Quotes About Golden Hair

#1. The witch snipped off her golden hair and cast her out into a great desert

Marissa Meyer

#2. And yonder sits a maiden, The fairest of the fair, With gold in her garment glittering, And she combs her golden hair.

Heinrich Heine

#3. Blue eyes glittered. A shock of golden hair - gone. The dust in the air swirled, coalesced into a thorn-twisted Shaman tattoo.

Lilith Saintcrow

#4. I turned my head and saw the wind,
Not far from where I stood,
Dragging the corn by her golden hair,
Into a dark and lonely wood.

W.H. Davies

#5. He had always thought her beautiful - for a peasant girl. But with that golden hair falling around her, it made her face and eyes glow like some kind of enchantment. He was thinking like an addle-headed knave.

Melanie Dickerson

#6. Why Lila glaring at you, hombre? " asked Rico. "Though I wouldn't mind a hot piece of culo like that acknowledging my existence." Rico puckered his lips, sending a mock kiss in Lila's direction. I laughed when she flipped her golden hair over her shoulder and stared at the dry-erase board.

Katie McGarry

#7. Jessica was clearly in her element, moving with the music naturally and without effort. Even her lustrous golden hair swayed to the beat, completing the perfect picture of a dancer caught up in ecstasy.

Francine Pascal

#8. The strands of her golden hair danced through her liquid nightmare to an unheard song. She was gone.
"Enlightenment"
C.O.A series

Kim Cormack

#9. The other was fair, as fair as can be, with great masses of golden hair and eyes like pale sapphires.

Bram Stoker

#10. She was his princess. No. She was his goddess. With her golden skin and golden hair. She was his light. His life. His everything.
He loved her more than anything else in this world.

Morgan Rhodes

#11. When a man says to a woman, "You are my anima," she should quickly scream and run out of the room. The word anima has neither the greatness of the Woman with Golden Hair nor the greatness of an ordinary woman, who wants to be loved as a woman.

Robert Bly

#12. One, and she was the more juvenile in her appearance, though both were young, permitted glimpses of her dazzling complexion, fair golden hair, and bright blue eyes, to be caught, as she artlessly suffered the morning air to blow aside the green veil which descended low from her beaver.

James Fenimore Cooper

#13. Let's just say, brat, that if the wits beneath your golden hair were any dimmer you would be not a female, but a dandelion,

Kasey Michaels

#14. Try not to laugh. To the girl with golden hair and beauty with no compare. Wait for me at midnight. Sit at your window, in your lovely pink chair and wait, my sweet. I'll find you there. C

J.B. Hartnett

#15. Within days they'd formed an unholy alliance with a foppish young French vampire in the Garden District who had implausibly golden hair and a streak of ruthlessness as wide as the Mississippi

Deborah Harkness

#16. In the hazy afternoon light through the windows he looked beautiful and dissolute, shirt open at the collar and streaks of golden hair falling into his eyes, like some Regency buck after a long night's dancing.

Tana French

#17. Waving from side to side in the breeze, her long golden hair
shimmered as she handed Thomas a bottle of beer.
"When are you coming home to me?" She said eloquently.

Thomas Ferreolus

#18. Judges and honoured men, bringing a boy of my name, with a forehead that I know and golden hair, to this place - then fair to look upon, with not a trace of this day's disfigurement -

Charles Dickens

#19. Yes, red-to give warmth to that milk-white skin and those shining gray-green eyes of yours. Golden hair wouldn't suit you at all Queen Anne-My Queen Anne-queen of my heart and life and home.

L.M. Montgomery

#20. He splayed his fingers in her hair and stared at her for a few moments. "I'm giving in to the need to do what I wanted the minute I saw ye exit the Land Rover with the Scottish gales blowing about yer golden hair."
"What?"
"I'm going to kiss ye.

Vonnie Davis

#21. Strong winds buffet the sea oats and tall dune grasses, tossing sand and seabirds where it will, winding my sister's golden hair into sunlit spirals of silk until it becomes the only good memory I have of her
the only memory I allowed myself to keep.

