Uncombed Course Quotes

#1. Effort without talent is a depressing situation ... but talent without effort is a tragedy.

Mike Ditka

#2. And there I was, 225 pounds, perpetually lost and confused, short legs, ape-like upper body, all chest, no neck, head too large, blurred eyes, hair uncombed, 6 feet of geek, waiting for her.

Charles Bukowski

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

Guy De Maupassant

#4. Messy hair, uncombed, gel-free, un-styled and perfectly imperfect.

Jasinda Wilder

#5. It is easy for most of us to keep our hands from picking and stealing when picking and stealing plainly lead to prison diet and prison garments. But when silks and satins come of it, and with the silks and satins general respect, the net result of honesty does not seem to be so secure.

Anthony Trollope

#6. Of course they were saying: No doping! But as a rider, it's difficult to believe that things can really change from one day to the next.

Patrik Sinkewitz

#7. But, like many ideas, that one was more appealing in concept than in execution

Diana Gabaldon

#8. Yes, she is practically a walking skeleton with uncombed orange hair.

Lisa Dekis

#9. If you walk into somebody's office with your hair uncombed and a pick in the back, and your shoes untied, and your pants half down, tattoos up and down your arms and on your neck, and you wonder why somebody won't hire you? They don't hire you 'cause you look like you're crazy!

Michael Nutter

#10. goat. His performance was riveting, bolstered as it was with red, swollen eyes, uncombed hair, trembling hands. Had he begun to rent his clothes in grief, Claudia would not have been surprised. She wondered how long he had rehearsed, or if he had at all.

Laura Belgrave

#11. My English teacher has no face. She has uncombed stringy hair that droops on her shoulders. The hair is black from her part to her ears and then neon orange to the frizzy ends. I can't decide if she had pissed off her hairdresser or is morphing into a monarch butterfly. I call her Hairwoman.

Laurie Halse Anderson

#12. A light wind passed his brow, fanning softly his fair uncombed hair and stirring silver points of anxiety in his eyes.

James Joyce

#13. Her phone lay on the table, so I picked it up, turned on the camera, made a stupid face, and snapped a picture. "What the hell are you doing?" Abby said with a giggle.
I searched for my name, and then attached the picture. "So you'll remember how much you adore me when I call.

Jamie McGuire

#14. But the world did not match the picture in my head, and instead I was with a strange, uncombed person, overlooking a sea without water and a forest without trees.

Lemony Snicket