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Hair Quotes (page 25)

When you love someone, there’s a pattern to the way you come together. You might not even realize it, but your bodies are choreographed: a touch on the hip, a stroke of the hair. A staccato kiss, break away, a longer one. It’s a routine, but not in the boring sense of the word. It’s just the way you’ve learned to fit. Jodi Picoult
She stretched out on the sofa by the window, stared off at the ceiling with her sunglasses still on, and smoked a clove cigarette. I fetched an ashtray and went over to sit beside her. I stroked her hair. The cat appeared and jumped up on the sofa, putting his chin and forepaws over her ankles. When she'd had enough of her smoke, she transplanted what remained of the cigarette to my lips. Haruki Murakami
To ransom one lost moment with a rhyme! Or if fate and grudging gods demure, To clutch Life's hair, and thrust one naked phrase. Like a lean knife between the ribs of time. Alfred Douglas
A fairly young, intelligent-looking man with long hair asked me whether filming or being filmed could do harm, whether it could destroy a person. In my heart the answer was yes, but I said no. Werner Herzog
And in me too the wave rises. It swells; it arches its back. I am aware once more of a new desire, something rising beneath me like the proud horse whose rider first spurs and then pulls him back. What enemy do we now perceive advancing against us, you whom I ride now, as we stand pawing this stretch of pavement? It is death. Death is the enemy. It is death against whom I ride with my spear couched and my hair flying back like a young man's, like Percival's, when he galloped in India. I... Virginia Woolf
The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all round him. She had become a physical necessity. George Orwell
Tallulah Bankhead quote: "I'd like to kiss you, Darling, but I just washed my hair."
I'd like to kiss you, Darling, but I just washed my hair. Tallulah Bankhead
The King with half the East at heel is marched from lands of morning; Their fighters drink the rivers up, their shafts benight the air. And he that stands will die for nought, and home there's no returning. The Spartans on the sea-wet rock sat down and combed their hair. A. E. Housman
George Herbert quote: "Who says that fiction only and false hair become a verse? Is..."
Who says that fiction only and false hair become a verse? Is there in truth no beauty? George Herbert
Arundhati Roy quote: "He folded his fear into a perfect rose. He held it out in the..."
He folded his fear into a perfect rose. He held it out in the palm of his hand. She took it from him and put it in her hair. Arundhati Roy
I hog the covers, and my second toe is longer than my big one. My hair has its own zip code...You don't love someone because they're perfect...You love them in spite of the fact that they're not. Jodi Picoult
A sister they had, Galadriel, most beautiful of all the house of Finw; her hair was lit with gold as though it had caught in a mesh the radiance of Laurelin. J. R. R. Tolkien
I went to sleep with gum in my mouth and now there's gum in my hair and when I got out of bed this morning I tripped on the skateboard and by mistake I dropped my sweater in the sink while the water was running and I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. Judith Viorst
The images were gone, but Calvin was there, was with her, was part of her. She had moved beyond knowing him in sensory images to that place which is beyond images. Now she was kything Calvin, not red hair, or freckles, or eager blue eyes, or the glowing smile; nor was she hearing the deep voice with the occasional treble cracking; not any of this, but - Calvin. She was with Calvin, kything with every atom of her being, returning to him all the fortitude and endurance and hope which he had... Madeleine L'Engle
If there's anything I dislike it's the violin", she answered. "Why one should want to hear anyone scrape the hairs of a horse's tail against the guts of a dead cat is something I shall never understand. W. Somerset Maugham

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