“about ten days ago I got started on a new book, and am completely, brazenly devoted to it: my hair is uncut, my letters are unwritten, the house is a shambles, and I sit here as happy as Mrs. Jellaby, though I am in 1836, not Africa. It won't go on like this, I shall fall over some obstacle, and wake out of my dreams with a black eye and broken shins: but while it does last, I daren't interrupt it. I haven't had such a spell of writing for nearly three years.” WritingYearsDoeBookDreamEyeLastsFallThreeHouseBlackHavensHairBrokenGoes OnTenLettersObstaclesSpellsThree YearsDevotedNew BooksUnwrittenBlack EyesShambles Author:Sylvia Townsend Warner
“Kissing a witch is a perilous business. Everybody knows it's ten times as dangerous as letting her touch your hand, or cut your hair, or steal your shoes. What simpler way is there than a kiss to give power a way into your heart?” KnowsWayGivingHeartHandsCuttingDangerousHairTenKissingShoesStealingWitch Author:Emma Donoghue
“I am in Paris. Yes ma'am , I made it back. I came up from Berlin, stopped here ten days, fought a losing battle against my deepest inclinations, pulled myself out by the hair and went to Madrid...Madrid is a lovely enchanting city, and there was almost ready for me a kind of penthouse full of sunlight, a roof garden, and so on. I gave one look at it all, returned to the hotel and went to bed and wept bitterly for eleven hours...Why? Because I had seen Paris and could not endure the thought of being anywhere else.” LooksKindMadeHoursCitiesReadyHairBattleBedTenLosingGardenEndureLovelyMade ItParisHotelSunlightRoofInclinationElevenBerlinEnchantingMadridPenthouses Author:Katherine Anne Porter
“When you are at the Olympic Games, it comes down to a ten thousandth of a hair between making the next round or winning a race or getting second or third.” NextGamesWinningRaceHairTenThirdsRoundsOlympic Games Author:Apolo Ohno
“So many guys are so conservative with their hair, and I always joke with all my buddies when they mess with me, and I'll say, 'That's right, keep the same haircut for ten years.' How fun is that?” YearsGuyFunHairTenJokesConservativeMessBuddyHaircutsMess With Me Author:Tom Brady
“Hello, Halberstam," Owen says, walking by. Hello, Owen," I say, admiring the way he's styled and slicked back his hair, with a part so even and sharp it... devastates me and I make a mental note to ask him where he purchases his hair-care products, which kind of mousse he uses, my final guesses after mulling over the possibilities being Ten-X.” WayKindUseCareAsksPossibilityProductsHairWalkingTenNotesFinalsHelloAdmiringMulling OverMulling Book:American Psycho: Picador Classic Source: American Psycho: Picador Classic
“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
“Payton grinned. “You must be Chase.” As she extended her hand in introduction, she took the opportunity to give him a more thorough once-over. He had dark wavy hair and warm brown eyes. Very Pat-rick Dempsey/McDreamy-esque. Good build, not terribly tall, maybe only five-ten-ish, but since Payton measured in at exactly five-three and one-third inch, she could work with this” GivingHandsEyeThreeOpportunityDarkFiveHairTenThirdsWarmBrownTallInchesIntroductionThoroughBrown EyesMcdreamy Book:Practice Makes Perfect Source: Practice Makes Perfect
“Little sleep's-head sprouting hair in the moonlight, when I come back we will go out together, we will walk out together among, the ten thousand things, each scratched too late with such knowledge, the wages of dying is love.” LittlesTogetherSleepWalksDyingHairThousandTenLateToo LateWagesMoonlight Author:Galway Kinnell