Hair Quotes - 4
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Too bad all the people who know how to run the country are busy driving taxi cabs and cutting hair.
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In the licorice fields at Pontefract My love and I did meet And many a burdened licorice bush Was blooming round our feet; Red hair she had and golden skin, Her sulky lips were shaped for sin, Her sturdy legs were flannel-slack'd, The strongest legs in Pontefract.
sir john Betjemen— 1954 A Few Late Chrysanthemums,'The Licorice Fields at Pontefract'.
O thou who passest through our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, ally the heat That flames from their large nostrils! thou,O Summer, Beneath our oaks hast slept while we beheld With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.
william blake— 1783 Poetical Sketches,'To Summer'.
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair Lean on a garden urn Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.
— 1917 Prufrock and Other Observations,'La Figlia Che Piange'.
A man of your head and hair should owe more to that reverend ceremony, and not mountthemarriage bed like atown-bull, ora mountain-goat; but stay the dueseason and ascend it then with religion and fear.
Ben Jonson— 1609-10 Epicoene, act 3, sc.5.
Some time ago, in an interview that turned towards the Theatre, I suggested that 'Pubic hair is not an adequate substitute for wit'. My point now is that depending upon shock tactics is easy, whereas writing a good play is difficult.
— 1974 Outcries and Asides,'Danger of ShockTactics'.
The blessed damozel leaned out From the gold bar of Heaven; Her eyes were deeper than the depth Of waters stilled at even; She had three lilies in her hand, And the stars in her hair were seven.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti— 1870 Poems,'The Blessed Damozel', stanza1.
Half close your eyelids, loosen your hair, And dream about the great and their pride; They have spoken against you everywhere, But weigh this song with the great and their pride; I made it out of a mouthful of air, Their children's children shall say they have lied.
— 1898 'HeThinks ofThose who have Spoken Evil of His Beloved', complete poem. Collected in TheWind Among the Reeds (1899).
Ask me no more, whither do strayThe golden atoms of the day;For, in pure love, Heaven did prepareThose, powders to enrich your hair.
thomas carew— "Song".
Her hair is Harlow goldHer lips a sweet surpriseHer hands are never coldShe's got Bette Davis eyes
jackie deshannon— "Bette Davis Eyes" (1975); written with Donna Weiss
We cut the hair from women after they had been exterminated in the gas chambers. The hair was then sent to factories, when it was woven into special fittings for gaskets.
rudolf höss— To Leon Goldensohn, April 8, 1946, from "The Nuremberg Interviews" by Leon Goldensohn, Robert Gellately - History - 2004
I had my good looks, my blond hair, my height, build, and bullfighting school, I suppose I became one of the Village equivalents of an Eagle Scout badge for the girls. I was one of the credits needed for a diploma in the sexual humanities.
norman mailer— "The Time of Her Time"
The label didn't want me to do this look. But cutting my hair, it made me stand out as an artist. I don't care who likes it--this is me.
rihanna— Allure magazine, January 2008.
Precision of communication is important, more important than ever, in our era of hair trigger balances, when a false or misunderstood word may create as much disaster as a sudden thoughtless act.
james thurber— Lanterns and Lances? (1961), p. 44
As 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. barrie— Ch. 17 (Peter & Wendy (1911))
A few locks of dry white hair clung to his scalp, like wild flowers fighting for life on a bare rock.
Raymond Chandler— chapter 2 (The Big Sleep (1939))
She knows her man, and when you rant and swear, Can draw you to her with a single hair.
john dryden— Persius, Satire v, line 246.
When 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 henley— "The End of the Innocence" (co-written with Bruce Hornsby)
If the world is ending, a woman will want time to fix her hair. If the world's ending, a woman will take time to to tell a man something he's done wrong.
robert jordan— Matrim Cauthon
With astonishment Aschenbach noticed that the boy was entirely beautiful. His countenance, pale and gracefully reserved, was surrounded by ringlets of honey-colored hair, and with its straight nose, its enchanting mouth, its expression of sweet and divine gravity, it recalled Greek sculpture of the noblest period.
thomas mann— Ch. 3, as translated by David Luke
If 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 olbermann— "Mea Culpa: My Apology to ESPN," Salon.com (2002-11-17)
Far far from gusty waves these children's faces. Like rootless weeds the torn hair round their paleness.
stephen spender— "An Elementary School Classroom In A Slum" in Modern British Poetry (1962) edited by Louis Untermeyer (1962) variant : Like rootless weeds, the hair torn around their pallor.
Her long hair is loosely tied back, her face very refined and intelligent -looking, with beautiful eyes and a shadowy smile playing over her lips , a smile whose sense of completeness is indescribable.
— Haruki Murakami, in Kafka On The Shore, p.41
And though it be a two-foot trout, 'Tis with a single hair pulled out.
— Samuel Butler, Hudibras.
I pray thee let me and my fellow have A hair of the dog that bit us last night.
john heywood— John Heywood, Proverbs, Part I, Chapter XI, line 424.
Golden hair, like sunlight streaming On the marble of her shoulder.
john godfrey saxe— John Godfrey Saxe, The Lover's Vision, Stanza 3.
As shaking terrors from his blazing hair, a sanguine comet gleams through dusky air.
torquato tasso— Torquato Tasso, Jerusalem Delivered. Hoole's trans, line 581.
I say unto you, swear not at all; neither by heaven; for it is God's throne, nor by the earth; for it is his footstool, neither by Jerusalem; for it is the city of the great King. Neither shalt thou swear by thy head, because thou canst not make one hair white or black. But let your communication be, Yea, yea; Nay, nay: for whatsoever is more than these cometh of evil.
— Jesus, in Gospel of Matthew, 5:34 - 37.
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 bagehot— Walter Bagehot, Literary Studies, II. 410. Ignorance of Man.
"Sitting in her room upstairs, watching her wind up the buns in her hair, I declare that I'd like to be Luke - unless that's a little bit too perverted for you."
— MC Frontalot, "Yellow Lasers" (2001)
— "Yellow Lasers" relates the misadventures of a man at a Star Wars convention.
Yet I've discovered that how I look is not a function of anything as ephemeral as my hair .
— Judith Light, in Women Know Everything!: 3,241 Quips, Quotes, & Brilliant Remarks, p.195
