Quotes About Hair In Your Face

#1. When you get older, you have to stay a bit rock n' roll so that young people will still be interested in you. The way you move, the way you talk, maybe the way you have your hair in your face a little bit - this keeps you interesting.

Carine Roitfeld

#2. It's hard to make speeches with your hair in your face!

Michelle Obama

#3. Jake had blond hair with a slight curl, smooth skin pulled loose across a square jaw, and the perfect amount of baby fat left on his 19-year old face to soften the cheeks beneath his kind green eyes.

Lexi Maxxwell

#4. Why, Tea Cake? Whut good do combin' mah hair do you? It's mah comfortable, not yourn." "It's mine too. Ah ain't been sleepin' so good for more'n uh week cause Ah been wishin' so bad tuh git mah hands in yo' hair. It's so pretty. It feels jus' lak underneath uh dove's wing next to mah face.

Zora Neale Hurston

#5. People outdoors here just scuttle in vectors from air conditioning to air conditioning. The sun is a hammer. I can feel one side of my face start to cook. The blue sky is glossy and fat with heat, a few thin cirri sheared to blown strands like hair at the rims.

David Foster Wallace

#6. Unlike Ronan, Adam's Aglionby jumper was second-hand, but he'd taken great care to be certain it was impeccable. He was slim and tall, with dusty hair unevenly cropped above a fine-boned, tanned face. He was a sepia photograph.

Maggie Stiefvater

#7. His hands cover mine until I release his hair, and he guides them to his face, closing his eyes like he's feeling my touch in his soul. He nods. These hands ... only these hands

Jewel E. Ann

#8. Vig walked back to his truck. That's when Stieg drily asked, "Do you need another minute to blush coquettishly and dream about your perfect white wedding?"
As Vig walked around the front of his vehicle, he grabbed Stieg by the hair and slammed him face-first into the hood.

Shelly Laurenston

#9. One time I completely thought I'd turned into a werewolf and was sure I could see hairs sprouting from my face. At those times I'd suddenly go very quiet and not talk to anyone, stunned from the developments, being a werewolf and all.

Beth Orton

#10. Leah wouldn't tolerate facial hair. She said it chaffed her face. When she used the word "chaffed" I wanted to divorce her. Or maybe I just always wanted to divorce her.

Tarryn Fisher

#11. By mid-November, his protests notwithstanding, whiskers began sprouting from his face. A few weeks later, his assistant private secretary, John Hay, approvingly punned: Election news Abe's hirsute fancy warrant - Apparent hair becomes heir apparent.44

Harold Holzer

#12. Then she ripped everything from that well inside her, ripped it out with both hands and her entire raging, hopeless heart.
As she fell, hair whipping her face, Celaena thrust her hands toward the skinwalkers.
"Surprise," she hissed. The world erupted in blue wildfire.

Sarah J. Maas

#13. I wash my face and put moisturiser on; I've never had a facial, and I don't get my hair or my nails done. I just do it all myself.

Imelda May

#14. There was Kir, red hair combed back and That Expression on his sharp face. Even his freckles looked serious. I'd given up wondering how a freckle-faced teenager could look so much like a disapproving granny.

Lilith Saintcrow

#15. He turned his head to look full at me, his hair fire-struck with the setting sun, face dark in silhouette. "Twenty-four years ago today, I married ye, Sassenach," he said softly. "I hope ye willna have cause yet to regret it." -Jamie Fraser

Diana Gabaldon

#16. I went to the bathroom and threw some water on my face, combed my hair. If I could only comb that face, I thought, but I can't.

Charles Bukowski

#17. After slipping the condom on, he rolled on top of her, shoved her hair out of her face and held it while he got lost in those sea green eyes that, in a darkened room, shined bright.
He wanted her. And it wasn't just the sex. He wanted the whole nutty package.

Adrienne Giordano

#18. He kissed her, and knew he was trying to tell her the depth of how he felt. Even as he lost himself in her, felt her hair sweep across his face, his chest, her lips meet his skin, her fingers, he understood that there were people for whom one other was their missing part.

