Too bad all the people who know how to run the country are busy driving taxi cabs and cutting hair.
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Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeleine's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory like a saint: She seemed a splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven.
john keatsOnly God, my dear, Could love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair.
You must concentrate upon and consecrate yourself wholly to each day, as though a fire were raging in your hair.
taisen deshimaruWho hath not saved some trifling thingMore prized than jewels rare,A faded flower, a broken ring,A tress of golden hair.
ellen clementine howarthI've had experiences before where a director is like, "Yeah, I wanted a blonde." Have you heard of hair dye?
michelle trachtenbergAs you look at Wendy, you may see her hair becoming white, and her figure little again, for all this happened long ago. Jane is now a common grown-up, with a daughter called Margaret; and every spring cleaning time, except when he forgets, Peter comes for Margaret and takes her to the Neverland, where she tells him stories about himself, to which he listens eagerly. When Margaret grows up she will have a daughter, who is to be Peter's mother in turn; and thus it will go on, so long as children are gay and innocent and heartless.
j. m. barrieIf you was bleach and I was hair, I wouldn't die (dye) fo' ya'!
eminemWhen happily ever after fails And weve been poisoned by these fairy tales The lawyers dwell on small details Since daddy had to fly But I know a place where we can go Thats still untouched by man Well sit and watch the clouds roll by And the tall grass wave in the wind. You can lay your head back on the ground And let your hair fall all around me. Offer up your best defense But this is the end This is the end of the innocence.
don henleyMany years ago, I concluded that a few hair shirts were part of the mental wardrobe of every man. The president differs from other men in that he has a more extensive wardrobe.
herbert hooverThe fragrant hair, Falling as through the silence falleth now Dusk of the air.
james joyceA flushed face, white hair and a twinkle in his eye; and this twinkling got him out of scrapes that would have sunk a worthier man without trace.
james bolivar mansonIf you make a decision in your life, even one as eminently logical and self-improving as "Why'd you start washing your hair every day?" and you start getting questioned hourly about it, you're going to start second-guessing yourself.
keith olbermannMan is in pursuit of two goals: he is looking for happinesse and, being by essence empty ("étant vide par essence", Fr.), he is trying to fill (or take up, - "remplir", Fr.) his life; the latter reason play a more considerable role than we ordinarily think. What we take for vainglory, ambition, love of power and riches (or wealth), is often, indeed, a need to mask this emptiness, a need to let one's hair down (or to live it up), to put oneself on a false scent or trail. (de se donner le change", Fr.)
african spirAnd though it be a two-foot trout, 'Tis with a single hair pulled out.
Those curious locks so aptly twin'd, Whose every hair a soul doth bind.
thomas carewBut she is vanish'd to her shady home Under the deep, inscrutable; and there Weeps in a midnight made of her own hair.
thomas hoodHis hair is of a good colour. An excellent colour; your chestnut was ever the only colour.
william shakespeareAs shaking terrors from his blazing hair, a sanguine comet gleams through dusky air.
torquato tassoI rest content; I kiss your eyes, I kiss your hair in my delight: I kiss my hand and say "Good-night."
The Ethiop gods have Ethiop lips, Bronze cheeks, and woolly hair; The Grecian gods are like the Greeks, As keen-eyed, cold and fair.
walter bagehotIncens'd with indignation Satan stood Unterrified, and like a comet burn'd, That fires the length of Ophiucus huge In th' arctic sky, and from his horrid hair Shakes pestilence and war.
john milton"And all you sucker MCs just can't compare to a Shire b-boy with the shaggy hair, we're two hobbit rappers with the savoire-faire, Rohan Riders put your fist in the air!"
Yet I've discovered that how I look is not a function of anything as ephemeral as my hair .