“Reviving Spring, a toast to thy fresh lips! Thy blush is music, and e'en heaven lurks In thy thick perfumed hair that hangs about Thy flowered shoulders like enchanted rain; Thy sigh is song and thy soft breath a balm, Dispelling death -- soft loosing his cold grip, Unravelling darkness in the heart of pain, As o'er dank waters rings the laugh of dawn.” HeartPainSongHeavenWaterDarknessLaughingHairColdSpringRainBreathsLipsRingsShouldersDawnThickSighToastsEnchantedDankDispelling Book:Cloudrifts at Twilight Source: Cloudrifts at Twilight
“I really am super lazy and doing long hair, especially mine, is a big pain in the butt. It's filled with cowlicks and kinks and curls and frizz - and it was taking too much time in the morning.” LongBigsPainMorningToo MuchMinesHairFilledLazyCurlsLong HairKink Author:Ginnifer Goodwin
“Women hock their jewels and their husbands' insurance policies to acquire an unaccustomed shade in hair or crêpe de chine. Why then is it that when anyone commits anything novel in the arts he should be always greeted by this same peevish howl of pain and surprise? One is led to suspect that the interest people show in these much talked of commodities, painting, music, and writing, cannot be very deep or very genuine when they so wince under an unexpected impact.” PeopleShouldWritingArtShowsPainArtistInterestNovelPolicyPaintingHairHusbandImpactSurpriseGenuineCommitAcquireUnexpectedSuspectsShadeCommodityJewelsNoveltyVery DeepHowlInsurance PolicyWince Author:John Dos Passos
“I brush my hair, waiting in the pain machine for my bones to get hard, for the soft, soft bones that were laid apart and were screwed together. They will knit. And the other corpse, the fractured heart, I feed it piecemeal, little chalice. I'm good to it.” HeartLittlesHardPainTogetherWaitingHairMachinesBonesBrushesCorpsesChalice Book:Love Poems Source: Love Poems
“Afterward, I curl around her. We lie in silence until darkness falls, and then, haltingly, she begins to talk...She speaks without need or even room for response, so I simply hold her and stroke her hair. She talks of the pain, grief, and horror of the past four years; of learning to cope with being the wife of a man so violent and unpredictable his touch made her skin crawl and of thinking, until quite recently, that she'd finally managed to do that. And then, finally, of how my appearance had forced her to realize she hadn't learned to cope at all.” ThinkingMenNeedsYearsMadePainPastLyingFallSpeakRealizingRoomsGriefSilenceDarknessFourWifeHairHorrorSkinsResponseAppearanceViolentFour YearsStrokesUnpredictableCurls Author:Sara Gruen
“I can see his pain, see it in the way he runs his fingers through his hair, over and over, and I understand what it costs him to hide it all.” WayI CanRunningPainHairCostFingers Book:A Great and Terrible Beauty Source: A Great and Terrible Beauty