“If I feel ragged, my prep team seems in worse condition, knocking back coffee and sharing brightly colored little pills. As far as I can tell, they never get up before noon unless there's some sort of national emergency, like my leg hair.” IfsFeelsLittlesI CanSeemsTeamConditionsHairLegsCoffeeGet UpEmergenciesPillsNoonKnockingRaggedPreps Book:Catching Fire (The Second Book of the Hunger Games) Source: Catching Fire (The Second Book of the Hunger Games)
“I had always imagined myself hitching up on to my elbows on the delivery table after it was all over - dead white, of course, with no makeup and from the awful ordeal, but smiling and radiant, with my hair down to my waist, and reaching out for my first little squirmy child and saying its name, whatever it was.” FirstsChildrenLittlesCoursesNamesWhiteHairTablesAwfulReachingMakeupReach OutDeliveryRadiantElbowsOrdealsNo Makeup Book:the bell jar Source: the bell jar
“What an unreliable thing is time--when I want it to fly, the hours stick to me like glue. And what a changeable thing, too. Time is the twine to tie our lives into parcels of years and months. Or a rubber band stretched to suit our fancy. Time can be the pretty ribbon in a little girl's hair. Or the lines in your face, stealing your youthful colour and your hair. .... But in the end, time is a noose around the neck, strangling slowly.” WantYearsLittlesEndsFacesGirlHoursLinesOur LivesHairMonthsBandSticksStealingSuitsTiesFancyColourNecksYour FaceEnd TimesGlueRubberRibbonsUnreliableParcelNoosesStranglingRubber Bands Author:Rohinton Mistry
“When I was a little girl I used to read fairy tales. In fairy tales you meet Prince Charming and he's everything you ever wanted. In fairy tales the bad guy is very easy to spot. The bad guy is always wearing a black cape so you always know who he is. Then you grow up and you realize that Prince Charming is not as easy to find as you thought. You realize the bad guy is not wearing a black cape and he's not easy to spot; he's really funny, and he makes you laugh, and he has perfect hair.” KnowsLittlesWantedUsedGuyGirlGrowsEasyBlackRealizingPerfectLaughingGrowing UpHairTalesSpotsFairyFairy TaleCharmingBad GuysCapesMake You Laugh Author:Taylor Swift
“Little sleep's-head sprouting hair in the moonlight, when I come back we will go out together, we will walk out together among, the ten thousand things, each scratched too late with such knowledge, the wages of dying is love.” LittlesTogetherSleepWalksDyingHairThousandTenLateToo LateWagesMoonlight Author:Galway Kinnell
“I can't wait until this show gets on the road," he said. "You and me are going to have so much fun, Rose. Picking out curtains, doing each other's hair, telling ghost stories..." The reference to "ghost stories" hit a little closer to home than I was comfortable with. Not that choosing curtains or brushing Christian's hair was much more appealing.” LittlesSaidI CanStoriesShowsHomeChristianFunWaitingHairComfortableRoseGhostCurtainsBrushingGhost Stories Author:Richelle Mead
“There was something about clowns that was worse than zombies. (Or maybe something that was the same. When you see a zombie, you want to laugh at first. When you see a clown, most people get a little nervous. There's the pallor and the cakey mortician-style makeup, the shuffling and the untidy hair. But clowns were probably malicious, and they moved fast on those little bicycles and in those little crammed cars. Zombies weren't much of anything. They didn't carry musical instruments and they didn't care whether or not you laughed at them. You always knew what zombies wanted.)” PeopleWantFirstsLittlesCareWantedLaughingCarStyleHairInstrumentsMovedMusicalNervousMakeupLaughedZombieClownBicycleMaliciousMusical InstrumentsShufflingMorticians Author:Kelly Link
“The temptation is to stay inside; to subside into the kind of recluse whom neighborhood children regard with derision and little awe; to let the hedges and weeds grow up, to allow the doors to rust shut, to lie on my bed in some gown-shaped garment and let my hair lengthens and spread out over the pillow and my fingernails to sprout into claws, while candle wax drips onto the carpet. But long ago I made a choice between classicism and romanticism. I prefer to be upright and contained—an urn in daylight.” KindChildrenLittlesLongMadeLyingChoicesGrowsGrowing UpDoorsHairBedRegardSpreadTemptationAweNeighborhoodWeedCandleLong AgoCarpetPillowGarmentsRomanticismDaylightClawsRustGownsSproutsFingernailsRecluseDerisionClassicism Author:Margaret Atwood
“You will be getting a haircut, won't you?" Halt ran his hand through his hair. It was getting a little long, he thought. I'll give it a trim," he said, his hand dropping unconciously to the hilt of his saxe knife. This time, Pauline did look up. You'll get a haircut," she said. Her gaze was steady and unwavering. I'll get a haircut," he agreed meekly.” GivingLooksLittlesLongSaidHandsHairRanLook UpKnivesSteadyDroppingHaltHaircutsUnwavering Author:John Flanagan
“For once, he slept first. She lay in the dark, listening to him breathe, stealing a little of his warmth as her own body cooled. Since he was asleep, she stroked his hair. "I love you," she murmured. "I love you so much, I'm stupid about it." With a sigh, she settled down, closed her eyes, and willed her mind to empty. Beside her, Roarke smiled into the dark. He never slept first.” MindFirstsLittlesBodyEyeDarkLove YouStupidHairListeningEmptyLaysBreatheStealingWarmthHer EyesSighLove You So MuchI Love You So Much Book:J. D. Robb In Death Collection Source: J. D. Robb In Death Collection