“As I accepted the change of the golden hair of my childhood to the reddish-brown hair of my youth without regret, so I also accept my silver hair-and I am ready to accept the time when my hair and the rest of my clay garment returns to the dust from which it came, while my spirit goes on to freer living. It is the season for my hair to be silver, and each season has its lessons to teach. Each season of life is wonderful if you have learned the lessons of the season before. It is only when you go on with lessons unlearned that you wish for a return.” IfsLife IsSpiritWishAcceptingTeachWonderfulChildhoodYouthReadyRegretHairGoes OnReturnLessonsSeasonsAgingAcceptedGoldenDustBrownSilverClayGarmentsSeasons Of LifeBrown HairGolden HairLife Is Wonderful Author:Peace Pilgrim
“When the soldier returns from the wars, even though he has white hair, he very soon finds a young wife. But a woman has only one summer; if she does not make hay while the sun shines, no one will afterwards have anything to say to her, and she spends her days consulting oracles that never send her a husband.” IfsDoeWarYoungWhiteSunWifeHairReturnHusbandSummerShiningSoldierConsultingOraclesHaySun ShinesWhite HairYoung Wife Author:Aristophanes
“The old men of the village of Mahotière say that the Mistress of the Water is a mulatto woman. At midnight she comes out of the spring and sings while combing her dripping long hair, which makes a sound sweeter than a violin. It is a song of perdition for whomever hears it. There is no sign of the Cross, no "Our Father" to save him. Her curse takes him like a fish in a net and the Mistress of the Water awaits him on the edge of the spring and smiles upon him and tells him to follow her to the depths, from which he will never return.” MenLongSongFatherSoundWaterMusicHairReturnMusicianSpringCrossesDepthEdgesFishesCurseOld ManVillageMidnightMistressOur FatherViolinDrippingLong HairPerditionMulattoes Author:Jacques Roumain
“I would miss months of school and then return with bright blond hair. Needless to say, there was bullying. I wasn't beaten up daily, but there was name-calling and jealousy. You have to bear in mind that 'Harry Potter' wasn't cool. I wasn't part of the 'Terminator' franchise.” MindSchoolNamesMissingHairMonthsReturnBearsCallingBullyingHarry PotterBeatenPottersName Calling Author:Tom Felton
“[My] pictures are about memory and forgetfulness. The evidence is dissolving. Bones crumble; human ash returns to soil; teeth, sandals, hair, bullets, axes disperse into atoms and molecules. Footprints in the snow will be erased by the next storm. The evidence of evil, like the evidence of good, obeys the universal laws of entropy. Heat cools, matter disintegrates, memories fade. If we let them.” IfsHumansMatterLawEvilNextMemoriesHairReturnEvidenceUniversalBonesStormSnowTeethHeatSoilAtomsFadesAshesBulletsForgetfulnessMoleculesFootprintEntropyAxesDissolvingUniversal LawsSandalsMemories Fade Author:Simon Norfolk
“A bruise, blue in the muscle, you impinge upon me. As bone hugs the ache home, so I'm vexed to love you, your body the shape of returns, your hair a torso of light, your heat I must have, your opening I'd eat, each moment of that soft-finned fruit, inverted fountain in which I don't see me.” MomentsHomeBodyLightLove YouHairReturnShapesBlueFruitBonesYour BodyOpeningHeatMusclesHugFountainAcheBruisesInvertedTorso Author:Li-Young Lee
“Alice doesn't seem to mind because she's laughing too, and biting her lip, all doe-eyed, and tossing her freshly washed hair, and Norton tosses his lovely, glossy hair back, and she tosses her hair in return, and he tosses his, and she tosses hers, and it;s like some mating ritual on a wildlife program.” MindDoeSeemsLaughingHairReturnProgramLipsLovelyRitualWildlifeTossBitingMating Book:A Question of Attraction: A Novel Source: A Question of Attraction: A Novel
“Symbolic of life, hair bolts from our head[s]. Like the earth, it can be harvested, but it will rise again. We can change its color and texture when the mood strikes us, but in time it will return to its original form, just as Nature will in time turn our precisely laid-out cities into a weed-way.” WayEarthFormTurnsCitiesColorHairReturnOriginalsStrikesMoodWeedSymbolicTextureBolts Author:Diane Ackerman