And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
The only thing that can stop hair from falling ... is the floor.
Prejudice: Sometimes it's like a hair across your cheek. You can't see it, you can't find it with your fingers, but you keep brushing at it because the feel of it is irritating.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries or the way she combs her hair.
I feel old when I see mousse in my opponent's hair.
A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life.
People always ask me how long it takes to do my hair. I don’t know, I’m never there.
I think that the most important thing a woman can have - next to talent, of course - is her hairdresser.
A fine head of hair adds beauty to a good face, and terror to an ugly one.
I'm undaunted in my quest to amuse myself by constantly changing my hair.
Anyone can be confident with a full head of hair. But a confident bald man - there's your diamond in the rough.
Everybody has a bad hair day, but us girls still like to be told we look nice even if we don't feel like we do.
Gorgeous hair is the best revenge.
You know you're living right when you wake up, brush your hair - and confetti falls out!
I recorded my hair this morning, tonight I'm watching the highlights
Judgment is discernment on a bad hair day.
Gather yourself by the sea shore and I will love you there. Assemble yourself with wild things, with songs of the sparrow and sea-foam. Let mad beauty collect itself in your eyes and it will shine - Calling me. For I long for a man with nests of wild things in his hair. A man who will Kiss the Flame.
It doesn't matter how long my hair is or what colour my skin is or whether I'm a woman or a man.
Because the heart beats under a covering of hair, of fur, feathers, or wings, it is, for that reason, to be of no account?
I love the feeling of the fresh air on my face and the wind blowing through my hair.
Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair.
Beware of her fair hair, for she excels All women in the magic of her locks; And when she winds them round a young man's neck, She will not ever set him free again.
We grow gray in our spirit long before we grow gray in our hair.
Surely the fact that a uniformed police officer is wearing his hair below his collar will make him no less identifiable as a policeman.
Writing a novel is a terrible experience, during which the hair often falls out and the teeth decay.
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