be erotic. She found herself holding her breath, listening to his deep, even exhalations as he worked, her hair loosening and beginning to slide. It fell all at once, uncoiling heavily over her shoulders. She turned her head to look at him, suddenly shy. He was staring at her hair. "It's beautiful," he murmured, burying his fingers in the long tresses, gently working apart the strands, lifting and spreading them. "Like liquid gold." He suddenly lifted the mass to his face. "And perfumed. Like flowers." "Lily of the valley." He made her feel exotic, still dressed in her sensible gray frock, only her hair loose about her shoulders. "Lily of the valley," he murmured. "I'll remember that scent forever now, and whenever I smell it again I'll think of you, Eve Dinwoody. You'll be haunting my tomorrows evermore." She gasped and turned, looking up at him. She'd thought that he'd be smiling teasingly at his words, but he looked quite serious and she stared at him in wonder. Had he always carried this part of himself inside? This wild poetic lover? If so, he'd hidden it well underneath the aggressive, foulmouthed theater manager. She had a secret fondness for the crass theater manager, but the pot... She swallowed, suddenly nervous. She might come to love a wild poet."

eve-and-asa hair lily-of-the-valley poet

Elizabeth Hoyt

11605ab

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

hair

Richard Brautigan

dcea791

A few locks of dry white hair clung to his scalp, like wild flowers fighting for life on a bare rock.

flowers hair

Raymond Chandler