“The thing that attracted me to my husband was his pride. I'll never forget the first time I saw him, standing up on a hill, his hair blowing in the breeze - and he too proud to run and get it.” FirstsRunningForgetSawsHairPrideProudHusbandFirst TimeStandingHillsMy HusbandNever ForgetBreezeHair Blowing Author:Jean Carroll
“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.” HandsGrowthWhiteSweetFlowerHairPrideDespairRedThirdsBreathsShameRoseTheeColourTheftThornsBudLiliesRobberyBlushingVengeful Book:The Plays of Shakespeare with the Poems Source: The Plays of Shakespeare with the Poems
“Maybe it's because I have too much pride or self-respect, but I thought, `Why does a guy who has thinning hair and who is overweight have to be a loser or a joke?'” DoeSelfGuyToo MuchHairPrideJokesSelf RespectLoserOverweightToo Much Pride Author:Paul Giamatti
“Fashion and all that it implies - hair, makeup - is an art form. If you look organized and well presented, people think that you're organized in your mind and you take pride in yourself. And besides, it's fun. Isn't it fun?” PeopleIfsThinkingMindWellsLooksArtFormFunFashionHairPrideOrganizedMakeupPride In Yourself Author:Nancy Pelosi
“Over your breasts of motionless current, over your legs of firmness and water, over the permanence and the pride of your naked hair I want to be, my love, now that the tears are thrown into the raucous baskets where they accumulate, I want to be, my love, alone with a syllable of mangled silver, alone with a tip of your breast of snow.” WantWaterTearsHairPrideCurrentsLegsSnowNakedBreastsThrownSilverBasketsPermanenceSyllablesFirmnessAlone In Love Book:Selected poems Source: Selected poems
“Hair is gray and the firers are burning. So many dreams on the shelf. You say I wanted you to be proud of me. I always wanted that myself.” DreamWantedHairPrideProudBurningGrayBe ProudShelvesProud Of Me Author:Tori Amos