Jojo Moyes

#19. Travis watched me pull hair away from my face and then walked to the door, holding it open.
'I wouldn't let anything happen to you, Pigeon.

Jamie McGuire

#20. Hair away from her face, as though one hand could not possibly tame all that hair. "How nice to meet you," she said to Ifemelu, smiling, as they shook hands, her hand small,

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

#21. And not there, not there, not there,
Your laughing face and your wind-blown hair
Leave not even a ghost in the garden.

Winifred Holtby

#22. While you remain at home your hair is at the hairdresser's; you take out your teeth at night and sleep tucked away in a hundred cosmetics boxes - even your face does not sleep with you.

Martial

#23. It didn't take him long, and he pulled up nearly nose-to-nose with Ash as they came in from opposite directions.
"You shaved off your ... " It couldn't rightfully be called a beard, Brooks considered. "Face hair."
"Yeah, it got too hot."
"Uh-huh.

Nora Roberts

#24. I hate hats! Hats just give you really bad hair! I had a hat sometimes. Frankly, you get burnt so much anyway, it's beside the point. And when you're walking into the western sun, no hat in the world is going to save your face and neck from being sizzled.

Robyn Davidson

#25. You made me cut and dye my hair."
Surely he understands that we face greater problems? "I thought it would greatly improve your looks," I snap.
"Shorn hair is a sign of shame. You humiliate me greatly."
"I'll light a candle tonight in honor of your dead tresses.

Rae Carson

#26. And all I can think is that sometimes you're dying, sometimes you're about to explode, sometimes you're 6 feet under and you're searching for a window when someone pours lighter fluid in your hair and lights a match on your face.
I feel my bones ignite.

Tahereh Mafi

#27. If you take your time about things, you end up with the best at the end of the day." He buried his face in her hair, wanting the scent and the texture. "Now, I've got the best. Good, solid stoneware.

Nora Roberts

#28. Someone in our family had taken to wiping his or her ass on the bath towels. What made this exceptionally disturbing was that all our towels were fudge-colored. You'd be drying your hair when, too late, you noticed an unmistakable odor on your hands, head, and face.

David Sedaris

#29. It was like I saw your soul in the notes of the music. And it was beautiful." She leaned forward and touched his face lightly, the smooth skin over his hard cheekbone, his hair like feathers against the back of her hand. "I saw rivers, boats like flowers, all the colors of the night sky.

Cassandra Clare

#30. I would have asked you to let down your hair" turning to regard her with a grin, his teeth a slash of white in his blackened face.
"But it is not quite long enough anymore.

Shelly Thacker

#31. Let's get your face washed and fix your hair," Catriona said. "My mother used to say that will make ye begin to feel better."
"Mine said that too, but it won't help this time."
"Well, my mother also said that wallowing in misery never fixed a thing.

Margaret Mallory

#32. It's only that ye looked so beautiful, wi' the fire on your face, and your hair waving in the wind. I wanted to remember it.

Diana Gabaldon

#33. Four years of sitting in your room reading, and now you're out here with the common folk," I say. "What did inspire you to suddenly make the trip?"

"I would have come sooner," she says, brushing her hair out of her face. "You just never invited me.

Will Leitch

#34. The original purpose of the beards was to help with the wind when it's blowing in your face. When you're out there in the woods hunting like we are all the time, we found that facial hair helps you to stay a lot warmer.

Willie Robertson

#35. I also urge you not to wash your hands, face or mouth in between cigarettes. Let the taste and smell stay with you, in your hair, your clothes, hands and face.

Gudjon Bergmann

#36. You dressed in black," Nico noted, "with the sun coming up. You painted your face but didn't cover that mop of blond hair. You might as well be waving a yellow flag." Will's ears reddened. "Lou Ellen wrapped some Mist around us too.

Rick Riordan

#37. I can't see any difference in having your hair dyed, your teeth fixed, your nose done, or your face smoothed out or lifted.

Joanna Lumley

#38. You're beautiful, Genesis." I swallowed, placing my hands on the table in front of her. "Immortals would fight wars over you, and not just your face or your hair or the way your smile penetrates to someone's very soul - but because you're good.

