It's not the hair on your head that matters. It's the kind of hair you have inside.
I've never wanted anybody to like me because I had long hair or short hair, or that they liked the way I dressed or they liked the way I dressed or they liked the way I smile.
Long hair minimizes the need for barbers; socks can be done without; one leather jacket solves the coat problem for many years; suspenders are superfluous.
Women. Who made 'em? God must have been a genius. Their hair. They say that the hair is everything, you know? Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls, and just wanted to go to sleep forever?
I turned my hair dark and have received much better parts ever since.
One hair of a woman can draw more than a hundred pair of oxen.
For days after death hair and fingernails continue to grow, but phone calls taper off.
When red-headed people are above a certain social grade their hair is auburn.
Inflation is when you pay fifteen dollars for the ten-dollar haircut you used to get for five dollars when you had hair.
A hair in the head is worth two in the brush.
Hair style is the final tip-off whether or not a woman really knows herself.
The hair is the richest ornament of women.
What's with you men? Would hair stop growing on your chest if you asked directions somewhere?
When a woman isn't beautiful, people always say, 'You have lovely eyes, you have lovely hair.'
To be with the others, you have to have your hair short and wear ties. So we're trying to make a third world happen, you know what I mean?
It is not by the gray of the hair that one knows the age of the heart.
Like when I had long hair, you kind of got male attention from everything. But when you had short hair, it was a different kind of man that was attracted to you or I found coming up.
You know, if I tell the press that I like long blonde hair, the next day there will be girls with long hair wigs outside waiting for me.
In mainstream romantic comedies, I'm usually tearing my hair out. It's just a devastatingly difficult genre for me.
I was going to buy a book on hair loss, but the pages kept falling out.
I also said, men are like curling irons, they never get out of your hair. And they are like government bonds, they take so long to mature.
So, I'm going to go over on Angel. Joss is just going to find a way to keep me bleaching my hair, which is fine.
Only God, my dear, Could love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair.
We're teaching our kids that attributes as vague and relatively meaningless as a toothy smile or a fine head of hair make a fine statement about a person.
I used to get a haircut every Saturday so I would never miss any of the comic books. I had practically no hair when I was a kid!
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