Best hair & hands Quotes | Short & Famous Sayings

“Always meet petulance with gentleness and perverseness with kindness. A gentle hand can lead even en elephant by a hair. Reply to thine enemy with gentleness.”

Hands Enemy Kindness Hair Gentle Elephants Gentleness Perverseness Petulance

Author:Zoroaster

“I didn't get my hair styled today. I actually stuck my hand in a socket and this is the way it turned out.”

Way Hands Today Hair Stuck

Author:Clinton Portis

“I know I shall not live very long... If I've painted three good pictures, then I shall leave gladly with flowers in my hand and my hair.”

Ifs Knows Long Hands Three Flower Hair

Author:Paula Modersohn-Becker

“A man who from the beginning has long been soaked in the languid atmosphere of a woman, the scent of her hands, her bosom, her knees, her hair, her lithe and flowing clothes, Sweet bath, suavely Scented with ointments, has acquired a delicacy of skin, a refinement of tone, a kind of androgyny without which the toughest and most virile of geniuses remains, when it comes to artistic perfection, an incomplete being.”

Men Kind Long Hands Women Hair Genius Clothes Perfection Skins Remains Artistic Atmosphere Knees Tone Scent Bosoms Incomplete Refinement Delicacy Androgyny

Author:Charles Baudelaire

“It is rather an unpleasant fact, that the ugliest and awkwardest of brute animals have the greatest resemblance to man: the monkey and the bear. The monkey is ugly too (so we think) because he is like man--as the bear is awkward, because the cumbrous action of its huge paws seems to be a preposterous imitation of the motions of human hands. Men and apes are the only animals that have hairs on the under eye-lid. Let kings know this.”

Source: Delphi Complete Works of Charles and Mary Lamb (Illustrated)

“Death was not. I lived in a simple drowse:Hands and hair moved through a dream of wakening blossoms.Rain sweetened the cave and the dove still called;The flowers leaned on themselves, the flowers in hollows;And love, love sang toward.”

Stills Dream Hands Simple Flower Hair Rain And Love Moved Caves Dove

Book:The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke

Source: The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke

“The owner of Mojo's was a suicide blonde, dyed by her own hand.”

Hands Hair Suicide Owners Blonde Mojo

Author:Rita Mae Brown

“When children ask you questions about gray hairs, and wrinkles in the face, and sighs that have no words, and smiles too bright to be carved upon the radiant face by the hands of hypocrisy--when they ask you about kneeling at the altar, speaking into the vacant air, and uttering words to an unseen and in an invisible Presence--when they interrogate you about your great psalms, and hymns, and anthem-bursts of thankfulness, what is your reply to these? Do not be ashamed of the history. Keep steadily along the line of fact. Say what happened to you, and magnify God in the hearing of the inquirer.”

“Barry Kent's father looks like a big ape and has got more hair on the back of his hands than my father has got on his entire head.”

Looks Hands Bigs Father Hair Apes Kent

Book:Adrian Mole, from Minor to Major: The Mole Diaries : the First Ten Years

Source: Adrian Mole, from Minor to Major: The Mole Diaries : the First Ten Years

“I know I shall not live very long. But why is that so sad? Is a festival more beautiful because it lasts longer? My sensuous perceptions grow sharper, as if I were supposed to take in everything with the few years that will be offered to me ... And now love will still blossom for me before I depart, and if I've painted three good pictures, then I shall leave gladly with flowers in my hand and my hair.”

Ifs Knows Years Long Stills Hands Lasts Beautiful Three Grows Flower Hair Perception Life And Death Festivals So Sad Sensuous

Author:Paula Modersohn-Becker

“Kissing a witch is a perilous business. Everybody knows it's ten times as dangerous as letting her touch your hand, or cut your hair, or steal your shoes. What simpler way is there than a kiss to give power a way into your heart?”

Knows Way Giving Heart Hands Cutting Dangerous Hair Ten Kissing Shoes Stealing Witch

Author:Emma Donoghue

“Add there was that moment when my mother and father walked in the door disguised as old people. I thought the miles in the car had bent them, dulled their eyes, even grayed and whitened their hair and caused their hands and voices to tremble. At the same time, I found, as I rose form the chair, I'd gotten old along with them.”

People Moments Hands Eye Form Mother Found Father Voice Doors Car Hair Add Rose Miles Chairs That Moment Bent Old People Mother And Father

Author:Louise Erdrich

“For a long time, no village girl would dress her hair or bosom with the sweetest flower from that field of death: and after many a year had come and gone, the berries growing there, were still believed to leave too deep a stain upon the hand that plucked them.”