Rachel Van Dyken

#39. Diana opened her eyes and steeled her resolve. Some days, she decided, freedom meant the wind in your hair and the sun on your face and lips swollen with forbidden kisses.
And other days, freedom meant killing an eel.

Tessa Dare

#40. What is it you want to change? Your hair, your face, your body? Why? For God is in love with all those things and he might weep when they are gone.

St. Catherine Of Siena

#41. But you're disappointed." He brushed a strand of hair from her face. "It's not possible for you to disappoint me.

Nicholas Sparks

#42. Dude. Did you just sniff her hair?" Kent asks, with a look of absolute disgust on his face.
"I did." I smirk, uncaring. I traded in my man card a long time ago. "I love how my girl smells. Shoot me if it's a crime.

Siobhan Davis

#43. I hung my fingertips on his waistband, tugging him closer.
Patch buried his face in the curve of my shoulder, his hands flexing over my back. He gave a low groan.
"I love you," he murmured into my hair. "I'm happier right now than I ever remember being.

Becca Fitzpatrick

#44. The girl with a moustache" they called me every now and then
"It's about time you wax your arms" those who "cared" said
I faced the fears of the dreaded thread on my face
To succumb every other week to the world's ways

Sanhita Baruah

#45. 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

#46. He keeps his arms away from me, but eventually, holding him, I feel him tuck his chin over my head. Then he whispers, "You're the sweetest girl, the best girl, I ever kissed, Carrie West," and rubs his face into my hair like a child, breathing deep.

Mary Ann Rivers

#47. I must cry more than anyone you know," I said. He brushed the hair back from my face and smiled. "You puke a lot, too.

Tracey Garvis-Graves

#48. I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses ... the smell of your hair, the taste of your skin, the touch of your breath on my face. I want to see you in the final hour of my life ... to lie in your arms as I take my last breath.

Lisa Kleypas

#49. When I came in this morning, I'd had a plan. I was going to walk in there, throw that receipt in his pretty little face, and tell him to shove it. But then he'd looked so goddamn sexy in that charcoal Prada suit, and his hair stuck up like a neon sign screaming, Do Me.

Christina Lauren

#50. Keeping her wild-honey-and-chamomile-soaked hair from falling into her oatmeal-and-yogurt face mask

Emma McLaughlin

#51. Actors will change their face, will change their hair, will change their voice, will disappear into the role. A movie star doesn't disappear.

Nicholas Meyer

#52. Then Freddie was transformed into a moth. His old empty body fell forward face first into the water with a splash. Slicked back hair tied in a ponytail floated on the surface of the pool like a dead rodent on the sea as Freddie fluttered up towards a nearby streetlamp.

Stephen Livingston

#53. There she stood. Dark circles ringed her eyes. Her face was pale, almost snow-white. She probably hadn't slept, either. She was still wearing the same dress. Her hair looked like a bomb had gone off. She was beautiful.

Daniel Ehrenhaft

#54. On more than one occasion David, in his urge to explore the darker corners of the bookshelves, had found himself wearing strands of spider silk in his face and hair, causing the web's creator to scuttle into a corner and crouch balefully, lost in thoughts of arachnoid revenge.

John Connolly

#55. I'll see you later," I murmured.
"Yeah." Our foreheads pressed together. Our lips lingered half an inch apart. Thin ropes of dark hair hung over his forehead as sweat glistened across his face in the streetlights.
"Love you."
"Love you more," he murmured.

Shaye Evans

#56. One by one they dissapeared Pumpkin last of all.
The last May saw of himwas his sad face under his waving tuft of hair and then his long fingers,reaching out toward her for a hug that would never happen now as they turned around the bend.

Jodi Lynn Anderson

#57. I'm impressed you got up here so quickly - and without a pack of court ladies hounding after you. Perhaps you should try your hand at being an assassin." He shook the hair out of his face.
"I'm not interested in court ladies," he said thickly, and kissed her.

