Top 100 Quotes About White Hair
#1. The justification for rap rock seems to be that if you take really bad rock and put really bad rap over it, the result is somehow good, provided the raps are barked by an overweight white guy with cropped hair and forearm tattoos.
John Jeremiah Sullivan
#2. His old riot of black hair was now a translucent scrim of white, but his blue eyes still threw sparks.
Laura Hillenbrand
#3. I've never had anyone just stick their hands through my hair. Yet. If they ask, I go, 'OK, you can, if you want to. It's probably just going to feel like most people's.' I take it as a compliment.
Charlie White
#4. From my own personal standpoint, I've always preferred my hair shorter because it's just easier.
Charlie White
#5. Can I help you? She was middle height and very pretty. He had an overall impression of fine bones and white linen, topped with a wealth of curly brown hair in a sort of half-tamed chignon. And in the middle of it all, the most extraordinary pair of light eyes, just the color of well-aged sherry.
Diana Gabaldon
#6. 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
#7. The music, and the banquet, and the wine
The garlands, the rose odors, and the flowers, The sparkling eyes, and flashing ornaments
The white arms and the raven hair
the braids, And bracelets; swan-like bosoms, and the necklace, An India in itself, yet dazzling not.
Lord Byron
#8. When I was younger, I was very princessy. I always wanted to be blond-haired and blue-eyed. This was before Mulan, so I was very upset about all the Cinderellas. I always tried to imagine that maybe Snow White was Chinese since she had black hair.
Grace Lin
#9. Kindness is the only charm permitted to the aged; it is the coquetry of white hairs.
Octave Feuillet
#10. I'm afraid to look in the mirror. I'm afraid I'm going to see an old lady with white hair, just like the old ladies in the park. Alittle bundle in a black shawl just waiting for the coffin.
Paddy Chayefsky
#11. Like the vampire Lothaire, the Enemy of Old, with his white-blond hair and eerily sinister hotness.
Kresley Cole
#12. I like the word clandestine. It feels medieval. Sometimes I think of words as being alive. If clandestine were alive, it would be a pale little girl with hair the color of fall leaves and a dress as white as the moon.
Carol Rifka Brunt
#13. Spare your father's white hair; spare the tender years of your child, offer a sacrifice for the prosperity of the emperor'. I replied 'no'. 'Are you a Christian?' asked Hilarian. And I answered 'yes I am'.
Vibia Perpetua
#14. For the first time since hearing about the Treaty of Versailles in detail, Mondaugen found himself crying. They'll drain his juices, he thought; caress his bones with their paw-pads, gag on his fine white hair.
Anonymous
#15. I want Prince Charming to ride up on a white horse and carry me off to his castle. The only difference between me and other girls is once I get there, I want him to bend me over the throne and pull my hair while he fucks me hard and calls me names.
Stylo Fantome
#16. 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
#17. In my own eyes, I could only see how ridiculous I looked. How typical white-girl-goes-to-Africa. But in their eyes, the hair was a way to make me part of them, at least for a moment.
Jessica Posner
#19. His white hair seemed to be waving at someone it knew in the next room.
Douglas Adams
#20. 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
#21. I'm married to a white man, and then my daughter came out looking like the whitest white child with blonde hair and blue eyes. And I'm like, 'Omigosh, now what am I going to do?' She has my mom's features and is lighter than my husband. And my boy is browner than I am. Brown eyes and really tan.
Karyn Parsons
#22. At Moscow's Bolshoi Ballet Academy, I studied under a brilliant and fiery teacher. This tiny, stuttering old man flew into a rage if his students' white socks failed to reach mid-calf level. Nor could he tolerate floppy hair. We wore hairnets to class - an athletic brigade of short order cooks.
Sascha Radetsky
#23. But I know it was a dull white, and had strange large greyish-red eyes; also that there was flaxen hair on its head and down its back.
H.G.Wells
#24. Forget black and white and try on gray. In hair color, wardrobe or life choices, it may feel more enlivening than you imagine.
Gina Greenlee
#25. 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
#26. Tell her that you love her hair, that you love her skin, her lips, because, in truth, you love them more than you love your own.
Junot Diaz
#27. Presently I shall be introduced as 'this venerable old gentleman' and the axe will fall when they raise me to the degree of 'grand old man'. That means on our continent any one with snow-white hair who has kept out of jail till eighty.
