Hair Quotes

“Some of the worst mistakes in my life were haircuts”
― Jim Morrison

“Interviewer: 'So Frank, you have long hair. Does that make you a woman?'
Frank Zappa: 'You have a wooden leg. Does that make you a table?”
― Frank Zappa

“Red hair, sir, in my opinion, is dangerous.”
― P.G. Wodehouse, Very Good, Jeeves!

“Relaxing your hair is like being in prison. You're caged in. Your hair rules you. You didn't go running with Curt today because you don't want to sweat out this straightness. You're always battling to make your hair do what it wasn't meant to do.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Americanah

“My hair had grown out long and shaggy—not in that sexy-young-rock-star kind of way but in that time-to-take-Rover-to-the-groomer kind of way.”
― Jim Butcher, White Night

“Tucker strokes my hair. There's something so tender about the gesture. It might as well have been him whispering I love you.”
― Cynthia Hand, Hallowed

“I think that the most important thing a woman can have- next to talent, of course- is her hairdresser.”
― Joan Crawford

“she's got
oceans
tucked away
in her hair

poems swim
under her skin.”
― Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos

“And the boy whose hair remained the color of lemons forever.”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

“People always ask me how long it takes to do my hair. I don’t know, I’m never there.”
― Dolly Parton

“I love redheads. It’s not the hair color, it’s the crazy.”
― Michael Makai, Domination & Submission: The BDSM Relationship Handbook

“Your hair is winter fire,
January embers.
My heart burns there, too.”
― Stephen King, It

“Like some winter animal the moon licks the salt of your hand,
Yet still your hair foams violet as a lilac tree
From which a small wood-owl calls.”
― Johannes Bobrowski

“There's a reason why forty, fifty, and sixty don't look the way they used to, and it's not because of feminism, or better living through exercise. It's because of hair dye. In the 1950's only 7 percent of American women dyed their hair; today there are parts of Manhattan and Los Angeles where there are no gray-haired women at all.”
― Nora Ephron

“From her thighs, she gives you life
And how you treat she who gives you life
Shows how much you value the life given to you by the Creator.
And from seed to dust
There is ONE soul above all others --
That you must always show patience, respect, and trust
And this woman is your mother.
And when your soul departs your body
And your deeds are weighed against the feather
There is only one soul who can save yours
And this woman is your mother.
And when the heart of the universe
Asks her hair and mind,
Whether you were gentle and kind to her
Her heart will be forced to remain silent
And her hair will speak freely as a separate entity,
Very much like the seaweed in the sea --
It will reveal all that it has heard and seen.

This woman whose heart has seen yours,
First before anybody else in the world,
And whose womb had opened the door
For your eyes to experience light and more --
Is your very own MOTHER.
So, no matter whether your mother has been cruel,
Manipulative, abusive, mentally sick, or simply childish
How you treat her is the ultimate test.
If she misguides you, forgive her and show her the right way
With simple wisdom, gentleness, and kindness.
And always remember,
That the queen in the Creator's kingdom,
Who sits on the throne of all existence,
Is exactly the same as in yours.
And her name is,
THE DIVINE MOTHER.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“Hair on a man's chest is thought to denote strength. The gorilla is the most powerful of bipeds and has hair on every place on his body except for his chest.”
― Anton LaVey

“Beware of her fair hair, for she excels
All women in the magic of her locks;
And when she winds them round a young man's neck,
She will not ever set him free again.”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

“I stared at her black hair. It was shiny like the promises in magazines. ”
― Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones

“Skulduggery."
"Fletcher."
Fletcher stuck out his hand. Skulduggery observed it for a moment.
"I'm sorry, what are we doing now?"
"Shaking hands," Fletcher said. "Like adults. I just want you to know that this past year has changed me. I've grown, as a person. I'm not the same Fletcher you used to know.
"You look a lot like him."
"Well, yeah, but-"
"And you have the same ridiculous hair."
"Can we just shake hands?"
"Of course we can," Skulduggery said, and they shook. "Now what?"
"I, uh...I don't really know. What do adults usually do after they shake hands?"
"Generally, the first thing they do is let go."
"Oh, right," Fletcher said, and Skulduggery took his hand back. "So, Skulduggery, how have you been? You're looking well. That's a really nice tie.
"It's blue."
"And such a nice shade."
Skulduggery looked at Valkyrie. "You promised me he wouldn't be annoying.”
― Derek Landy, Kingdom of the Wicked

“Pull the hair on my head the wrong way, and I would be on my knees begging for mercy. I have very sensitive follicles.”
― Benedict Cumberbatch

“Long hair will send you to hell!”
― Hidekaz Himaruya, Hetalia: Axis Powers, Vol. 2

“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.”
― Diane Ackerman , A Natural History of the Senses

“If my hair gets any frizzier, I'll shave it to the scalp. Or light it on fire. Whichever is easier.”
― Victoria Scott, Fire & Flood

“I decided to masturbate with shampoo instead of conditioner today. Because yolo. Things Jesus never said.”
― Dave Matthes, Sleepeth Not, the Bastard

“I swear that girl was born with a pen in her hand, the moon in her hair, and stars in her soul.”
― Melody Lee, Moon Gypsy

“And yonder sits a maiden, The fairest of the fair, With gold in her garment glittering, And she combs her golden hair.”
― Heinrich Heine

“As your abilities begin to grow, your angelic side will start to manifest itself in more noticeable ways."
"My angelic side. Great. Like I don't have enough to deal with."
"It's not so bad," Mom says. "You'll learn to control it."
"I'll learn to control my hair?”
― Cynthia Hand, Unearthly

“He had the prettiest hair she had ever seen on a man: dark brown, almost black, and soft like sable, it fell down to his shoulders. She wondered what he'd do if she threw some mud in it. Probably kill her.”
― Ilona Andrews, Bayou Moon

“Nothing belongs to itself anymore.
These trees are yours because you once looked at them.
These streets are yours because you once traversed them.
These coffee shops and bookshops, these cafés and bars, their sole owner is you.
They gave themselves so willingly, surrendering to your perfume.
You sang with the birds and they stopped to listen to you.
You smiled at the sheepish stars and they fell into your hair.
The sun and moon, the sea and mountain, they have all left from heartbreak.
Nothing belongs to itself anymore.
You once spoke to Him, and then God became yours.
He sits with us in darkness now
to plot how to make you ours.” K.K.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“But I like my big Afro. I also liked when my hair was longer and relaxed. I’m happy to have choices. They’re mine to make”
― Nicola Yoon, The Sun Is Also a Star