Summer Hair Quotes

#1. Run for the door if a guy has too much gel in his hair and is too tan and it's not even summer.

Ryan Hansen

#2. The summer brings new and unwanted orange freckles to my face. I hate my hair and my skin ... kids call me freckle-face strawberry. My hair is cherry. Who wants that?

Lisa Dekis

#3. This, I say. This and this. The way his hair looked in summer sun. His face when he ran. His eyes, solemn as an owl at lessons. This and this and this. So many moments of happiness, crowding forward.

Madeline Miller

#4. 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

#5. Her skin was flawless and always cool, always pale; her body was long, like her hair, like her fingers, like her laughter; and her eyes, oh, her eyes, had every season of leaf in them: the twin greens of spring and high summer, the golds of autumn, and, in her rages, black midwinter rot.

Clive Barker

#6. I grew out my armpit hair for the summer. It turns out my natural hair colour isn't blonde.

Anna Faris

#7. She smelled faintly of wildflowers. But beneath that she smelled like autumn leaves. Like the dark smell of her own hair, like road dust and the air before a summer storm.

Patrick Rothfuss

#8. When I was a child, our summer days were spent swimming; chlorine in my hair was like perfume to me.

Patti Davis

#9. We were lying on the blanket in the backyard of 37 Brooks, like we always did that summer. Lena was on her side, cheek resting on her hand, hair loose. Beautiful.

Lauren Oliver

#10. I loved a maid fair as summer, with sunlight in her hair.

George R R Martin

#11. The odors of perfume were fanned out on the summer air by the whirling vents of the grottoes where the women hid like undersea creatures, under electric cones, their hair curled into wild whorls and peaks, their eyes shrewd and glassy, animal and sly, their mouths painted a neon red.

Ray Bradbury

#12. The only thing that held it together the previous summer was baling wire, cheap used parts, and cussin' that would fry the hair out of a frog's nostrils.

Carolyn Brown

#13. Long hair will make thee look dreafully to thine enemies, and manly to thy
friends: it is, in peace, an ornament; in war, a strong helmet; it ...
deadens the leaden thump of a bullet: in winter, it is a warm nightcap; in summer,
a cooling fan of feathers.

Thomas Dekker

#14. It's too hot for me to bother with wearing my hair down in the summer. I'd rather pin it up in braids, or throw it in a top knot so I don't have to think about it the rest of the day.

Mia Moretti

#15. My natural color is dark blond, but right now I like being a brunette. I did a movie last summer and they dyed my hair platinum - I hated it.

Brooke Burns

#16. ."I'm so in love with you, Summer. I don't think that will ever change," he says into my hair.
My eyes close as I fall into deep sleep.

Chantal Fernando

#17. DeLois lived up the block on 142nd Street and never had her hair done, and all the neighbourhood women sucked their teeth as she walked by. Her crispy hair twinkled in the summer sun as her big proud stomach moved her on down the block while I watched, not caring whether or not she was a poem.

Audre Lorde

#18. When she smiles, it feels like the first warm day of March
after an eternity of snow, when you suddenly remember how summer feels on the backs of your bare calves & in the part of your hair.

Jodi Picoult

#19. God's acre was her garden-spot, she said;
She sat there often, of the Summer days,
Little and slim and sweet, among the dead,
Her hair a fable in the leveled rays.

Dorothy Parker

#20. On the lawn one late summer day, her pale hair tangled because she'd cry if anyone tried to brush it, spinning around and around until she got so dizzy she fell in a pile of bare feet and dandelions and sundress.

Holly Black

#21. The smell of her hair lingered just out of reach of his memory and left him with a nervous hum resonating throughout his body like a child forced to sit in church while the sun was shining outside on a perfectly good summer's day.

Erik Tomblin

#22. There's April in her hair. Motion and stillness. Wings and earth. There are tears, and there is ... friendship. There is velvet, and traveling, and distance, bones and blood, summer coming again as it always does, love.

Laura Kasischke

#23. Tanned, toned, curves in the right places and that small waist ... lips, hair, eyes all packaged up like a siren. If she's a siren, I heard her call, and I'm diving in hook, line, and sinker. - Drew Donovan

Kailin Gow

#24. 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

#25. What if just you and I hung out, like last summer?" Nick sat up and began twirling a lock of my wet hair around his finger. "Josh never needs to know.

Dana Burkey

#26. As always, there was an all-American war hero look to him, coded in his tousled brown hair, his summer-narrowed hazel eyes, the straight nose that ancient Anglo-Saxons had graciously passed on to him. Everything about him suggested valor and power and a firm handshake.

Maggie Stiefvater

#27. Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair ...

Susan Polis Schutz

#28. In the summer heat the reapers say, We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair.

Kahlil Gibran

#29. In Sardinia one summer my best friend Marisa Berenson and I ironed each other's hair. We used a hot laundry iron and took turns putting our hair on the ironing board, literally ironing it. That's a recipe for straightening that may be highly successful, but is definitely not recommended.

Diane Von Furstenberg

#30. For a summer of drug abuse on the island of Capri, she packed a wardrobe of black Morticia gowns, dyed her hair green, and paraded through the village streets with a crystal ball, followed by a retainer in gold body paint.

Scot D. Ryersson

#31. Do I look like a shallow Summer girl to you?' She tossed her silver hair, offended. 'I'm a Winter Court royal. I kill silly Summer flowerlets with frost when I yawn.

Vicki Keire