Top 100 Quotes About Her Hair
#1. He'd been thinking about a lot of things lately, things that would
never happen, things it was best not to think about. Things like waking up with Delaney every morning for the rest of his life and watching her hair turn
gray.
Rachel Gibson
#2. I am a camera with its shutter open, quite passive, recording, not thinking. Recording the man shaving at the window opposite and the woman in the kimono washing her hair. Some day, all this will have to be developed, carefully printed, fixed.
Christopher Isherwood
#3. He crowded right up into her space, pressed his body against hers - trapping her against the glass of the door behind her, plunged his hands into her hair until he was cupping the nape of her neck, and devoured her lips with his.
Laura Kaye
#4. He could just barely make out her form in the path about ten yards ahead of him. Her hair was so fair it captured what little moonlight hung in the darkness and glowed like a halo.
Julia Quinn
#5. Trivial as her hair. This morning she was thinking about how to construct
Lemony Snicket
#6. There was something pathetic about the rejected wife bravely pulling herself together, joining a tennis club, doing a photography course, cutting her hair, venturing timidly back out onto the single scene.
Liane Moriarty
#7. She asked, "Is there anything I can do to help?"
He buried his nose in her hair, took a deep breath and sighed. "You help just be being here."
"Well, that bit is easy," she told him with a smile. "Because I wouldn't be anywhere else.
Thea Harrison
#8. I have a really beautiful mother. She is close to 60, and to this day doesn't wear a speck of make up or dye her hair, and everyone who meets her is completely dazzled by her. She seriously glows.
Julianne Nicholson
#9. You are so beautiful," he sighed into her hair.
She tried to check her girlish giggle, unsuccessfully. "Gray, it's dark as
pitch. You can't even see me."
"Even in the dark," he murmured against her skin. "You are the most
beautiful woman I've ever known, even in the dark.
Tessa Dare
#10. It's not her shape,
her face, or her hair
that makes her beautiful.
Neither is it the smoothness of her skin,
the boldness when she stands or the
perseverance in her heart.
But the condition of her heart, the
gratitude she lives by and her love for God.
Pierre Alex Jeanty
#11. [She] looks gorgeous, wearing the look of a mother whose kids are finally starting to grow up. She can take care of herself now, she can get her hair done and get a decent night's sleep.
Darien Gee
#12. You're trembling," he said. "I think I'm scared." "But why?" He smoothed his hand over her hair. "I was a fool to have left you alone, but it won't happen again." "I've never had anyone try to kill me before." Richard patted her back gently. "'Tis a bit unnerving the first time.
Lynn Kurland
#13. Her hair looked like her hair in the dream and her eyes looked like her eyes in the dream, and as for her body, he couldn't tell, she was wearing a mumu.
George Saunders
#14. They ask to touch her hair and she asks to touch theirs back. This makes them all realize how strange and silly a request that is, and they giggle and become instant friends without a head petted between them.
N.K. Jemisin
#15. Persian insect powder, mixed into a paste with petroleum jelly, had killed the lice in her hair, but then she'd inspected her clothes and found them infested with body lice, likely picked up from one of the walking wounded who
Jennifer Robson
#16. Are you learning me by heart, little Sara?" he said, stroking her hair.
"No," she answered. "I know you by heart. You are inside my heart.
Frances Hodgson Burnett
#17. He froze as the scent of her hair met him. It was touching his cheek,tickling him.
I cant afford this, he thought, but he didnt move, watching her finger trace the new line. "He cracked my mirror,"she said, clearly angry.
Kim Harrison
#19. She drove on into the night, homeward, her hair weeping tiny slow streams down her back.
Celeste Ng
#20. I didn't fall into the category of the 'classic Bond girl.' I had short hair - and no Bond girl before me ever had. They put me in a wig at the beginning of the film, and then had my character cut her hair to pretend to be someone else. That was to explain why my hair was short.
Carey Lowell
#21. She rode toward the sunset
in her fathers worn down car.
A breeze picked up strands of her hair
through the open window
while a cigarette burned between her lips.
He told her stories of honey and milk
as he replaced the grass with mud.
Rebecca Rijsdijk
#22. 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
#23. I'm glad I married you too, Harper," I whispered into her hair, "because I'm in love with you." But she didn't hear, gone into a dream.
Fisher Amelie
#24. Because of the security reasons for one thing and, second, my wife doesn't like to have her hair blown about. Have you got another silly question?
John Prescott
#25. Her hair was strawberry blond, and she had the shape of a popsicle stick: turn her sideways and she practically disappeared.
