“I think so much of the look, obviously including wardrobe, but the hair is a huge thing because it's basically the frame for your eyes and that's the window to your soul is what they say.” ThinkingLooksSoulEyeHugeHairWindowIncludingYour SoulWardrobe Author:Jon Heder
“Outside the windows the day was bright: golden sunshine, blue sky, pleasant wind . . . I wanted to punch the happy day in the face, grab it by the hair, and beat it until it told me what the hell it was so happy about.” WantedFacesHellSkyWindHairBeatsWindowBlueGoldenPleasantSunshineBlue SkyHappy Day Book:Magic Rises: A Kate Daniels Novel Source: Magic Rises: A Kate Daniels Novel
“At bed-time I went into my room and put out the light. I didn't get undressed. I lay on my bed and looked out of the window at the stars. I read in a book that the stars can take you anywhere. I've never wanted to be an astronaut because of the helmets. If I were up there on the moon, or by the Milky Way, I'd want to feel the stars round my head. I'd want them in my hair the way they are in paintings of the gods. I'd want my whole body to feel the space, the empty space and points of light. That's how dancers must feel, dancers and acrobats, just for a second, that freedom.” IfsWayWantFeelsBookWholeBodyLightWantedStarsSpaceRoomsPaintingHairBedMoonWindowEmptyLaysRoundsDancerAstronautHelmetEmpty SpaceMilky WayPoints Of LightBed Time Author:Jeanette Winterson
“Roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair. The night's busted open. These two lanes will take us anywhere.” TwoNightWindHairWindowBlowLanesBusted Author:Bruce Springsteen
“With a chance to make it good somehow, hey, what else can we do now? Except roll down the window, and let the wind blow back your hair.” ChanceWindHairWindowBlowHey Author:Bruce Springsteen
“hanging out the window, Amber blew her a kiss. a lump the size of a fist clogged Heather's throat, while a breeze from th sea pushed her thick hair away from her face. tears trickled unchecked down her cheeks.” FacesSeaTearsHairKissingWindowSizeHanging OutThroatThickCheeksBreezeFistsLumpsAmberHeathersThick Hair Book:Angel of Mercy Source: Angel of Mercy
“Why do you do up your hair in those tortured plaits, now, Melanie? Why? Because, she said. You know that's no answer. You're spoiling your pretty looks, pet. Come here. She did not move. He ground out his cigarette on the window-ledge and laughed. Come here, he said again, softly. So she went.” KnowsLooksSaidMovingAnswersHairWindowPetLaughedCigaretteLedgesYour PrettyPlaits Author:Angela Carter
“The girls I dream of are the gentle ones, wistful by high windows or singing sweet old songs at a piano, long hair drifting, tender as apple blossom. But a girl who goes into battle beside you and keeps your back is a different thing, a thing to make you shiver. Think of the first time you slept with someone, or the first time you fell in love: that blinding explosion that left you cracking to the fingertips with electricity, initiated and transformed. I tell you that was nothing, nothing at all, beside the power of putting your lives, simply and daily, into each other's hands.” ThinkingFirstsLongDifferentDreamHandsSongGirlLeftSweetHairBattleSingingFirst TimeWindowGentlePianoApplesDifferent ThingsTransformedElectricityExplosionsDriftingShiverFingertipsLong HairBeside YouOld Song Author:Tana French
“As I followed Margo's directions through the maze of one-way streets, we saw a few people sleeping on the sidewalk or sitting on benches, but nobody was moving. Margo rolled down the window, and I felt the thick air blow across my face, warmer than night ought to be. I glanced over and saw strands of her hair blowing all around her face. Even though I could see her there, I felt entirely alone among these big and empty buildings, like I'd survived the apocalypse and the world had been given to me, this whole and amazing and endless world, mine for the exploring.” PeopleWorldWayWholeBigsFacesMovingNightGivenFeltSleepSawsAirStreetsBuildingMinesHairOughtSittingWindowEmptyBlowEndlessOne WayThickExploringSurvivedApocalypseBenchesStrandsSidewalkMazesSitting On The BenchHair Blowing Book:Paper Towns Source: Paper Towns
“No one wants to admit we're addicted to music. That's just not possible. No one's addicted to music and television and radio. We just need more of it, more channels, a larger screen, more volume. We can't bear to be without it, but no, nobody's addicted. We could turn it off anytime we wanted. I fit a window frame into a brick wall. With a little brush, the size for fingernail polish, I glue it. The window is the size of a fingernail. The glue smells like hair spray. The smell tastes like oranges and gasoline.” WantNeedsLittlesWantedTurnsTelevisionHairWallBearsFitTasteWindowAddictionSizeRadioSmellScreensVolumeBrushesOrangeBricksPolishGlueSprayGasolineFingernailsBrick WallTelevision And RadioAddicted To Music Author:Chuck Palahniuk
“It's like the smell of burned toast. You made the toast. You looked forward to it. You even enjoyed making it, but it burned. What were you doing? Was it your fault? It doesn't matter anymore. You open the window, but only the very top layer of the smell goes away. The rest remains around you. It's the walls. You leave the room, but it's on your clothes. You change your clothes, but it's in your hair. It's on the thin skin on the tops of your hand. And in the morning, it's still there.” MadeStillsMatterHandsRoomsMorningHairWallClothesWindowSkinsRemainsFaultsSmellEnjoyedLayersBurnedToasts Author:Elliot Perlman
“I am a camera with its shutter open, quite passive, recording, not thinking. Recording the man shaving at the window opposite and the woman in the kimono washing her hair. Some day, all this will have to be developed, carefully printed, fixed.” ThinkingMenHairWindowOppositesCamerasFixedPassivePrintedWashingShuttersShavingKimonos Author:Christopher Isherwood