Top 100 Hair Down Quotes
#1. My hair is a safety net for me, so I love to have it down and full and relaxed.
Blake Lively
#2. Sisters are always drying their hair. Locked into rooms, alone, they pose at the mirror, shoulders bare, trying this way and that their hair, or fly importunate down the stair to answer the telephone.
Phyllis McGinley
#3. The light shone down on his plump face, reflected from his rimless glasses, bathed the pinkness of his scalp beneath the thinning sandy hair as he bent his head to resume reading.
Robert Bloch
#4. My hair is so scary that if you saw it walking down the street, you'd cross to the other side. This humidity is not helping. It's just an excuse for my hair to let its frizz flag fly.
Susane Colasanti
#5. Gotcha!" he says, and smirks. He grabs me around my waist and pulls me up against him. "You are incorrigible, Miss Steele," he murmurs, staring down into my eyes as he weaves his fingers into my hair, holding me firmly in place. He kisses me, hard, and I cling on to his muscular arms for support.
E.L. James
#6. So, lively brisk old fellow, don't let age get you down. White hairs or not, you can still be a lover.
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
#7. I like your hair down." He twisted his fingers through the curls.
My eyes drifted shut as I relaxed next to him. "It's a mess. I need to get a haircut."
Hayden's fingers stilled. "No. You shouldn't cut your hair. It's beautiful."
I would never cut my hair. Ever.
Jennifer L. Armentrout
#8. The club thing is a world people can associate with, letting your hair down at the weekend.
Billy Boyd
#9. Had I ever been so terrified? Perhaps when Typhon raged across the earth, scattering the gods before him. Perhaps when Gaea unleashed her giants to tear down Olympus. Or perhaps when I accidentally saw Ares naked in the gymnasium. That had been enough to turn my hair white for a century.
Rick Riordan
#10. I'm going to run you down, back over you, and then I'm going to get out and shock you with my stun gun until your hair catches fire.
Janet Evanovich
#11. There's one more thing I need to tell you before we go," he said.
"What?" I asked in a clipped voice, wanting to get back to a safe place and away from the seductive spirits that lingered here.
He leaned down, lips brushing my cheek as I opened the door. "I like your hair.
Andrea Cremer
#12. A woman drew her long black hair out tight, And fiddled whisper music on those strings, And bats with baby faces in the violet light Whistled, and beat their wings, And crawled head downward down a blackened wall.
T. S. Eliot
#13. I don't exactly fit well in leather pants, so I don't rock that look. I lost my hair a long time ago, so no hair-metal look, either. I had hair down to my belly button at one point, but I think that was the '90s.
Brian Posehn
#14. She stood like a knight in a painting, her head bowed and her sword at her side, blood spattering her gear, her hair half-torn out of its bindings, floating down around her.
Cassandra Clare
#15. The redundant locks, robustious to no purpose, clustering down
vast monument of strength.
John Milton
#16. My hair was slicked down with a part. But that was before I discovered the blow-dryer. Now I'm fabulous.
Barry Manilow
#17. The hair was curled, and the maid sent away, and Emma sat down to think and be miserable.
Jane Austen
#18. My long, wavy brown hair cascaded down my back. Thank God for my Puerto Rican daddy and his thick head of hair. My mama's hair won't grow past her ears. "If you don't stop checking yourself out, I'm gonna superglue your damn eyes shut.
Kris Bell
#19. in spite of the cold, this ash tree does not shy
from shrugging off its coat, sloping its nude
shoulders to the night. So, you said, undo,
unbutton, unclasp, slowly remove. Let down your
hair, breathe out. Stand stark in this room until
we remember how not to feel the chill.
Ruby Robinson
#20. She sat, bent over, her head on her arms. She did not move, but the strands of hair, hanging down to her knees, trembled in sudden jolts once in a while.