Becca Fitzpatrick
#26. She complains all the time about her hair turning gray and her butt sagging and her skin wrinkling, but I'm supposed to be grateful for a face full of zits, hair in embarrassing places, and feet that grow an inch a night. Utter crap.
Laurie Halse Anderson
#27. It was as if you could see into the sky, through it's layers and into it's core. Layers of stars, translucent blanket upon blanket. The beauty was overwhelming. The wind blew her hair, and she willed herself to stop, to breathe, to feel.
Deborah Rodriguez
#28. Marilla is eighty-five," said Anne with a sigh. "Her hair is snow-white. But, strange to say, her eyesight is better than it was when she was sixty.
L.M. Montgomery
#29. He pulled her against his chest, letting her feel his heart thunder its rhythm. Kissing her hair he whispered, the desperation raw, "You are no dream...but flesh and blood. Tell me you are real...oh, please...be real." "Aye, I am real.
Deborah MacGillivray
#30. As she released his hand and sat down in her seat he moved her hair back behind her shoulder and whispered in her ear, I love that dress. I love the shoes. I love everything. You look sensational ...
J.B. McGee
#31. Kissing me will not make the horse any smaller."
Laughter rumbled from Gray's chest as he closed his arms around her. He inhaled the sweetness of her hair and nuzzled the warm silkiness just behind her ear. "Kissing ye will no' make me any smaller either.
Maeve Greyson
#32. Yesterday from my office window I saw a crippled girl negotiating her way across the street, her shoulders squarely braced. At each jerky movement her hair flew back like an annunciatory angel, and I saw she was the only dancer on the street.
Elizabeth Smart
#33. 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
#34. Her hair is longer now, and fine lines bracket her mouth, parentheses around a lifetime of words I was not around to hear.
Jodi Picoult
#35. Sitting there on the swing set, in her bare feet and blue dress, her hair slipping out of its ponytail, she was so gorgeous that it hurt.
Robyn Schneider
#36. He glanced over at her, wondering if she had considered any of this. There was a peaceful smile on her face, her hair blowing in the wind. She seemed to have not a trouble in the world.
Mike Wells
#37. The wind in the grain is the caress to the spouse; it is the hand of peace stroking her hair.
Antoine De Saint-Exupery
#38. I groan against her neck and nuzzle into her hair, wishing I could fucking inhale her scent like crack. Not a very romantic reference, but it's all I got.
C.M. Stunich
#39. Her hair is a hot mess around her face, just the way I like it - bed-head always makes me want to fuck. Then again, pretty much everything does.
Karen Marie Moning
#40. There was no such thing as arguing with delight. Like seeing a pretty girl with the sunlight in her hair, like pancakes and hot chocolate in front of a crackling fire. Delight was one of the fundamental forces of being, like gravity.
Joe Hill
#41. She had spears of straw and grass in her hair, not like Ophelia gone mad through contact with Hamlet's madness, but because she had slept in some stable loft.
Victor Hugo
#42. I don't want to let you go. Not now. Not ever." While she said this, tears streamed out of her eyes. "I'm here with you. Always," he murmured softly against her hair. "I love you, Ahmar. I love you so much," she whispered.
Sara Naveed
#43. There's a hazy smile on her lips that won't go away, and her hair is a mess. It's like a brushfire filled with casualties.
Lauren DeStefano
#44. 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
#45. Let me just say, as a fellow chick, her hair looked fabulous this morning.
Victoria Nuland
#46. ... I craved to stroke that delicate skin and run my fingers through her tresses as she moaned with hunger. I would grip a thick section of her hair in my hands, wrap it around my fingers, and take her from behind. And she would scream my name.
Kenya Wright
#47. Death was sweet; it smelled of wine and stroked her hair.
Paulo Coelho
#48. Outwardly, other than her hair, she had not changed much. She was still more or less the same cool, aloof woman who garnered more respect than affection. On the inside, however, it had been impossible to return to the person she used to be.
Sherry Thomas
#49. His days passed like this, slow and methodical. And then one morning he saw her. She had brown hair and blue eyes and red shoes and a big yellow clasp in her hair.
And then there was no more peace and quiet for Ove.
Fredrik Backman
#50. The last time I saw a blonde with red streaks in her hair she was laying on Oscar Pistorius' bathroom floor,
Joan Rivers
#51. Zoe was wearing a yello batik cotton dress, her typewriter keys bracelet, plaid sneakers, and glitter in her hair, in honor of meeting such a luminous personality as Bronwyn Gilwen.
Christine Brodien-Jones
#52. I'm one of the only actresses in Los Angeles who has never waited tables - yet - and I'm so terrible at holding trays. When we shot the 'Vampire Diaries' pilot, I totally spilled water all down Nina Dobrev, and she had to get her hair and make-up redone.
