“I wasn't a jock in school, and by the 10th grade, when I was in boarding school I was carrying water buckets for the girls' hockey team. I was the kid with long hair and glasses and acne trying to learn how to play guitar and piano in the music center. I was not an athlete past the age of 13 or 14 when they start throwing the ball really fast.” TryingLongPlayKidsAgeSchoolPastGirlWaterTeamHairBallsGuitarGlassesAthletePianoGradesHockeyThrowingBucketsJocksLong HairAcneHockey Team Author:Michael Weatherly
“What can you say about a guy who lets himself be saddled with a baby when he's thirty-five and losing his hair? Love? Forget about that till you're past seventy, and by then the parts will have stopped working anyway.” PastGuyForgetFiveHairBabyLosingThirtySeventies Author:Gunter Grass
“The people of America are red, white, black, yellow, and all the shades in between. Their eyes are blue, black, and brown, and all the shades in between. Their hair is straight, curly, kinky, and most of it in between. They are tall and short, slim and fat, athletic and anaemic, and most of them in between. They are the different peoples of the world becoming more and more the "in between." They are a people creating a new bridge of mankind in between the past of narrow nationalistic chauvinism and the horizon of a new mankind--a people of the world. Their face is the face of the future.” PeopleWorldDifferentEyeAmericaPastFacesBlackWhiteMankindHairBecomingCreatingRedBlueFatsBridgesBrownTallHorizonShadeYellowAthleticDifferent PeoplesBecoming MoreSlimKinkyChauvinismNationalistic Book:Reveille for Radicals Source: Reveille for Radicals
“Robert Redford ... has turned almost alarmingly blond-he's gone past platinum, he must be into plutonium; his hair is coordinated with his teeth.” PastGoneHairTeethPlatinumPlutonium Author:Pauline Kael
“TV is all about hair. And then skin. And then clothing. And then it's about your voice. And finally the report, what you're actually saying. And 99 times out of 100, it never gets past the hair.” PastVoiceTvsHairSkinsReportsClothings Author:Douglas Coupland
“But most of us who aren't models aren't models, right? And so, you just have to get used to that and sort of read right past it. So. On the sex symbol piece, I don't get that piece. On the personality piece, that people are excited to meet a leader from Mozilla - maybe there's more about meeting me personally than I give credit for, but I find that people are excited about what Mozilla is, more than 'Oh my god, there's Mitchell, look, her hair,' whatever.” PeopleGivingLooksPastUsedSexLeaderPiecesHairPersonalityModelsMeetingsExcitedCreditSymbolsSex SymbolMozilla Author:Mitchell Baker
“I love the smell of shampoo on a girl's hair. You can walk past someone and be like, 'Wow, you took a shower this morning, didn't you? Because you smell lovely.'” PastGirlWalksMorningHairSmellLovelyWowShowersShampooLiking Someone Author:Jensen Ackles
“Because who can describe that look that triggers the memory of loved ones? Who can anticipate the frown, the smile, or the misplaced lock of hair that sends a swift, undeniable signal from the past? Who can ever estimate the power of association, which is always strongest in moments of love and in memories of death?” LooksMomentsPastMemoriesHairStrongestAssociationLoved OnesLocksSignalsTriggersAnticipateMisplacedMoments Of Love Book:A Widow For One Year Source: A Widow For One Year
“Although no one said so, intuitively I knew they were my celestial welcoming committee. It was as if they had all gathered just outside heaven's gate, waiting for me. The first person I recognized was Joe Kulbeth, my grandfather. He looked exactly as I remembered him, with his shock of white hair. ...as I stared into his face, an ecstatic bliss overwhelmed me. ... I couldn't get past the joy of our reunion. How either of us reached heaven seemed irrelevant.” IfsFirstsPersonsSaidPastFacesJoyHeavenWaitingWhiteHairWelcomeRememberedBlissShockGatesGrandfatherCommitteesIrrelevantOverwhelmedMy GrandfatherCelestialFirst PersonReunionEcstaticWhite Hair Book:90 Minutes in Heaven: A True Story of Death and Life Source: 90 Minutes in Heaven: A True Story of Death and Life
“The past is like the hair on our head. I moved to New York when I was twelve, but you always have this feeling that wherever you come from, you physically leave it, but it doesn't leave you.” FeelingsPastNew YorkHairMovedTwelve Author:Edwidge Danticat
“I've been gone on the road for the past three years; maybe I've been home for two or three weeks in a year. I literally live - it's like one of those old movies where they show a train, and pages of a calendar are peeling away like leaves, and then there's a picture of me with gray hair.” YearsTwoShowsHomePastThreeGoneWeekHairPagesTrainGrayThree YearsCalendarsPeelingGray HairOld Movie Author:Chris Isaak
“I want someone who will adore me so much that they cannot even walk past me without touching me in some way. I want someone who will worship me, even when.. I'm sitting around in fluffy slippers with no makeup on and hair scraped back. I'm sick and tired of being on my own. Most of the time I'm fine. Some of the time I even quite enjoy it. But at this precise moment in time I'm fed up with it. I've had enough.” WayWantEnoughMomentsPastEnjoyMy OwnWalksHairFineWorshipSittingSickTiredMakeupFedsTouchingPreciseAdoreHad EnoughMoments In TimeSitting AroundFed UpSlippersFluffyNo Makeup Author:Jane Green
“But as the scissors snip-snapped through her hair and the razor shaved the rest, she realized with a sudden awful panic that she could no longer recall anything from the past. I cannot remember, she whispered to herself. I cannot remember. She's been shorn of memory as brutally as she'd been shorn of her hair, without permission, without reason... Gone, all gone, she thought again wildly, no longer even sure what was gone, what she was mourning.” ReasonPastRememberMemoriesGoneHairAwfulMourningPanicRecallsPermissionRazorsScissors Author:Jane Yolen
“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