“Number one is that it just scares people! Your hair is standing up on your arms, or at least that there's a few moments when you're jumping. That's what makes it a good horror movie.” PeopleMomentsNumbersHairArmsHorrorStandingScareJumping Author:Gina Philips
“It feels very different to have long, thick, brightly colored hair. It makes me feel so conflicted to wear, and I believe showing a conflicted person onstage is actually really interesting and emotionally engaging. I'm trying to not just be the person standing on the outside and looking at something, but to actually be it, in a way.” WayFeelsTryingBelievePersonsLongDifferentI BelieveInterestingHairStandingThickEngagingReally InterestingRed Hair Author:Jenny Hval
“I do wear wigs. ... I sometimes make the joke about me standing on a hilltop with my hair blowing in the wind - and me too proud to run after it.” SometimesRunningWindHairProudJokesStandingWigsHair Blowing Author:Dolly Parton
“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
“I don't remember forms or faces now, but I know the girl was beautiful. I know she was; for in the bright moonlight nights, when I start from my sleep, and all is quiet about me, I see, standing still and motionless in one corner of this cell, a slight and wasted figure with long black hair, which streaming down her back, stirs with no earthly wind, and eyes that fix their gaze on me, and never wink or close.” KnowsLongStillsEyeBeautifulRememberFacesFormNightGirlBlackSleepFiguresWindHairQuietStandingCornersCellsMoonlightSpookyStreamingStanding StillBlack HairLong Black Hair Book:The Pickwick Papers Source: The Pickwick Papers
“She looked at a silver birch: it would have a soft, showery voice and would look like a slender girl, with hair blown all about her face and fond of dancing. She looked at the oak: he would be a wizened, but hearty, old man with a frizzled beard and warts on his fact and hands, with hair growing out of the warts. She looked at the beech under which she was standing. Ah! --she would be the best of all. She would be a gracious goddess, smooth and stately, the Lady of the Wood.” MenLooksFactsHandsWould BeFacesGirlVoiceGrowingHairStandingDancingWoodsBeing The BestSilverOld ManGoddessSmoothBeardGraciousOaksSlenderHeartyWarts Author:C. S. Lewis
“Maybe the first time you saw her you were ten. She was standing in the sun scratching her legs. Or tracing letters in the dirt with a stick. Her hair was being pulled. Or she was pulling someone's hair. And a part of you was drawn to her, and a part of you resisted--wanting to ride off on your bicycle, kick a stone, remain uncomplicated. In the same breath you felt the strength of a man, and a self-pity that made you feel small and hurt. Part of you thought: Please don't look at me. If you don't, I can still turn away. And part of you thought: Look at me.” IfsMenFeelsFirstsLooksMadeStillsI CanSelfTurnsFeltHurtSunSawsHairPleaseTenFirst TimeStandingStonesLettersBreathsSticksLegsPityKicksDirtPullingLook At MeBicycleSelf PityTracingUncomplicatedHistory Of Love Book:The History of Love: A Novel Source: The History of Love: A Novel
“Some make their worlds without knowing it. Their universes are just sesame seeds and three-day weekends and dial tones and skinned knees and physics and driftwood and emerald earrings and books dropped in bathtubs and holes in guitars and plastic and empathy and hardwood and heavy water and high black stockings and the history of the Vikings and brass and obsolescence and burnt hair and collapsed souffles and the impossibility of not falling in love in an art museum with the person standing next to you looking at the same painting and all the other things that just happen and are.” WorldPersonsArtBookHappensFallUniverseThreeNextBlackWaterKnowingPaintingHairEmpathyStandingFalling In LoveGuitarHeavySeedsPhysicsHolesKneesToneMuseumsWeekendPlasticImpossibilityVikingsBrassStockingsEarringsBathtubsEmeraldsObsolescenceDriftwoodSouffleNot Falling In LoveHardwoodSkinned Knees Author:Jonathan Safran Foer
“Tell me, was I the sort of person who took your elbow when cars passed on the street, touched your cheek while you talked, combed your wet hair, stopped by the side of the road in the country to point out certain constellations, standing behind you so that you had the advantage of leaning and looking up?” PersonsCountryCertainSidesBehindsStreetsCarHairAdvantageStandingTouchedCheeksWetBehind YouConstellationsElbowsWet Hair Book:Man Walks Into a Room Source: Man Walks Into a Room
“It was Buckley, as my father and sister joined the group and listened to Grandma Lynn’s countless toasts, who saw me. He saw me standing under the rustic colonial clock and stared. He was drinking champagne. There were strings coming out from all around me, reaching out, waving in the air. Someone passed him a brownie. He held it in his hand but did not eat. He saw my shape and face, which had not changed-the hair still parted down the middle, the chest still flat and hips undeveloped-and wanted to call out my name. It was only a moment, and then I was gone.” StillsMomentsHandsWantedFacesFatherNamesGoneSawsGroupsAirMiddleChangedHairShapesStandingDrinkingHipsClockReachingFlatsStringsChestsComing OutReach OutGrandmaChampagneToastsBrowniesRusticDrinking Champagne Author:Alice Sebold
“My eyes are bright, my hair has come loose from its ribbon, and Stella's scarf is waving around my neck. But that's not what I see when I look at the picture. I see three unlikely friends holding hands. And Ryan, Kenny, and Melanie are standing behind us, rapt. And in the sky above us, I see a miracle.” LooksHandsEyeThreeBehindsSkyHairStandingMiracleNecksUnlikelyRibbonsHolding HandsScarvesStellaKenny Author:Wendy Mass