Kayla Ewell
#53. I told you, Baby. They're gonna love you. Love you like I love you, love you, Shepley said, tucking her hair behind her ear.
Jamie McGuire
#54. You came for me," she whispered.
His hand wound through her hair, cradling her. "I will always come for you," he said.
Meredith Duran
#55. Her hair was a flyaway mess, and her cheeks, she knew, would be a little too red for dignity - but she often had to choose between dignity and living another hour.
Michelle Sagara
#56. There isn't a woman in the world who doesn't have demons of some sort. No matter who I end up with, it's always going to be a struggle." I kissed her hair again, letting it linger as if my lips were able to transfer the truth of my words. "Levee, I'd like to struggle with you.
Aly Martinez
#57. Then I picked my book back up again and stroked her hair and read to the soundtrack of her breaths.
Maggie Stiefvater
#58. She straightens her hair, puts on eyeliner, glosses her lips and takes one last look in the mirror, all for the boy who doesn't care.
Frank Ocean
#59. I don't know how to say good-bye to you," she said. He smoothed her hair off her face. He'd never seen her so fair. "Then don't." "But I have to go. ... " "So go," he said with his hands on her cheeks. "But don't say good-bye. It's not good-bye.
Rainbow Rowell
#61. When is your birthday?" ( ... )
Wide silver-gold eyes swung to him. "You don't know?"
"No."
Pouting, she twirled a strand of her hair. "How can you not know?"
"Do you know mine?" he asked.
"Of course I do. It's the day you met me.
Gena Showalter
#62. I wish I was Rapunzel
Letting down her hair
But at the bottom of my tower
There's nobody stood there.
No prince to carry me off to the sunset ...
The reason why of course,
I don't look like his princess,
I look like his horse.
Rae Earl
#63. She could feel the heat from his body behind her. It radiated from his chest to her shoulder blades. The silk of his bow tie brushed against her hair, penetrating it, until it grazed across the surface of her neck, causing it to explode into goose-pimples.
Sylvain Reynard
#64. God help me, I do care about you. Gently hugging her against his chest, he tenderly moved her hair away from her angelic face. Seeing her sleep, peaceful and trusting, his thoughts of waking
her for his desires were quickly replaced.
Aleatha Romig
#65. While she'd been drying her hair, she'd come up with a new message for her answering machine - "I'm out, deliberately avoiding your call" - and that simple burst of creativity had raised her spirits a bit.
Carrie Fisher
#66. The sorcerer's creatures harried her, dragging at her skirts and tangling in her hair, as Lilith gripped the axe handle firmly and walked down the cobblestone path to the kitchen.
Georgina Anne Taylor
#67. Hudson swept her hair out of her face and pressed a lingering kiss to her mouth. As her lips yielded to his, a thought came out of nowhere: I need you. Don't let us go.
Ann Marie Walker
#68. She wakes in a puddle of sunlight.
Her hands asleep beside her.
Her hair draped on the lawn
like a mantle of cloth.
Roman Payne
#69. Day One of being on the shit list." She dug her fingers into her hair, scratching vigorously. "And I haven't a thing to wear." Get
Suanne Laqueur
#70. I never saw his wife, not then, nor at any other time. I do not know what color her hair was.
Neil Gaiman
#71. That's what fashion is, really. A way of renegotiating the terms that life deals you. When a woman changes her hair what she's really saying to fate is, no. I refuse to be defined by those terms.
Kathleen Tessaro
#72. Delhi. The ruins of an old city, markets, monuments, broken mansions, the zigzag of roads, the still
sad times of music past. And rising up from it, her mother, wind in her hair, laughing like a witch.
Debotri Dhar
#73. Her hair is tucked behind her ears, a few stray strands lazily brushing her cheek. I suddenly have the strongest sensation of wanting to reach out and curl them in place behind her ear.
Liz Kessler
#74. Karl ached to stroke her, to explore her delicate features with his hand and reveal what the paltry candle light could not; the feel of her hair, the curvature of her neck, the warmth of her skin.
Jack Croxall
#75. One grows to the belief that, while woman's glory is in her hair, man's glory is to defeat some one. And if he can 'defeat with great slaughter' his monument is twice as high as if he had only visited on his brother man a plain undoing.
Elbert Hubbard
#76. That's right." He threaded both hands through her hair to hold her in place. "You like it like this. Dirty and rough, getting fucked by a man who wants you so bad he'll risk all your sharp edges. Who fucking loves your sharp edges.
