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Hair Quotes (page 41)

You have a... remarkable memory,” I say haltingly. “I remember everything about you,” says Peeta, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “You’re the one who wasn’t paying attention.” “I am now,” I say. “Well, I don’t have much competition here,” he says. I want to draw away, to close those shutters again, but I know I can’t. [...]“You don’t have much competition anywhere. Suzanne Collins
You've never seen a crucifix with a Jesus who wasn't almost naked. You've never seen a fat Jesus. Or a Jesus with body hair. Every crucifix you've ever seen, the Jesus could be shirtless and modeling designer jeans or men's cologne. Chuck Palahniuk
With their hands still joined, he laid them on her stomach. "I love you," he murmured, "both."Caine." And his name was muffled against his mouth. "I have so much to learn in only seven months."We have a lot to learn in seven months," he corrected. "Why don't we go upstairs." He buried his face into her hair and drew in her scent. "Expectant mothers should lie down-" he lifted his head to grin at her "-often."With expectant fathers," Diana agreed, laughing when he swept her into his arms. Nora Roberts
For a long while- for many years, in fact- he had not thought of how it was before he came to the farm. His memory of those times was like a house where no one lives and where the furniture has rotted away. But tonight it was as if lamps had been lighted through all the gloomy dead rooms. It had begun to happen when he saw Tico Feo coming through the dusk with his splendid guitar. Until that moment he had not been lonesome. Now, recognizing his loneliness, he felt alive. He had not wanted to... Truman Capote
Suzanne Collins quote: "What does this mean? It means I get to spend the morning..."
What does this mean? It means I get to spend the morning having the hair ripped off my body while Peeta sleeps in. Suzanne Collins
James Joyce quote: "There's music along the river For Love wanders there, Pale..."
There's music along the river For Love wanders there, Pale flowers on his mantle, Dark leaves on his hair. James Joyce
In our world, I rank music somewhere between hair ribbons and rainbows in terms of usefulness. At least a rainbow gives you a tip about the weather. Suzanne Collins
Jodi Picoult quote: "Her hair is longer now, and fine lines bracket her mouth,..."
Her hair is longer now, and fine lines bracket her mouth, parentheses around a lifetime of words I was not around to hear. Jodi Picoult
Khalil Gibran quote: "The earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long..."
The earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair. Khalil Gibran
And there you see the distinction between our feelings: had he been in my place, and I in his, though I hated him with a hatred that turned my life to gall, I never would have raised a hand against him. You may look incredulous, if you please! I never would have banished him from her society as long as she desired his. The moment her regard ceased, I would have torn his heart out and drank his blood! But, till then - if you don't believe me, you don't know me - til then, I would have died by... Emily Bronte
Jeffrey Eugenides quote: "The trees like lungs filling with air. My sister, the mean..."
The trees like lungs filling with air. My sister, the mean one, pulling my hair Jeffrey Eugenides
He had shining dark eyes and an oboe voice and mink-soft hair and could seem, even to Gary, more sentient animal than little boy. Jonathan Franzen
Wind in my hair, I feel part of everywhere. Underneath my being is a road that disappeared. Late at night I hear the trees, they're singing with the dead. Overhead... Eddie Vedder
She would try to relieve the pain of love by first roughly rubbing her dry lips against mine; then my darling would draw away with a nervous toss of her hair, and then again come darkly near and let me feed on her open mouth, while with a generosity that was ready to offer her everything, my heart, my throat, my entrails, I gave her to hold in her awkward first the scepter of my passion. Vladimir Nabokov
[R]ed hair is slow to lay back once it's got its dandruff up, and her bitchy mood required further opportunity to express itself. Tom Robbins

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