Karen White

#22. This child is not mine as the first was; I cannot sing it to rest; I cannot lift it up fatherly, And bless it upon my breast. Yet it lies in my little one's cradle, And sits in my little one's chair, And the light of the heaven she 's gone to Transfigures its golden hair.

James Russell Lowell

#23. If I stopped dyeing my hair everyone would know that my golden hair is actually gray, and my long American youth would be over - and then what?

Marie Howe

#24. Solitude my solace, wrapped around me
like layers of golden hair. Stacks of books
and I can sing as loud as I please all day and night.
[from the poem, Rapunzel: I like the Quiet]

Jeannine Hall Gailey

#25. Her golden hair catches the moonlight. For a second, she seems to wear a sparkling crown.

Victoria Aveyard

#26. Now remember courage, go to the door,Open it and see whether coiled on the bedOr cringing by the wall, a savage beastMaybe with golden hair, with deep eyesLike a bearded spider on a sunlit floorWill snarl-and man can never be alone.

Allen Tate

#27. Tears stung her eyes. She sank her knees next to the sleeping bench and gently raked strands of golden hair from him forehead.
"Don't you die. don't you dare. I forbid it." As if Han Alister had ever listened to anything she said.

Cinda Williams Chima

#28. Let us have "sweet girl graduates" by all means. They will be none the less sweet for a little wisdom; and the "golden hair" will not curl less gracefully outside the head by reason of there being brains within.

Thomas Huxley

#29. There was a single
golden hair on the pillow, curled in on itself as if asleep. Simon
picked it up carefully, then lay down still holding it, his head in its
place. The bed was cold, but it still smelled warm, like Matt.

J.L. Merrow

#30. Auri stood, and in the circle of her golden hair she grinned and brought the weight of her desire down full upon the world.
And all things shook. And all things knew her will. And all things bent to please her.

Patrick Rothfuss

#31. What I really wanted to know, though, was what it was like to be a geisha? Where do you sleep? What do you eat? How do you have your hair done?

Arthur Golden

#32. Everyone will say I'm insane, but I don't care, Rose. Is it insane to marry the girl I love? A girl with golden brown hair, with gifts of beauty and goodness and storytelling?

Melanie Dickerson

#33. she stands before him as a collection of clashing traits - the face of a girl with eyes that have seen Hell, the figure of a virgin with the body posture of experience, a complexion that demands dark hair with golden.

L.E. Modesitt Jr.

#34. She was one of those golden mulatas that French-speaking Caribbeans call chabines, that my boys call chicas de oro; she had snarled, apocalyptic hair, copper eyes, and was one whiteskinned relative away from jaba.

Junot Diaz

#35. She was so desperate to love and be loved, she could sprout tender feelings toward a rock. And rocks didn't call her "bewitching" or "temptress." Rocks didn't have touchable golden brown hair.

But rocks and Ransom did have something in common.

Tessa Dare

#36. Outside the windows the day was bright: golden sunshine, blue sky, pleasant wind ... I wanted to punch the happy day in the face, grab it by the hair, and beat it until it told me what the hell it was so happy about.

Ilona Andrews

#37. Why," he asked. "Why did you save her?"
She dragged a hand through her hair. [ ... ]
"Because that golden-haired witch, Asterin ... ," Aelin said. "She screamed Manon's name the way I screamed yours.

Sarah J. Maas

#38. Fair maid, white and red,
Comb me smooth, and stroke my head;
And every hair a sheave shall be,
And every sheave a golden tree.

George Peele

#39. I wind my fingers in his hair. It's thicker than mine, and curlier, and it shines golden in the firelight. There's a mole on his cheek that I've wanted to kiss since I was 12. I do.

Rainbow Rowell

#40. Naked, you are blue as the night in Cuba;
You have vines and stars in your hair;
Naked, you are spacious and yellow
As summer in a golden church.

