“I think my wife saw a picture of the rock group Journey, and they're kind of aging, and the one guy had dyed blonde hair with black roots, and... my idea was to get a little earring, I wanted to have a dangling earring.” ThinkingKindLittlesIdeasWantedGuyBlackSawsWifeGroupsJourneyRocksHairRootsAgingMy WifeBlondeEarringsBlonde Hair Author:Fred Willard
“I take my books everywhere. Plane journeys are a good opportunity to study, or also when I'm having my hair done.” BookDoneOpportunityStudyJourneyHairPlanesGood Opportunity Author:Lily Cole
“I would ... go up to the mailbox and sit in the grass, waiting. ... Till it came to me one day there were women doing this with their lives, all over. There were women just waiting and waiting by mailboxes for one letter or another. I imagined me making this journey day after day and year after year, and my hair starting to go gray, and I thought, I was never made to go on like that. ... If there were woman all through life waiting, and women busy and not waiting, I knew which I had to be.” IfsYearsMadeWaitingJourneyHairGoes OnOne DayLettersBusyStartingGrassGrayMailboxes Author:Alice Munro
“Someone asked me recently, "Do you get sick of people asking you about your hair?" And the reason I don't is because I actually feel like you could chronicle my journey of self-acceptance through my journey with my hair. It's a badge of something bigger.” PeopleFeelsSelfReasonJourneyAcceptanceLike YouHairSickBiggerAskingSelf AcceptanceBadgesChroniclesMy Journey Author:Tracee Ellis Ross
“Journey’s end In western lands beneath the Sun The flowers may rise in Spring, The trees may bud, the waters run, The merry finches sing. Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night, And swaying branches bear The Elven-stars as jewels white Amid their branching hair. Though here at journey's end I lie In darkness buried deep, Beyond all towers strong and high, Beyond all mountains steep, Above all shadows rides the Sun And Stars for ever dwell: I will not say the Day is done, Nor bid the Stars farewell.J.” MayEndsDoneRunningLyingNightStrongStarsWaterWhiteDarknessSunTreeJourneyLandFlowerHairBearsMountainSpringShadowWesternBranchesBuriedTowersFarewellJewelsMerryBudSteepSwayingSun And StarsFinches Author:J. R. R. Tolkien
“It's only life. We all get through it. Not all of us complete the journey in the same condition. Along the way, some lose their legs or eyes in acidents or altercations, while others skate through the years with nothing worse to worry about than an occassional bad-hair day. I still possessed both legs and both eyes, and even my hair looked all right when I rose that Wednesday morning in late January. If I returned to bed sixteen hours later, having lost all my hair but nothing else, I would consider the day a triumph. Even minus a few teeth, I'd call it a triumph.” IfsWayYearsStillsEyeLostHoursLosesMorningWorryJourneyConditionsHairBedLateRoseLegsTeethTriumphPossessedJanuarySixteenSkatesWednesdayThrough The YearsMinusBad HairBad Hair DayWednesday Morning Author:Dean Koontz
“I thought of you with your hair silver as snow all through that cold, slow journey from Sirle. I felt you troubled deep within me, and there was no other place in the world I would rather have been than in the cold night riding to you. When you opened your gates to me, I was home.” WorldHas BeensHomeNightFeltJourneyHairColdSnowSilverGatesRidingPlaces In The WorldDeep WithinThoughts Of YouCold Night Book:The Forgotten Beasts of Eld Source: The Forgotten Beasts of Eld