Years Long Stills Hands Girl Gone Growing Fields Flower Hair Long Time Dresses Village Bosoms Sweetest Stains Berries Spooky Too Deep

Book:Christmas Books

Source: Christmas Books

“... when the locked door opens, and there comes in a young woman, deadly pale, and with long fair hair, who glides to the fire, and sits down in the chair we have left there, wringing her hands.”

Long Hands Young Left Fire Doors Hair Fairs Chairs Locked Pale Young Women Spooky Locked Doors

Book:A Christmas Treasury

Source: A Christmas Treasury

“On summer evenings, when every flower, and tree, and bird, might have better addressed my soft young heart, I have in my day been caught in the palm of a female hand by the crown, have been violently scrubbed from the neck to the roots of the hair as a purification for the Temple, and have then been carried off highly charged with saponaceous electricity, to be steamed like a potato in the unventilated breath of the powerful Boanerges Boiler and his congregation, until what small mind I had, was quite steamed out of me”

Source: Novels

“Pale brows, still hands and dim hair, I had a beautiful friend And dreamed that the old despair Would end in love in the end.”

Stills Ends Hands Beautiful Hope Hair Lovers Despair Pale Brows

Book:The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats

Source: The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats

“Religion is based on the insistence that over and above all is a purpose and a guiding hand that is beneficent and kind, and would not leave a hair unnumbered or let a sparrow fall unnoticed to the ground. Those who cherish such hallucinations forget that the all-loving power is inflicting tuberculosis, cancer, famine, and pestilence on the trusting, simple sons of men.”

Men Kind God Hands Purpose Fall Religious Simple Forget Son Hair Cancer Cherish Famine Unnoticed Hallucinations Insistence Sparrows Pestilence Tuberculosis

Author:Clarence Darrow

“He was all emotion all the time, constantly talking about his feelings and his profound love for her. He was minutes from getting his first period. He wrote poems too. It's my personal belief that if men are writing poems, they're making up for something else like a big hair back, or one ball. Not that one ball is a bad thing. Especially since I don't know any females who are dying to their their hands on a set of balls. The way I see it, the less balls, the better.”

“The lily I condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair: The roses fearfully on thorns did stand, One blushing shame, another white despair; A third, nor red nor white, had stol'n of both And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath; But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth A vengeful canker eat him up to death. More flowers I noted, yet I none could see But sweet or colour it had stol'n from thee.”

Hands Growth White Sweet Flower Hair Pride Despair Red Thirds Breaths Shame Rose Thee Colour Theft Thorns Bud Lilies Robbery Blushing Vengeful

Book:The Plays of Shakespeare with the Poems

Source: The Plays of Shakespeare with the Poems

“Between the years of ninety-two and a hundred and two, however, we shall be the ribald, useless, drunken, outcast person we have always wished to be. We shall have a long white beard and long white hair; we shall not walk at all, but recline in a wheel chair and bellow for alcoholic beverages; in the winter we shall sit before the fire with our feet in a bucket of hot water, a decanter of corn whiskey near at hand, and write ribald songs against organized society... We look forward to a disreputable, vigorous, unhonoured, and disorderly old age.”

“I think that there are so many women who understand nothing about clothes and they should try and understand themselves before they start putting on disguises: they should stand in front of the mirror for a day, two days or three, and find out what they have which is beautiful, interesting: what they should show: hair, neck, arms, or hands.”

Thinking Should Trying Two Shows Hands Beautiful Three Interesting Fronts Hair Arms Clothes Mirrors Necks Disguise Two Days

Author:Sonia Rykiel

“The wind in the grain is the caress to the spouse; it is the hand of peace stroking her hair.”

Hands Wind Hair Grain Spouse Caress

Book:Flight to Arras

Source: Flight to Arras

“You hold in your hand the camel's-hair brush of a painter of Life. You stand before the vast white canvas of Time. The paints are your thoughts, emotions and acts.”

Hands White Emotion Hair Paint Painter Canvas Brushes Camels

Author:Wilferd Peterson

“To sing is to praise God and the daffodils, and to praise God is to thank Him, in every note within my small range, and every color in the tones of my voice, with every look into the eyes of my audience, to thank Him. Thank you, God, for letting me be born, for giving me eyes to see the daffodils lean in the wind, all my brothers, all my sisters, for giving me ears to hear crying, legs to come running, hands to smooth damp hair, a voice to laugh with and to sing with...to sing to you and the daffodils.”

