Quotes
Quotes about Hair
Gray hair is a sign of age, not of wisdom.
Hair is the first thing. And teeth the second. Hair and teeth. A man got those two things he's got it all.
We grow gray in our spirit long before we grow gray in our hair.
'Twas a jolly old pedagogue, long ago, Tall and slender, and sallow and dry; His form was bent, and his gait was slow, His long thin hair was white as snow, But a wonderful twinkle shone in his eye. And he sang every night as he went to bed, "Let us be happy down here below: The living should live, though the dead be dead." Said the jolly old pedagogue long ago.
And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair.
There are 193 living species of monkeys and apes. 192 of them are covered with hair. The exception is a naked ape, self-named Homo Sapiens.
Thee too, my Paridel! she mark'd thee there, Stretch'd on the rack of a too easy chair, And heard thy everlasting yarn confess The Pains and Penalties of Idleness.
For writing, getting off our buts means getting on our butts-putting it into a chair and not moving from the chair for a set period of time.
On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
The Jackdaw sat in the Cardinal's chair! Bishop and Abbot and Prior were there, Many a monk and many a friar, Many a knight and many a squire, With a great many more of lesser degree,-- In sooth a goodly company; And they served the Lord Primate on bended knee. Never, I ween, Was a prouder seen, Read of in books or dreamt of in dreams, Than the Cardinal Lord Archbishop of Rheims.
The editor sat in his sanctum, his countenance furrowed with care, His mind at the bottom of business, his feet at the top of a chair, His chair-arm an elbow supporting, his right hand upholding his head, His eyes on his dusty table, with different documents spread.
The colleges, while they provide us with libraries, furnish no professors of books; and I think no chair is so much needed.
Don't you remember, sweet Alice, Ben Bolt? Sweet Alice, whose hair was so brown; Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile, And trembl'd with fear at your frown!
Goths are sort of like mimes with long hair and trenchcoats. Neat.
All men love peace in their armchairs after dinner; but they disbelieve the other nations's professions, rightly measuring its sincerity by their own. - Oscar Firkins: Memoirs and Letters.
Babies haven't any hair; Old men's heads are just as bare; between the cradle and the grave lie a haircut and a shave.
Money cannot buy health, but I'd settle for a diamond-studded wheelchair.
Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
There never was in the world two opinions alike, no more that two hairs, or two grains; the most universal quality is diversity. - Michael Eyquen de Montaigne,
Let nothing pass which will advantage you; Hairy in front, Occasion's bald behind. [Lat., Rem tibi quam nosces aptam dimittere noli; Fronte capillata, post est occasio calva.]
And beauty, for confiding youth, Those shocks of passion can prepare That kill the bloom before its time, And blanch, without the owner's crime, The most resplendent hair.
All men love peace in their armchairs after dinner; but they disbelieve the other nations's professions, rightly measuring its sincerity by their own.
America is a large, friendly dog in a very small room. Every time it wags its tail, it knocks over a chair.
The world's greatest thinkers have often been amateurs; for high thinking is the outcome of fine and independent living, and for that a professional chair offers no special opportunities.
Most people would find it bizarre to speak of tolerating blonds. For whatever reason, hair color has not been a basis of tribal identity or group politics in our culture; the concept of tolerance is never invoked in this context because there is too obviously nothing to tolerate. In a rational culture, the same would be true of race, ethnicity, and the like.