Ayn Rand
#21. FLYING DOWN SUNSET SMOKING CRACK
TRANSVESTITE IN THE FRONT
EDDI MURPHY IN THE BACK
MOP HAD ME GRINDY AND GRIDDY
MARILYN MANSON, I DYED MY HAIR BLUE
AND GREW SOME TITTIES
Bizarre
#22. Holi, the spring carnival, when members of all castes mingle and let down their hair, sprinkling one another with cascades of red powder and liquid, symbolic of the blood that was probably used in past centuries.
Wendy Doniger
#23. She said to the Daisy girl with her big brown eyes: 'I will not have it plain. No. Fancy. It must be fancy!' She meant her future. A moon-daisy dropped to the floor, down from her hair, like a faintly derisive sign from heaven.
Angela Carter
#24. Feeling a light caress on my hair, I turned to look at Clay, who watched me again. "Do I say good morning or is it close to goodnight again?" He smiled at me, reached down to twine his fingers through mine, and brought my hand to his mouth.
Melissa Haag
#25. Bryn," I murmured, twisting around to see his sleeping face steeped in the brightness of the day. I stroked my fingers down his cheek and ran my hands through his silky mane of black hair. I must be dead, I mused, for certainly waking up in Bryn's arms is heaven.
D.T. Dyllin
#26. There was another group of students already filing down the hall. College students. We looked like babies beside them. The college girls tossed their hair and giggled. hee hee hee, two years closer to minivans and soccer practices and Botox than the girls from my bus. I wished I hadn't come.
Maggie Stiefvater
#27. He rubs his hand through his thick, dark hair and I am riveted by the cords of rippling muscles that intertwine and gallop down his arms.
Jennifer Martucci
#28. I love getting dressed up for red carpet events and having my hair and makeup done professionally - that definitely helps with nerves of going down the red carpet.
Jessica Ennis
#29. He ducks and pulls my panties down, and before I know it his mouth is covering me right where I'm throbbing. I'm coming off the mattress, tugging on his hair, and he is moaning like he loves it.
Ella James
#30. Don't let haters get me off my grind. Keep my head up, I know I'll be fine. Keep fighting until I get there. When I'm down and I feel like giving up I whip my hair back and forth.
Willow Smith
#31. It is hard to explain to people now how hard it was being a punk back then [the 1970s]. If you had short hair, didn't wear bell bottoms and walked down the street, chances are some asshole in an El Camino was going to kick your ass.
John Roecker
#32. Fletch is back from Austin, and turns out what sounded great on paper didn't match up to reality. He says its so hot down there, I'd spontaneously combust the second I stepped off the plane. Plus with humidity turning the air as thick as oatmeal, my hair would always be a disaster. So, Austin's out.
Jen Lancaster
#33. I'd been knocked down. Again and again. I just kept getting up. And I was still standing, in platforms, with great hair.
Kristen Ashley
#34. As she trotted down the stairs, she saw Blake stand up, tucking his piano in his pocket. The day's bright sun had him trapped in his spot in the shade. She stepped into his cover and kissed him.
"Thanks for the roses. And Teddy loves his bow." She brushed her hands through his hair.
Debra Anastasia
#35. I've got feathers in my hair,
I get down to beat poetry.
Lana Del Rey
#36. That ain't Jesus," Raymond said. "Jesus got hair down to his shoulders." His grandmother had laughed. "When you ever seen a man like us that got hair down to his shoulders?" Raymond had
Jodi Picoult
#37. When I first began modeling, I was very conventional looking. I had hair down to my waist in a side parting - almost church-like. But beneath the sheath of hair lay this Amazonian, strong-looking frame.
Erin O'Connor
#38. If I have a bad hair day, I just think, 'Well, it will be an OK hair day tomorrow. Just put your head down and go.'
Mitt Romney
#39. No," Bertie said, "something tragic. The most famous of all the Shakespearean tragedies-"
Mustardseed jumped up and down. "Your hair!"
"Shakespearean tragedy, Mustardseed.
Lisa Mantchev
#40. Shave that jaw, brush that hair, tone down the crazy in the eyes, and he would have to fight women off with that crossbow.