Stephen Leacock
#28. His wild white hair and beard projected from all angles of his face, making him look like a dandelion gone to seed.
Kaza Kingsley
#29. 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
#30. He walked by instinct along one white road, on which early birds hopped and sang, and found himself outside a fenced garden. There he saw the sister of Gregory, the girl with the gold-red hair, cutting lilac before breakfast, with the great unconscious gravity of a girl.
G.K. Chesterton
#31. Got it," I say as he hands me a pencil skirt, a crisp long-sleeved white shirt, and some low black heels. "This is what I'm wearing?" I'm a librarian. "Can I safely assume the accessories will include glasses on a chain and my hair in a bun? Should I shush people tonight?
J.A. Huss
#33. It was simple reality - most competitive tennis players in my day were privileged, spoiled, entitled and white. Also, many of them were beautiful, fit, tan and of good stock - great big hair and white teeth and long legs. Then there were the rest of us.
Anne Lamott
#34. People can graduate from beauty school and know everything about white hair and nothing about African-American hair.
Tracie Thoms
#35. Her black brows, her reddish-tawny hair and the pure red and white of her complexion defied the searching decomposing radiance: she might have been some fabled creature whose home was in a beam of light.
Edith Wharton
#36. Ugh," she muttered, tugging his hair. "Your are so pretty. Like delicate butterfly beneath my boot."
"Ugh, " he replied, pulling one of her own curls, which were thick and coarse. "You are so mad. Like a rabid hound that needs to be put down.
Kiersten White
#37. 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
#38. She was still a girl, a slight lovely girl who lay in bed and ate chocolates, a girl whose hair smelled like hyacinth and whose white scarves fluttered jauntily in the breeze;
Donna Tartt
#39. I used to get my hair dyed at a place called Big Hair. It cost $15. They just used straight bleach, so my hair was the color of white lined paper, and my eyebrows looked like they were done with a thick black marker.
Amy Poehler
#40. I tried eHarmony, because I liked the white hair and glasses of that guy on the commercials, and his manner was gentle, but eHarmony told me that the system and it's twenty nine levels of compatibility couldn't find anyone for me.
That hurt my feelings.
Craig Lancaster
#41. Dark hair on a white pillow, an ache inside, his face a reflection in her eye.
Donna Lynn Hope
#42. With the red hair, you get the white skin; it's a package deal. The cons are that you never look particularly attractive on the beach. The pros are in a softly lit room, you look pretty.
Marcia Cross
#43. Superman, Iron Man, Batman" - Flyaway Hair winces visibly - "you name it. Rich, powerful, white alpha males who dress up in gimp suits and beat up ethnically diverse lower-class criminals.
Charles Stross
#44. My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears.
Lord Byron
#45. Her hair was so fair that it was white, the kind of platinum-blonde tresses that should have belonged to a long-dead movie starlet, her lips were painted crimson, and she looked to be somewhere between twenty-five and fifty.
Neil Gaiman
#47. It's rare in the NBA, but I have a lot of young female fans from eight to eighteen because of the way I dress and the way I do my hair. People sometimes call me a pretty boy, but I embrace it. It's fun, and I guess it just kind of comes with being a good looking white guy in the league.
Chandler Parsons
#48. That she is beautiful, an impossible kind of beauty, composed of all the wrong elements: white hair, the flawless but deeply lined skin, the freckles of age dotting the hands and face.
Sue Miller
#49. My hair is not really white; it's kind of grayish, and I don't like the color. So I make it totally white with Klorane dry shampoo. That is the best thing to do because my hair is always clean.
Karl Lagerfeld
#50. It is not white hair that engenders wisdom.
Menander
#51. You don't have any hair at all at the tops of your thighs," I said, admiring the smooth white skin there. "Why is that, do you think?"
"The cow licked it off the last time she milked me," he said between his teeth. "For God's sake, Sassenach!
Diana Gabaldon
#52. 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
#53. All I wanted was eighteen holes of golf on Saturday afternoon, and instead I turned into Snow White with hair on my chest.
Stephen King
#54. Run a hand through your hair, like the white boys do, even though the only thing that runs easily through your hair is Africa.
