Top 278 Blond Quotes & Sayings

Everything goes with blond. You can wear it with any color, and it's great.

Hey, our hair's the same color," I said, eyeing us side by side in the mirror. Sure is, Girlfriend." Eric grinned at me. "But are you blond all the way down?" Don't you wish you knew?" Yes," he said simply. Well, you'll just have to wonder." I am," he said. "Blond everywhere," I could tell as much from your chest hair." He raised my arm to check my armpit. "You silly women, shaving your body hair," He said, dropping my arm.

I have been 130 lbs. as well as 215 lbs. I have had blond, strawberry blond, green, pink and purple hair, and none of that has ever exempted me from having lewd comments flung at me in the street.

Growing up, I wanted blond hair.

I gazed around the room and my eyes stopped dead on a little boy standing in the corner. This was a particularly eerie doll. Life-sized and blond-haired and blue-eyed. I saw a little Nazi boy, pockets probably stuffed with scissors and retractable blades. My grandfather on my mother's side was rumored to be half Jewish, which practically makes me Jerry Seinfeld's brother, and thus wary of blond German boys with their hands out of sight.

Being blond just makes me feel happier, like when the sun's hitting you. The blond pops. It's cheerful.

My idea of a vacation is to rest quietly in the shade of a blond.

My problem was that I was blond. There were no heroes with blond hair. Robert Taylor and Henry Fonda, they all had dark hair. The only one I found was Van Johnson, who wasn't too cool. He was a nice, homely American boy. So I created my own image. It worked.

I've learned to appreciate looking unique and not having long, blond locks... at last.

Having money is rather like being a blond. It is more fun but not vital.

Rich children are always blond, Jocelyn goes. It has to do with vitamins.

When we were kids, I remember we'd use lemon in our hair and go into the sun, hoping it would make us blond. Obviously, I have very dark hair and olive skin, and when I was a kid, I wanted to be blond, of course. It never worked.

I've only dyed my hair blond once, after 'Varsity Blues.'

I dyed my hair for photo tests... I kept it because when am I ever going to be blond again?

I wear glasses, have a big scar, I sing loud, and I am blond. I'm sorry!

Who is that blond child laughing as he runs after his colored marbles? [my marbles] It's me And who is the poet writing this poem? That blond child who laughed as he ran after his colored marbles

Maybe it's because I'm short and blond, but people have really underestimated me.

A black man singing about a blond girl was potential trouble.

I don't go for girls who have beach blond hair, that stereotypical girl thing. But, you know, whatever comes around.

Tracey Cunningham does my color, and little by little, my ombre turned into more of a rooted blond, and then it got lighter and lighter. I love how I stand out more as a blond - it makes me feel bright and healthy.

I have no sponsors because I am not blond, tall and slim enough

I always took myself really seriously in my 20s and needed everyone to know that I wasn't a spoiled blond actress.

Aesthetically, I don't really like the blond, tan thing. I am pale. So I may as well embrace the pale. Long, blond hair and a bad spray tan is the stuff of my nightmares.

I had a bowl cut. That was pretty bad. Definitely a bowl cut. And I used to have blond, like really, really, blond hair when I was a kid. So blond bowl cut - that's what I was rocking when I was a little kid.

If you are AC/DC, you don't get credit for slow songs. And if you are doing a show about food with a blond dude with crazy blond hair and tattoos who drives a hot rod, of course everyone is going to think everything you eat is deep-fried.

If you're blond, as I am, and you have blond lashes, you have to wear mascara, otherwise you're invisible on stage.

I don't think peroxide-blond hair is a beneficial look for me.

I walked into this industry blond with red lips, and I will leave this industry blond with red lips. Mark my words.

I really like red hair. I think if you have brown hair, you want blond hair; if you have blond hair, you want blue hair. We always want what we don't have. It takes a while to admit, Hey, it's just part of me.

Don't fault me for wearing a 20-inch blond wig - it doesn't mean I want to be a white person.

"Yeah, well, you clearly also couldn't be bothered to call me and tell me you were shacking up with some dyed-blond wanna-be goth you probably met at Pandemonium. After I spent the past three days wondering if you were dead." "I was not shacking up," Clary said, glad of the darkness as the blood rushed to her face. "And my hair is naturally blond," said Jace. "Just for the record."

I'm not a real blond... Shocking.

Nancy, an attractive titian blond, grinned up at her friend.

I had long, blond, wavy hair.

Can you imagine - a blond Tarzan?

It's fun to be blond, and it's almost difficult to remember how I used to look with my proper hair color.

I'm English. And I don't have tan skin or blond hair or green eyes.

I was into the Police. I dyed my hair white-blond and wanted to be Sting.

I must say also that it's never worked to my disadvantage that I have long, blond hair.

When you're not blond and thin, you come up with a personality real quick.

Never seen Jason fly before," Percy grumbled. "He looks like a blond Superman

I may play the fool at times, but I'm more than just a pretty blond boy with an ass that won't quit.

I'm not really trying to be sexy. I try to explain to girls that you don't have to have long blond hair and big boobs.

I can't pull off blond, but I got some blond tips. Which is as close as I'll ever come to being in a '90s boy band.

I was at lunch with some friends one day, and we looked down at our table - blond pasta, blond pizza - and then someone joked, 'Blonde salad,' and it stuck.

Being blond is definitely a different state of mind. I can't really put my finger on it, but the artifice of being blond has some incredible sort of sexual connotation.

If you have a friend with a blond mustache, he wants to touch you.

A sarcastic blond genie with a bad attitude. -Clary, pg.243-

I'm personally opposed to a deep tan because I like to feel blond all over.

You need to look hot now that you've got three guys giving you the eye."" Three?" "Sweet blue-eyed blond trapper... Muscled blond trapper number two, who buys you cards... And that gorgeous, 'Where have you been all my life' dude with the raven-black hair and dark eyes.

Assume nothing. Inside every dumb blond there may be a very smart brunette.

Lyon knew she wasn't aware she was being watched, either. She wouldn't have eaten the leaf otherwise, or reached for another. “Sir, which one is Princess Christina?” Andrew asked Lyon, just as Rhone started in choking on his laughter. Rhone has obviously been watching Christina, too. “Sir?” “The blond-headed one,” Lyon muttered, shaking his head. He watched in growing disbelief as Christina daintily popped another leaf into her mouth. “Which blond-headed one?” Andrew persisted. “The one eating the shrubs.

Alexandra was tall and blond, with a balcony you could do Shakespeare from.

In real life I'm a tall, blond Christian.

I think I lost at least 40% of my fans when I became blond. They didn't recognize me anymore.

Dyeing my hair has become a kind of addiction. I can't see myself as anything other than blond. Once you go blond, you stay blond forever.

My dad has blond hair, my grandmother has blue eyes. My daughter has blue eyes and blond hair. So it is pretty funny to me that I'm so heavily identified as an Asian person.

It's so nice after 10 years as a blond actress in Hollywood to have people let you do smart things.

Ew. Someone put the dog out, "Rosalie murmured wrinkling her nose. Have you herd this one, Psycho? how do a blond's brain cells die?" She didn't say anything. Well?" I asked."Do you know the punch line or not?" She looked pointedly at the TV and ignored me. Has she heard it?" I asked Edward. No." He answered. Awesome. So you'll enjoy this, bloodsucker--a blond's brain cells die alone.

Mr. Latino with the big ego got bested by a ditzy, blond bimbo.