Giving Looks Hands Eye Running Voice Born Audience Laughing Cry Color Brother Wind Hair Ears Praise Notes Legs Range Tone My Brother My Sister Smooth Damp Praise God Thank You God Daffodil

Book:DAYBREAK

Source: DAYBREAK

“When lovely woman stoops to folly and Paces about her room again, alone, She smooths her hair with automatic hand, And puts a record on the gramophone.”

Hands Rooms Records Hair Lovely Folly Pace Smooth Stoops Lovely Woman

Author:T. S. Eliot

“I have the weirdest job. The hair and makeup people were talking the other day about how weird their job is. And costumes, they have to be in people's faces and have to reach in their skirts to pull their shirts down and stuff. I was like, "You guys, I meet someone, I shake their hand, and then I kiss them. And sober. During midday. For money."”

People Hands Jobs Faces Guy Stuff Talking Like You Hair Kissing Down And Shirts Shakes Makeup Sober Costumes Skirts Hair And Makeup

Author:Mary Elizabeth Ellis

“I think with the '70s style, you can do a bigger curling iron, so you get those long swirls. If you want it natural-natural, you can also just brush your hair out and tease that. So, it varies on what kind of thing you want to do, but it's nice to have a couple more hands in there to help me or else it takes really long.”

Ifs Thinking Want Kind Long Helping Hands Can Do Natural Nice Style Hair Couple Bigger Help Me Iron Brushes Vary Tease Really Long Swirls

Author:Jillian Hervey

“I want a guy who is masculine, good with his hands, and able to build stuff and who has survival skills. Facial hair is a big turn-on... I like a stronger, more physically imposing man - like a lumberjack.”

Men Want Hands Bigs Kids Able Guy Turns Stuff New York Hair Type Skills Survival Stronger Hanging Out Masculine Turn-on Imposing Hipster Facial Survival Skills Facial Hair I Want A Guy

Author:Chloe Sevigny

“I crossed the room, and what you did was to feel my hair over and over again and in different ways, touch it, with the palm of your hand... felt it, strands of hair, with your fingers, touched it as if it were cloth, the way a child touches its favorite surfaces.”

Ifs Way Feels Children Different Hands Felt Rooms Hair Fingers Surface Different Ways Touched Palms Strands

Book:A Fanatic Heart: Selected Stories of Edna O'Brien

Source: A Fanatic Heart: Selected Stories of Edna O'Brien

“I lost the conviction that lights would always turn green for me, the pleasant certainty that those rather passive virtues which had won me approval as a child automatically guaranteed me not only Phi Beta Kappa keys but happiness, honor, and the love of a good man; lost a certain touching faith in the totem power of good manners, clean hair, and a proven competence on the Stanford-Binet scale. To such doubtful amulets had my self-respect been pinned, and I faced myself that day with the non-plused apprehension of someone who has come across a vampire and has no crucifix at hand.”

“After a while I understood that, talking this way, everything dissolves: justice, pine, hair, woman, you and I. There was a woman I made love to and I remembered how, holding her small shoulders in my hands sometimes, I felt a violent wonder at her presence like a thirst for salt, for my childhood river with its island willows, silly music from the pleasure boat, muddy places where we caught the little orange-silver fish called pumpkinseed. It hardly had to do with her. Longing, we say, because desire is full of endless distances.”

“I drew laughing, high-breasted girls aquaplaning without a care in the world, as a result of being amply protected against such national evils as bleeding gums, facial blemishes, unsightly hairs, and faulty or inadequate life insurance. I drew housewives who, until they reached for the right soap flakes, laid themselves wide open to straggly hair, poor posture, unruly children, disaffected husbands, rough (but slender) hands, untidy (but enormous) kitchens.”

World Children Hands Care Girl Evil Poor Results Laughing Hair Husband Wide Enormous Kitchen Rough Protected Soap Inadequate Bleeding Posture Housewife Gum Facial Slender Flakes Unruly

Author:J. D. Salinger

“But doctors talk about cells as if they had such unlimited importance all by themselves. As if they didn't really belong to the person that has them." Teddy brushed back his hair from his forehead with one hand. "I grew my own body," he said. "Nobody else did it for me. So if I grew it, I must have known how to grow it. Unconsciously, at least. I may have lost the conscious knowledge of how to grow it sometime in the last few hundred thousand years, but the knowledge is still there, because—obviously—I've used it.”