Junot Diaz
#55. All of our presidents come into office looking so vigorous ... They grow grayer and grayer, and by the time they leave, they're as white as the building they live in ... I have one big advantage: I've been coloring my hair for years. So you're not going to see me turn white in the White House.
Hillary Clinton
#56. I wither slowly in thine arms; here at the quiet limit of the world, a white hair'd shadow roaming like a dream.
Alfred Tennyson
#57. Given Fanon's subsequent traumatic encounter with the white gaze ('Look, maman, a negro'), it is ironic that it was he and Manville who gazed at the children and could not take their eyes off them. They had never seen a girl with truly red hair, or such a blond boy, and they were fascinated.
David Macey
#58. 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
#59. ...Minnesota, Wisconsin, all around there... has the kind of women I liked when I was younger. Pale-skinned and blue-eyed, hair so fair it's almost white, wine-colored lips, and round, full breasts with the veins running through them like a good cheese.
Neil Gaiman
#60. Death metal uses a lot of white face paint and black hair dye to make its point. I quite enjoy this genre for its intensity, extremism and underlying irony: You have to be alive to play it and listen to it.
Henry Rollins
#61. I hate with a vengeance having to go anywhere near Ronald McFucking Donald with his bright red scary hair, yellow fucktard suit, pasty white powdery skin, and obscenely high eyebrows. How the hell he doesn't bother every person on this planet mystifies me.
K.M. Golland
#62. He just wanted to stand close to her, touch her hair that was white as glacier milk ...
Janet Fitch
#63. Sometimes, growing up, I tried to be very Latina; I would change my voice ... experiment with my hair a lot, trying to figure out who I was in a primarily white school.
Monica Raymund
#64. I'm sure there's somebody out there who doesn't like Betty White because she's short and has white hair.
Ellen DeGeneres
#65. Her honey-blonde hair is strewn across her face as she sways her head. She's working a red sequined bikini separated by a tan, flat stomach, and a butterfly tattoo resting on her left hip. Her legs are clad in black fishnets that run into a pair of white-heeled boots - still a knockout.
Kevin James Moore
#66. Jem looked at ease in a white sweater and dark jeans. His black hair had a single, dramatic streak of silver in it that stood out against his brown skin.
Cassandra Clare
#67. I would like to say my hair turned white
overnight, but it didn't.
Instead it was my heart;
bleached out like meat in water.
Margaret Atwood
#68. Flakes of white fall thru the trees and onto the road, catching on our clothes and hair. It's a silent fall and it's weird how it makes everything else seem quiet, too, like it's trying to tell you a secret, a terrible, terrible secret.
Patrick Ness
#70. What would you be like if you had white hair and had not given up your principles? It might be wise as you deal with coalition efforts to think about the possibilities of going for fifty years.
Bernice Johnson Reagon
#71. He combed his milk-white hair and crooned a tune to himself, clipped on his yellow chamois shoulder holster and stepped out into the soft night and his smooth car.
As he drove, he considered the stars. It would all be over in a flash.
Michael Moorcock
#72. And her slender white neck was bowed over her book, the fair hair falling on either side of it
L.J.Smith
#73. I don't know a lot of guys who started out as a hard rock and roller with a white stripe in their hair. Suddenly I do a TV movie and I wake up the next day and I'm a teen idol, like I'd laid on a beach in California all my life waiting for that to happen.
Rex Smith
#74. One day I gave Clifford a bath. And I combed his hair and took hom to the dog show. I'd like to say Clifford won first prize ... but he didn't. I don't care. You can keep all your small dogs. You can keep all your black, white, brown, and spotted dogs. I'll keep Clifford ... Wouldn't you?
Norman Bridwell
#75. I've always seen white picket fences in your eyes when you look at me. I was positive I wasn't that guy. I was wrong. One of these days, when you're ready, I'll give that dream to you. And you're going to give me a gorgeous little girl or two with your dark curly hair and smiles that slay me.
Sylvia Day
#76. He held his hat in his hand; there was no disorder in his clothing; his coat was carefully buttoned: he was very pale, and he trembled slightly; his hair, which had still been gray on his arrival in Arras, was now entirely white: it had turned white during the hour he had sat there.
Victor Hugo
#77. Best to have only a few absolutely perfect trait - for example, my hair and eyes and sparkling personality - so you don't overwhelm.