Ilona Andrews
#41. Well, get the coffer out," said Tobie roundly. "You find his clean clothes and I'll cut his hair round his cap and wash his ears out. Then, when we get to the Palazzo Medici, you imitate his voice and I'll sit him on my knee and move his arms up and down. Where is the problem?
Dorothy Dunnett
#42. He pulled my face up with his hand cupping my cheek and kissed me on my trembling mouth. He smoothed his hands down my arms, my back, my hair, my cheek, soothing me.
"There's a picture of you two in the dictionary under 'get a room'," Kyle said from behind me.
Shelly Crane
#43. I don't really have the patience to do my hair, which is why it's always parted down the middle, slicked, in a low ponytail or a messy high bun. I'm too lazy to do my own hair, but I like doing my makeup.
Gigi Hadid
#44. I was going to tell you that you look beautiful with your hair down. That's all I was going to say.
Lauren Oliver
#45. He leaned down and kissed my forehead. The soft melody of his lips was calming. I closed my eyes. I could smell his human skin, his human breath, his human hair, and for the first time, I would give anything to be human too.
Alysha Speer
#46. As he'd slept one night, suffering from some nightmare, she'd gazed down at him with tenderness. Her chest had ached with feeling for him - as his continued to do for her. She'd smoothed hair from his brow, soothing him with soft words.
Kresley Cole
#47. I've had a beard a fair few times and, like most guys, when I shave the beard off I experiment with a few different facial hair styles on the way down to clean shaven. But I've never actually had a moustache for any longer than about 10-15 minutes - during the process of shaving off the beard.
James Magnussen
#48. Una's face was an unbroken block of calculation, saving where, upon her upper lip, a little down of hair fluttered. Yet it gave one an uncanny feeling. It made one think of a tassel on a hammer.
Djuna Barnes
#49. The door opens behind me, and I'm so busted. Jamie towels off his hair. He looks down at the mattress. "Never thought of that," he says. The towel lands on our unused desk chair, and then he yanks his mattress down, too.
Sarina Bowen
#50. I like to sing in the car with the windows rolled down and hair blowing all over my face.
Lauren Alaina
#51. A lot of senators are so worried about convention and how they look that they wouldn't let their hair down if they had any.
Ben Nighthorse Campbell
#52. We had individuality. We did as we pleased. We stayed up late. We dressed the way we wanted. I used to whiz down Sunset Boulevard in my open Kissel, with several red chow dogs to match my hair. Today, they're sensible and end up with better health. But we had more fun.
Clara Bow
#53. And at the end of the night, he stared down at her in puzzlement. He didn't know which facet of her he liked better. The siren in black satin that made his cock and fangs ache or this angel with her bright red hair spread across his pillow - who made his chest ache. She
Kresley Cole
#54. His hair in falling seemed to have stuck to his chin, and had prospered in the new locality, for his beard hung down to his waist.
Joseph Conrad
#55. When you start your career, you have to figure out a way to separate yourself from the pack. So I went for a kind of preppy, psycho-killer look: I had short hair, grey flannel pants, and a button-down shirt. I think it worked, because nobody else was looking that way at that time.
Loudon Wainwright III
#56. 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
#57. The boy with fair hair lowered himself down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way toward the lagoon.
William Golding
#58. I'll
vacuum up my stale hair, I'll
pay all my neighbors' bad debts, I'll
write a poem called Yellow and put
my lips down to drink it up ...
Anne Sexton
#59. With his buzz-cut black hair, muscles and menagerie of tattoos, the man looked like he lived in a cave and sanded timber with his head and flung innocent young women down on beds and had his wicked way with them.
Cari Silverwood
#60. On my way out with the rest, I glanced back at Bowman. he was on this knees, his hair in his face, his nose and split lips dripping with blood. He was staring down at the floor like he'd been waiting for this and now it had finally happened; he look relieved.
Andre Dubus III
#61. Dudley came waddling down the hall, his blond hair plastered flat to his fat head, a bow tie just visible under his many chins.
J.K. Rowling
#62. There is nothing worse than sitting in the make-up trailer knowing that the whole crew are twiddling their thumbs waiting for you to change your hair from straight to curly or up to down. Sometimes it can't be avoided.