Pablo Neruda

#41. Thomas make it easy to cave to temptation with his golden - blond hair, muscle from head to toe and sexy brooding expression a few girls have written about in poems.

Katie McGarry

#42. No, that I love you. I love you, Isabel Marie Nichols, and I have since the first day I watched your golden blonde hair dance in the sunlight. That day, you became mine.

A.M. Willard

#43. Hopes are like hair ornaments. Girls want to wear too many of them. When they become old women they look silly wearing even one.

Arthur Golden

#44. allowed two very long cascading curls to slip out and brush one shoulder. Her maid had dressed her hair and pulled out long golden streaks to twirl lazily against

Claudy Conn

#45. Xander Harris: Hair. Red. Red is good. Fire engines are red. Porsche's are red.

Christopher Golden

#46. The shape of her head and the turn of her neck and bust were peculiarly noble, and the long golden-brown hair that floated like a cloud around it, the deep spiritual gravity of her violet blue eyes, shaded by heavy fringes of golden brown

Harriet Beecher Stowe

#47. She's so beautiful it hurts. Golden blond hair flows past her shoulders. Those gorgeous violet eyes shouldn't be so wide with fear. I've dreamed of being this close to her again. I ache to gather her in my arms and keep her safe from the world ... to be her protector, but I can't be that man.

Katie McGarry

#48. And so they stood on the walls of the City of Gondor, and a great wind rose and blew, and their hair, raven and golden, streamed out mingling in the air.

J.R.R. Tolkien

#49. Long gold hair, eyes so light they looked silvery, and golden skin, the man was blindingly beautiful. Every hair on my body lifted, all over, in unison. And I got the strangest thought: He's not human.

Karen Marie Moning

#50. He had golden-brown hair, the most vivid baby-blue eyes, and a body that belonged on the cover of Men's Health magazine. Her gaze roamed over his broad shoulders and down his chest.

Lia Davis

#51. She wore white heirloom lace about her throat
And in her hair a bright golden feather
A pearl like a plum hung ripe from her neck
But her smile fetched ten gold together

Shannon Hale

#52. As he left Chinatown behind, Alan thought of the woman he'd seen on the wharf the other day, the golden splendor of her gown, her glossy hair and the turbulent emotion in her eyes. He wondered what she was doing right now and if she'd found happiness in her new home.

Bonnie Dee

#53. The theory is simple.
Every boy, every man, is really
a bit of a golden retriever
or a big chocolate Lab.
Watch any man's eyes
at the bounce of a ball.
His head tilts slightly sideways, just a hair,
as a primitive focus
comes to life.

Toby Barlow

#54. Rhosh, remember the being's skin, smooth, dark brown skin, like this one's skin, and the being's hair. The hair was the same, thick like this and with loose curls and the very same golden streak in it, only broader and on the right side of the head.

Anne Rice

#55. His golden-amber hair seemed to absorb the sunlight. His coloring was unquestionably Anglo-Saxon, but the dramatic lines of his cheekbones, angled at a rather tigerish slant, and the sensuous fullness of his wide mouth gave him a singularly exotic appeal.

Lisa Kleypas

#56. Oh my dear from a distant fantasy land! I love to be in your dreams as a fairy of love with wings of flowers and golden glowing flowing hair.

Debasish Mridha

#57. This peculiar boy with the golden blond hair I had actually touched.

Quil Carter

#58. Woman's shape under her midnight blue cloak. The cloak had made her invisible in the darkness, but up close he saw that she had golden blonde hair, so luminous that it glowed under the velvet hood. He found her attractive but sensed there was something strange about her, that she was

Alma Katsu

#59. O thou who passest through our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat That flames from their large nostrils! Thou, O Summer, Oft pitchest here thy golden tent, and oft Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.

William Blake

#60. Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm

Leonard Cohen

#61. I met Rob in Austin, Texas. He was hitchhiking to California and I was driving to California, so it seemed like a perfect match. He had long blond hair and blue eyes and golden skin and so did I. It was like falling in love with myself.

Lorena Cassady