“Where are Shakespeare's imagination, Bacon's learning, Galileo's dream? Where is the sweet fancy of Sidney, the airy spirit of Fletcher, and Milton's thought severe? Methinks such things should not die and dissipate, when a hair can live for centuries, and a brick of Egypt will last three thousand years. I am content to believe that the mind of man survives, somehow or other, his clay.” MenShouldYearsMindBelieveSoulDreamLastsSpiritDiesThreeImaginationCenturySweetHairThousandFancyThousand YearsSevereEgyptBricksClayMiltonAiry Author:Bryan Procter
“I have seen a thousand graves opened, and always perceived that whatever was gone, the teeth and hair remained of those who had died with them. Is not this odd? They go the very first things in youth and yet last the longest in the dust.” FirstsLastsDeathGoneDyingYouthHairThousandDiedGravesTeethDustOdd Author:Lord Byron
“I have like three hairs left on my head. A hairstylist will come in and put all this fake hair in and it looks luscious and amazing. And I'm like, god, I feel a thousand times better.” FeelsLooksThreeLeftHairThousandFakeHairstylist Author:Margot Robbie
“But doctors talk about cells as if they had such unlimited importance all by themselves. As if they didn't really belong to the person that has them." Teddy brushed back his hair from his forehead with one hand. "I grew my own body," he said. "Nobody else did it for me. So if I grew it, I must have known how to grow it. Unconsciously, at least. I may have lost the conscious knowledge of how to grow it sometime in the last few hundred thousand years, but the knowledge is still there, because—obviously—I've used it.” IfsYearsMayPersonsSaidStillsBodyHandsLastsUsedLostGrowsMy OwnKnownHairGrewThousandConsciousHundredDoctorsImportanceCellsThousand YearsUnlimitedForeheadsTeddy Author:J. D. Salinger
“It is still news to her that passion could steer her wrong though she went down, a thousand times strung out across railroad tracks, off bridges under cars, or stiff glass bottle still in hand, hair soft on greasy pillows, still it is news she cannot follow love (his burning footsteps in blue crystal snow) & still come out all right.” StillsHandsPassionCarHairThousandNewsBlueGlassesTrackSnowBurningBridgesBottlesCrystalsPillowFootstepsSteersRailroadsRailroad Tracks Author:Diane di Prima
“I was thinking how amazing it was that the world contained so many lives. Out in these streets people were embroiled in a thousand different matters, money problems, love problems, school problems. People were falling in love, getting married, going to drug rehab, learning how to ice-skate, getting bifocals, studying for exams, trying on clothes, getting their hair-cut and getting born. And in some houses people were getting old and sick and were dying, leaving others to grieve. It was happening all the time, unnoticed, and it was the thing that really mattered.” PeopleThinkingWorldTryingDifferentMatterProblemSchoolFallHouseBornStudyCuttingStreetsDyingHairDrugThousandMarriedClothesHappeningsSickFalling In LoveLeavingIceGrievingGetting OldGetting MarriedExamUnnoticedRehabSkatesHair CutMoney ProblemThese StreetsBifocalsProblems Love Author:Jeffrey Eugenides
“Once upon a time there was a boy who lived in a house across the field from a girl who no longer exists. They made up a thousand games. She was Queen and he was King. In the autumn light, her hair shone like a crown. They collected the world in small handfuls. When the sky grew dark they parted with leaves in their hair.” WorldMadeLightGirlGamesHouseDarkBoysSkyFieldsHairGrewKingsThousandQueensAutumnCrownsHandfulOnce Upon A TimeHistory Of Love Author:Nicole Krauss
“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