Gina Bellman
#63. He leaned down and whispered to me: No matter how thin you get, no matter how short you cut your hair, it's still going to be you underneath. And he let go of my arm and walked back down the hall.
Marya Hornbacher
#64. Opportunity may only knock once, but temptation'll knock down the damn door and drag you out by the hair.
Lois Greiman
#65. Every modern male has, lying at the bottom of his psyche, a large, primitive being covered with hair down to his feet. Making contact with this Wild Man is the step the Eighties male or the Nineties male has yet to take. That bucketing-out process has yet to begin in our contemporary culture.
Robert Bly
#66. Prowling about the rooms, sitting down, getting up, stirring the fire, looking out the window, teasing my hair, sitting down to write, writing nothing, writing something and tearing it up ...
Charles Dickens
#67. Beautiful, clever, hardheaded Rapunzel, who had broken down and cried, whose hair was as beautiful as a sunset.
Melanie Dickerson
#68. She had put on a white linen dress and let her hair down. I told her she was beautiful and she laughed with delight.
Albert Camus
#69. The rich are different. Their wants are very high maintenance. They'll pick eye color and hair color, all the way down to what she does for a living, what school she went to. Their list can be extremely long. But at the end of the day, dating is dating, because they're human beings.
Patti Stanger
#70. He's tall with broad shoulders, the kind I'd like to run my hands across and glide down his strong arms. His dark hair is unruly in contrast to his businesslike attire ...
Georgia Cates
#71. Gemma had blond hair and blue eyes. I did not.
Gemma was always an A student. I was more of a B-all-you-can-be kind of gal.
When Gemma was into science, I was into skipping.
When Gemma was into foreign languages, I was into the hot Italian guy down the street.
Darynda Jones
#72. Girls are removing pubic hair before fully having it. They would say I feel cleaner, it's for me, but then they'd say if a boy saw pubic hair down there they'd head for the hills.
Peggy Orenstein
#73. At the end of the week, it's nice to just hang out in a pair of jeans and let my hair down. I need a break from all that fashion!
Archie Panjabi
#74. And he pictured her down below, turning slowly in the currents, her skin pale blue in the cold rays of sunlight slanting down through the water, her hair flowing lazily around her face.
Richard Laymon
#75. Springsteen on that record started writing less about having your wind in your hair and turning the radio up and more about being dragged down by adult things. Regular people trying to get ahead. A little less mythical and romantic, and more real. It's a really spectacular record for that reason.
Craig Finn
#76. I felt as if the Milky Way, hovering above our heads like a celestial pitcher, had suddenly overturned, pouring suns and planets down my throat. Stars seemed to be shooting out of my finger and toes, the ends of my hair.
Meg Cabot
#77. Pushing up onto my elbows, I stared at her from under the fringe of my messy hair. "I wanted to lie down where you fucked," I said, interested in seeing her reaction.
"You're unbelievable," she gasped.
I winked. "Only in the sack."
Her steel-grey eyes flared at me. "Get off my bed!
Marita A. Hansen
#78. Brought down by a woman with black hair and dark eyes. A sexy wit and a sexier body. A bartender, coupon clipper, temp worker. A college drop out turned party girl, with loose morals, and legs that rarely closed.
Stylo Fantome
#79. She tore off the kerchief from her head and let down her plentiful hair. The weight, the length, the glory was all there. She took careful stock of herself, then combed her hair and tied it back up again.
Zora Neale Hurston
#80. When the locked door opens, and there comes in a young woman, deadly pale, and with long fair hair, who glides to the fire, and sits down in the chair we have left there, wringing her hands.
Charles Dickens
#81. and Thor really likes hair, I guess
so he gets SUPER ANGRY
and he chases down Loki and is like "Hey
how about I cut of all of your FACE?!"
and Loki is like "But I need my face
for making infuriating smirks with!
Cory O'Brien
#82. The door partly opens, and Deacon rests his hip on the frame and looks me up and down as if he has no idea who I am. He's wearing gray sweatpants with CORVALLIS UNION HIGH SCHOOL printed up the leg, his hair all askew. He's shirtless, whether for effect or for comfort I'm not sure.