Sarah J. Maas

#58. I did it for you. I took in a pint of bourbon with me. She's a charming middle-aged lady with a face like a bucket of mud and if she has washed her hair since Coolidge's second term, I'll eat my spare tire, rim and all.

Raymond Chandler

#59. Fatima's hair, what was left of it, had pulled free of the coil into which she'd put it before striking the match. Her face was now black and shiny, as if an artist commissioned to lacquer the eyes of a statue of

Katherine Boo

#60. He adjusted his body in relation to hers. His head angled down, his hand forming a canopy between them to shield her face from the sun. It was a useless gesture. only silence. The sunlight on her hair

Jhumpa Lahiri

#61. When I was a little kid I wanted to be Face. I thought, cos I had blond hair and he did too, that when I grew up I'd look like him.

Noel Fielding

#62. Chris hops out of the vehicle, wearing a tight black tee. He pulls his hair back and throws his backpack over his shoulder, looking read to punch somebody out. Or maybe that's his happy face. I don't know.

Summer Lane

#63. Even her beauty had sharp edges. Her long ebony hair was cut like a razor blade. Her face was strong and fine.But her eyes. A milky green, they betrayed an air of vulnerability she seemed desperate to hide.

Laura Oliva

#64. His wild white hair and beard projected from all angles of his face, making him look like a dandelion gone to seed.

Kaza Kingsley

#65. You and I are impossible." she said.

"No." Gently, he brushed the hair back from her face. "We are what's real and true.

Anne Blankman

#66. A few strands of his long, dark hair had been caught by the wind and blown against his face. Without thinking, she reached up and smoothed the strands away from his skin, wishing she could smooth away the pain etched there.

Kiki Hamilton

#67. Simon," said a voice at his shoulder, and he turned to see Izzy, her face a pale smudge between dark hair and dark cloak, looking at him, her expression half-angry, half-sad. "I guess this is the part where we say goodbye?

Cassandra Clare

#68. I love the feeling of the fresh air on my face and the wind blowing through my hair.

Evel Knievel

#69. And what a man he is. Tall, but not too tall. Five o'clock shadow. Late twenties, early thirties. Piercing blue eyes. Short, brown hair that juts forward, matching his angular face. He's wearing an untucked, button-down white shirt and dark-grey slacks. He looks disheveled in the best way possible.

Samantha Riley

#70. He was a very young boy; quite a little child. His hair still hung in curls about his face, and his eyes were very bright; but their light was of Heaven, not earth.

Charles Dickens

#71. Fine old Christmas, with the snowy hair and ruddy face, had done his duty that year in the noblest fashion, and had set off his rich gifts of warmth and color with all the heightening contrast of frost and snow.

George Eliot

#72. My subconscious is furious, medusa-like in her anger, hair flying, her hands clenched around her face like Edvard Munch's Scream.

E.L. James

#73. Don't hide from me." He burrowed his fingers into her hair and used it to gently tug her head back to face him. "You don't ever get to hide from me. I'm the man who loves you.

Renee Rose

#74. Philippe-Auguste was an ugly child, with uncombed hair and dirt all over him, and the face of a cretin.

Guy De Maupassant

#75. I blew a strand of black hair from my face. "A demon treating another with kindness is something I have yet to see."
"Careful," the demon whispered. "You may have already seen the rough shape and form it takes in this world, and yet you do not recognize it.

Heather Heffner

#76. Is that a yes?" he asked, pushing his fingers through my hair, fanning it out around my shoulders and searching my face intently. "Please let it be yes," he said with a gravelly edge. "Stay with me tonight. Let me hold you, even if that's all it is. Let me keep you safe.

Becca Fitzpatrick

#77. Fuck, Mia," he says, clenching my hair and burying his face into its scent. "I want to damage you. I want to ruin you for anyone else.

Nina G. Jones

#78. Hunt immediately adjusted his hold, bracing her easily. "I thought you looked pale," he remarked, gently stroking back a lock of hair that had fallen over her damp face. "What's the matter, sweetheart? Is it just your stomach, or do you hurt somewhere else?

Lisa Kleypas