Kiersten White
#78. My hair is an untidy bob. I am very dark, but I embellish the roots because I am white in one clump.
Erin O'Connor
#79. He was a beefy man with fluffy popcorn hair, white shirt, and dark green chinos.
Stephen King
#80. But just then the moon, sailing through the black clouds, appeared behind the jagged crest of a beetling, pine-clad rock, and by its light I saw around us a ring of wolves, with white teeth and lolling red tongues, with long, sinewy limbs and shaggy hair. They were
Bram Stoker
#81. You're beautiful." His words warmed her skin and tugged at her heart, and this time she believed he meant what he said. He rested his forehead against her, his dark hair in stark contrast to her white flesh. "I knew you would be. I've always known. Always.
Rachel Gibson
#82. Her skin was as white as snow, her lips as red as blood, and her long hair as black as ebony.
C.J. Redwine
#83. He smiled at two people walking by: a tall, good-looking boy with a streak of white in his dark hair and a brunette girl whose eyes were shaded by sunglasses. They ignored him. But
Cassandra Clare
#84. The men and women cut their hair close round to the ears and eyes. The women, after the manner of the Parthians, cover their heads with a large white veil, folded together in the form of a crown.
Giraldus Cambrensis
#85. Minutes, hours, days, months, and years,
Pass'd over to the end they were created,
Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Ah, what a life were this!
William Shakespeare
#86. I wore white kabuki makeup, had blue-black hair. At one point, I shaved an inch and a half around my hairline and continued the white makeup up so it made my head look slightly deformed. I thought it was hilarious.
Melissa McCarthy
#87. It used to be all black, like my mother's. When I danced with the Lord of the Dead for the first time, he said it was beautiful, and he ran his fingers though it. All the hair turned white around them, out of jealousy. That's why I only have five black streaks left. Those are the parts he touched.
Seanan McGuire
#88. Because I was really white and because a cruel fairy stepmother, who was understandably jealous of my beauty, had turned me into a too-big Negro girl, with nappy black hair, broad feet and a space between her teeth that would hold a number-two pencil.
Maya Angelou
#89. Do you want to tell me what you're doing up here in the middle of the woods?" He gazed at her milky white skin, dark hair, and wide eyes. "If you're looking for the seven dwarfs, they live in the next forest over.
Deborah Blake
#90. Wrinkles and bones, white hair and diamonds: I can't wait.
Truman Capote
#91. Angels don't exist.
Flawless skin, perfect hair, flowing white robes, all topped off with an adorable set of fluffy pink wings. Yeah. If you see that wandering around, you've probably stumbled onto the set of a Victoria's Secret catalog shoot. Prepare to get your butt kicked by security.
Cecily White
#92. Every president, if you watch what they look like when they come into office, you can see their hair turn white because it's such a hard job.
Hillary Clinton
#93. The morning sun on her white hair and pale face made her seem almost translucent. She'd been a beautiful woman in her day, with wide eyes, high cheekbones, and a long, thin nose. Sometimes you could still catch sight of that beauty, and it was like looking through enchanted glass.
Sarah Addison Allen
#94. There was white in the flesh of his mouth and his cheeks and his hair was white and his eyes had faded, with white in the vague blueness there.
Ray Bradbury
#95. When I came out, the dress was waiting. I didn't know what I was expecting, but a full-length, white, gauzy dress fit for a Roman goddess, wasn't it. The dress was one-shouldered and had a thick, ropey silver belt around the waist. It was beautiful and set off my dark hair.
Stormy Smith
#96. And lock your hands to the table so they don't flail around or touch your hair.
Kate White
#97. Holder walks in dressed in a casual white t-shirt and dark denim jeans, his hair freshly washed since our run this morning. As soon as I see him, the stomach virus/hot flashes/butterflies return.
Colleen Hoover
#98. Old and sick, more than one hundred years Face haggard, hair white, I'm happy to still live in the mountains A cloth covered phantom watching the years flow by Why envy people with clever ways of living?
Hanshan
#99. Now, his hair is white and he no longer understands anyone's need to love, for he has lost everything, not to love, but to his games of love; and when you love as a game, you lose everything, as he lost his home and wife, and now he clings to me, afraid of loss, afraid of solitude.
Anais Nin
#100. Your hair is so white now it can talk back to the police.
Cecily Strong