Suzanne Young
#83. Bay stood there, red hair curling around her face and the mass tumbling down her back and over her shoulders. Her green eyes were bright with the fear she probably thought she'd hidden so well. ENFORCER'S REDEMPTION
Carrie Ann Ryan
#85. Sometimes I consider chopping my hair down to a nice manageable three inches, but I would miss it too much. It's less useful and more confidence-boosting, like Superman's cape.
Melissa F. Olson
#86. You can go down on me tomorrow or something, when I'm less tired." Great, now I'm passing up oral sex in exchange for brushing a man's hair? I must be tired. Or insane. Something.
Ruby Dixon
#87. I don't know what to do," Hijiri cried, touching her oily hair. "I've always looked like this. Why can't someone love me like this?"
Femke set the notebook down, her face as quiet as Mirthe's was stormy. "Why shouldn't you be loved?
Kimberly Karalius
#88. It was black-black, so thick it drank two containers of relaxer at the salon, so full it took hours under the hooded dryer, and, when finally released from pink plastic rollers, sprang free and full, flowing down her back like a celebration. Her father called it a crown of glory.
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
#89. If you put it up, I'll just take it down again." His voice lowered to a throaty hum, "And you know what happens when I take your hair down.
Sabrina Jeffries
#90. How could I have missed it? Easy. Deep in grief over Casey leaving, I'd gone on automatic pilot this morning, barely glancing in the mirror as I brushed my hair, smoothed on my makeup. I clamp down on the impulse to dig out a mirror and check out the 'mark.
Magda Alexander
#91. Luck is a fickle girl who doesn't like lingering in any one place; she strokes your hair back from your brow, kisses you quickly and flits away. Lady Misfortune, by contrast, presses you tightly to her loving heart; she says she's not in a hurry, sits down beside your bed and knits.
Heine
#92. Ty did his best to keep his eyes open, watching as he disappeared between Zane's lips. He wanted nothing more than to come down Zane's throat. It was barely a matter of minutes with the visual stimulation, and Ty was soon gasping and tugging at Zane's hair in warning. Zane
Abigail Roux
#93. You had me believing that I was crazy. Every time I broke down over what seemed like nothing, it was you.' Bade ran an anxious hand through his hair.
'Well, that's love isn't it?' Davina took his restless hand. 'Love is crazy and irrational, and anything less would be boring.
Moryah DeMott
#94. If I had to pull an all-nighter studying for a test or too many looming deadlines had me pulling out my hair, I wouldn't end up with just some trendy coffee addiction. I'd end up in a mini-coma, face down in the middle of the studio or on the floor of the community showers.
Laekan Zea Kemp
#95. My heart shoots into my throat every time I think I see his loping walk, or catch sight of some floppy brown hair on a boy - but it's never him, and each time it isn't, my heart does a reverse trajectory down into the very pit of my stomach.
Lauren Oliver
#96. The concierge was a snapper who was over the hill and down a disused mine-shaft. Her hair was every bit as natural as a parade goose-stepping down the Wilhelmstrasse, and she'd evidently been wearing a boxing-glove when she's applied the crimson lipstick to her paperclip of a mouth.
Philip Kerr
#97. I couldn't resist him, his eyes were like yours, his hair was exactly the shade of brown.
He's just not as tall, but I couldn't tell, it was dark and I was lying down.
Amy Winehouse
#98. You're faithful, amusing and considerate, so your Capricorn star sign says, you're also reserved and disciplined, but let your hair down, Its your Birthday
Susan Smith
#99. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" he asked hoarsely.
Minka didn't answer. She simply reached up and tangled her fingers in his hair, urging him down for a searing kiss.
Paige Tyler
#100. I bought a brown-skinned glove puppet. He came with a little black briefcase and his hair was parted exactly down the middle. The precision of his parting made me uneasy; somehow it was too human at the exact same time as exposing his status as a nonhuman.
Helen Oyeyemi