Ifs Years May Persons Said Stills Body Hands Lasts Used Lost Grows My Own Known Hair Grew Thousand Conscious Hundred Doctors Importance Cells Thousand Years Unlimited Foreheads Teddy

Author:J. D. Salinger

“Fang’s hand gently smoothed my hair off my neck. My breath froze in my chest, and every sense seemed hyperalert. His hand stroked my hair again, so softly, and then trailed across my neck and shoulder and down my back, making me shiver. I looked up. “What the heck are you doing?” “Helping you change your mind,” he whispered, and then he leaned over, tilted my chin up, and kissed me.”

Mind Helping Hands Hair Breaths Shoulders Necks Chests Chins Fangs Shiver Changing Your Mind Chin Up

Author:James Patterson

“galatea was a serious girl. she was pale and looked like tears all over. big ed passed his hand through his hair and said hello. she looked at him steadily. "where have you been? why did you do this to me?" and she gave dean a dirty look; she knew the score. dean paid absolutely no attention; what he wanted now was food; he asked jane if there was anything. the confusion began right there.”

Ifs Looks Said Hands Bigs Wanted Girl Attention Tears Serious Hair Paid Confusion Dirty Score Pale Hello Jane Dean

Author:Jack Kerouac

“No,' he said, 'memory's a poor thing to have. It's your own real hair and mouth and arms and eyes and hands I want. I didn't know I could ever love anything so much.”

Knows Want Said Real Hands Eye Memories Poor Hair Arms Mouths Real Hair

Book:The Amber Spyglass

Source: The Amber Spyglass

“I sometimes used to ask myself, what on earth did I love her for? Maybe fore the warm hazel iris of her fluffy eyes, or for the natural side-wave of her brown hair, done anyhow, or again for that movement of her plump shoulders. But, probably the truth was that I loved her because she loved me. To her I was the ideal man: brains, pluck. And there was none dressed better. I remember once, when I first put on that new dinner jacket, with the vast trousers, she clapsed her hands, sank down on a chair and murmured: 'Oh, Hermann...." It was ravishment bordering upon something like heavenly woe.”

“To crave and to have are as like as a thing and its shadow. For when does a berry break upon the tongue as sweetly as when one longs to taste it, and when is the taste refracted into so many hues and savors of ripeness and earth, and when do our senses know any thing so utterly as when we lack it? And here again is a foreshadowing - the world will be made whole. For to wish for a hand on one's hair is all but to feel it. So whatever we may lose, very craving gives it back to us again.”

Knows World Giving Feels May Doe Made Whole Hands Earth Wish Loses Break Hair Taste Shadow Longing Tongue Senses Crave Craving Berries Hue Foreshadowing Ripeness

Author:Marilynne Robinson

“It is still news to her that passion could steer her wrong though she went down, a thousand times strung out across railroad tracks, off bridges under cars, or stiff glass bottle still in hand, hair soft on greasy pillows, still it is news she cannot follow love (his burning footsteps in blue crystal snow) & still come out all right.”

Stills Hands Passion Car Hair Thousand News Blue Glasses Track Snow Burning Bridges Bottles Crystals Pillow Footsteps Steers Railroads Railroad Tracks

Author:Diane di Prima

“She looked at a silver birch: it would have a soft, showery voice and would look like a slender girl, with hair blown all about her face and fond of dancing. She looked at the oak: he would be a wizened, but hearty, old man with a frizzled beard and warts on his fact and hands, with hair growing out of the warts. She looked at the beech under which she was standing. Ah! --she would be the best of all. She would be a gracious goddess, smooth and stately, the Lady of the Wood.”

Men Looks Facts Hands Would Be Faces Girl Voice Growing Hair Standing Dancing Woods Being The Best Silver Old Man Goddess Smooth Beard Gracious Oaks Slender Hearty Warts

Author:C. S. Lewis

“it may not always be so; and i say that if your lips, which i have loved, should touch another's, and your dear strong fingers clutch his heart, as mine in time not far away; if on another's face your sweet hair lay in such a silence as i know,or such great writhing words as, uttering overmuch, stand helplessly before the spirit at bay; if this should be, i say if this should be- you of my heart, send me a little word; that i may go unto him, and take his hands, saying, Accept all happiness from me. Then shall i turn my face,and hear one bird sing terribly afar in the lost lands.”