Kit Rocha
#77. She wore a boiled shirt and a bow-tie, and her hair, though long and bound, was sleek with oil. She was about two- or three-and-thirty, and her waist was thick; but her upper lip, at least, was dark as a boy's. They would have called her terribly handsome, I guessed, in about 1880.
Sarah Waters
#78. This letter really touched my heart. Sabrina says when she lost all her hair during chemo, she wore the cap I gave her.
Justin Bieber
#79. The bride waits here," she said, running her hands along her hair, taking in her image but seeming to drift away. "This is the moment you think about what you're doing. Who you're choosing. Who you will love. If it's right, Eddie, this can be such a wonderful moment.
Mitch Albom
#80. She was the most beautiful creature on Earth - her hair said so in that language only hair can speak.
Gabriel Ba
#81. Not only did
I love her,
but I could tell
the universe loved
her, too.
More than others.
She was different.
After all; I would
be a fool not to
notice the way the
sunshine played with
her hair.
Christopher Poindexter
#82. My art career actually began under the kitchen table. My mother wanted to get me out of her hair while she cooked, so she laid out some paper and pencils on the floor under the kitchen table.
Alton Tobey
#83. He found himself wanting to write poetry about how her blue eyes were like starlight and her hair like night, because "night" and "starlight" rhymed, but he had a feeling the poem wouldn't turn out that well ...
Cassandra Clare
#84. I grabbed Lexi's tousled head and kissed her hair. She smelt like John-Paul Gaultier and blood.
Shirley Marr
#85. I love you, and I want to be
with you because you make my life better." He pushed her hair behind her ear. "You asked me once
what I see when I look into my future." He slid his palm down her shoulder and took her hand. "I see
you," he said and kissed her knuckles.
Rachel Gibson
#86. She'd also prepared by wearing her hair combed back severely from her face, and putting on her stiffest, highestcollared business suit. She all but carried a riding crop.
Suzanne Brockmann
#87. The wildlings seemed to think Ygritte a great beauty because of her hair; red hair was rare among the free folk, and those who had it were said to be kissed by fire, which was supposed to be lucky.
George R R Martin
#89. A man can do a television interview and roll out of bed 15 minutes before; it's just not the same for a woman. A woman has to pay attention to her hair, makeup, clothing, and jewelry choices.
Michele Bachmann
#90. Did you really mean what you said?" she asked softly. "If God Himself were waiting at Gloucester, you would not relinquish me?" He did not meet her gaze, but the muscles in his arms bunched beneath her hands as he pulled her close again. "I meant it, he whispered, burying his lips in her hair.
Marsha Canham
#91. I wrap my arms around her, one hand in her hair, one around her waist and I hug her more tightly than I've hugged anyone since ... my parents.
Ella Dominguez
#92. You see?" he asked, his voice softening to a velvety punas he felt her tremble. His warm breath stirred her hair. "All I have to do is touch you. It's the same for me, Faith. I don't like this worth a damn, but by God, I want you, and we're going to do something about it.
Linda Howard
#93. Her hair was copper-red, like the grass of the shore on which the spring floods leave their rust; but her eyes were dark, like the pools among the marshes, drawing the beholder down into their depths, and their surface was still as bog-water.
Aino Kallas
#94. When Britney shaves off all her hair and beats paparazzi with umbrellas - that's what celebrities are supposed to do. They're not supposed to be reasonable, middle-aged guys drinking organic tea talking about semiotics.
Moby
#95. The music slowed. She pulled away first, slinking back the required four steps. Merik didn't look away from her face, and he only distantly noticed that, as she pulled away, his Windwitchery seemed to settle. Her skirts stopped swishing, her hair fluttered back to her shoulders.
Susan Dennard
#96. He took the necklace out of the box and carefully fastened it around her neck. Just like he'd imagined himself doing when he bought it. That might even be why he bought it - so he'd have this moment, under her hair. He ran his fingertips along the chain and settled the pendant on her throat.
Rainbow Rowell
#97. In a
few hours, she'll see Anna for herself. She'll see
her dressed in blood, her hair floating like it's
suspended in water, eyes black and shining. And
when she does, she won't be able to catch her
breath.
Kendare Blake
#98. I should have known you'd have no taste," Olivia says and rubs her temples. "Tacky from the tips of her toes, to her hair colored with what I can only assume is actual bleach." She turns and points to John. "Hey, you would know. Does the carpet match the drapes?
Katelin LaMontagne
#99. Every man wishes to be king. Her hair snapped about her, buzzing.
Kay Kenyon
#100. Mama read it an began pulling her hair an weepin an praisin the Lord, 'cause it say I am 'Temporarily Deferred' on account of I am a numbnuts.
Winston Groom
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