Ifs Knows Should Heart May Littles Hands Faces Spirit Turns Lost Strong Silence Accepting Land Mines Sweet Hair My Heart Bird Lays Fingers Lips Dear Be You Far Away Afar Clutch

Book:100 Selected Poems

Source: 100 Selected Poems

“The girls I dream of are the gentle ones, wistful by high windows or singing sweet old songs at a piano, long hair drifting, tender as apple blossom. But a girl who goes into battle beside you and keeps your back is a different thing, a thing to make you shiver. Think of the first time you slept with someone, or the first time you fell in love: that blinding explosion that left you cracking to the fingertips with electricity, initiated and transformed. I tell you that was nothing, nothing at all, beside the power of putting your lives, simply and daily, into each other's hands.”

“I will be thin and pure like a glass cup. Empty. Pure as light. Music. I move my hands over my body - my shoulders, my collarbone, my rib cage, my hip bones like part of an animal skull, my small thighs. In the mirror my face is pale and my eyes look bruised. My hair is pale and thin and the light comes through. I could be a lot younger than seventeen. I could be a child still, untouched.”

Looks Children Stills Body Hands Light Eye Faces Moving Animal Hair Pure Empty Mirrors Glasses Bones Shoulders Cups Hips Pale Cages Skulls Thighs Seventeen Ribs Bruised Rib Cage

Book:The Hanged Man

Source: The Hanged Man

“It's a GIRL. It's a little girl, with scrunched-up petal lips and a tuft of dark hair and hands in tiny fits, up by her ears. All that time, that's who was in there. And it's weird, but the minute I saw her I just thought: IT'S YOU. Of course it is.”

Littles Hands Girl Courses Dark Saws Minutes Hair Fit Ears Lips Tiny Petals Dark Hair

Author:Sophie Kinsella

“So then I thought, I'd like you to have something to remember me by, you know, if you ever meet some veela when you're off doing whatever you're doing.' I think dating opportunities are going to be pretty thin on the ground, to be honest.' There's a silver lining I've been looking for,' she whispered, and then she was kissing him as she never kissed him before, and Harry was kissing her back, and it was a blissful oblivion, better than firewhiskey; she was the only real thing in the world, Ginny, the feel of her, one hand on her back, the other in her long sweet-smelling hair.”

Ifs Thinking Knows World Feels Long Real Hands Remember Opportunity Honest Sweet Like You Hair Kissing Dating Being Honest Silver Oblivion Real Things Remember Me Kissing Him Kissing Her

Author:J. K. Rowling

“She remembered that once, when she was a little girl, she had seen a pretty young woman with golden hair down to her knees in a long flowered dress, and had said to her, without thinking, "Are you a princess?" The girl had laughed very kindly at her and asked her what her name was. Blanche remembered going away from her, led by her mother's hand, thinking to herself that the girl really was a princess, but in disguise. And she had resolved that someday, she would dress as though she were a princess in disguise.”

Thinking Littles Long Said Hands Young Mother Girl Names Hair Dresses Golden Remembered Knees Someday Going Away Laughed Princess Disguise Young Women Blanche Golden Hair

Author:Regina Doman

“Everything is a self-portrait. A diary. Your whole drug history’s in a strand of your hair. Your fingernails. The forensic details. The lining of your stomach is a document. The calluses on your hand tell all your secrets. Your teeth give you away. Your accent. The wrinkles around your mouth and eyes. Everything you do shows your hand.”

Source: Diary: A Novel

“It's in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need of my care, 'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.”

Needs Hands Care Causes Hair Heels Palms Clicks Phenomenal Phenomenal Woman

Book:And Still I Rise

Source: And Still I Rise

“The hand descended. Nearer and nearer it came. It touched the ends of his upstanding hair. He shrank down under it. It followed down after him, pressing more closely against him. Shrinking, almost shivering. He still managed to hold himself together. It was a torment, this hand that touched him and violated his instinct. He could not forget in a day all the evil that had been wrought him at the hands of men.”

Men Stills Ends Hands Together Evil Forget Hair Instinct Touched Torment Shrinking

Book:White Fang (Arcadia Classics)

Source: White Fang (Arcadia Classics)

“Oh baby," he whispers. Steps back. Out of the doorway. His face ashen. He walks slowly back to the kitchen. Leans over the counter. Puts his head in his hands. His hair falls over his fingers. The bathroom door clicks shut. She stays there for a long time. He's pulling his hair out.”

Long Hands Faces Fall Walks Steps Doors Hair Baby Long Time Fingers Kitchen Pulling Bathroom Clicks Doorways

Author:Lisa McMann

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