Top 1200 Blue Hair Quotes & Sayings - Page 20

I love the University of Kentucky. I bleed blue.

The evening had turned sweet and blue.

She looked up from closing it to find Jace watching her through hooded eyes. “And one last thing,” he said. He reached over and pulled the sparking pins out of her hair, so that it fell in warm heavy curls down her neck. The sensation of hair tickling her bare skin was unfamiliar and oddly pleasant. “Much better,” he said, and she thought this time that maybe his voice was uneven too.

I wasn't naked, I was completely covered by a blue spotlight.

I was raised in a very blue-collar family.

My blue eyes are my best feature.

Blue Shift' is a game that I'm very proud of.

I made a mask out of my face because I didn't realize I was quite beautiful. God blessed me so. I practically destroyed it. I had to wear heavy black eyelashes like bat wings, and dark lines under my eyes, and cut all my hair off, my long dark hair. Cut it off and strip it silver and blonde. All those little maneuvers I did out of things that were happening in my life that upset me.

I learned to play drums to the 'Blue Album.'

Usually I get recognized for The Blue Lagoon or Dallas.

The Earth is blue... how wonderful. It is amazing

She and I just don't see eye to eye together. She's a square. She keeps telling me that I'm too interested in chess, that I should get friends outside of chess, you can't make a living from chess, that I should finish high school and all that nonsense. She keeps in my hair and I don't like people in my hair, you know, so I had to get rid of her.

The sun is up, the sky is blue It's beautiful, and so are you.

Straight up from this road Away from the fitted particles of frost Coating the hull of each chick pea, And the stiff archer bug making its way In the morning dark, toe hair by toe hair, Up the stem of the trillim, Straight up through the sky above this road right now, The galaxies of the Cygnus A cluster Are colliding with each other in a massive swarm Of interpenetrating and exploding catastrophes. I try to remember that.

She's the gal in the red blue jeans.

Blue eyes wash off sometimes.

Feeling a little blue in January is normal.

I never get tired of the blue sky.

Blue is bright and gives us hope for the future.

Business can talk itself into a blue funk.

I'm a 'blue sky thinker' and dream big.

Once in a blue moon someone like you comes along.

I wish he hadn't gone and cut his hair. He looks about eight years old. His ears have tripled in size. Everyone's started calling him Dumbo. Which wouldn't be so bad, except they've started calling me Mrs. Dumbo. You can't even tell he's got curly hair anymore. There's nothing left to run my fingers through. Just this weird blond AstroTurf sprouting out of his skull.

No water, no life. No blue, no green.

I never wash my hair the night before an event - I call it second day hair, and it holds better. Also, the day before, test run your makeup and watch it every couple of hours (see if your mascara is bleeding, or if your lip gloss runs out really quickly). Oh, and for me, shoe-wise, platforms give me the same height that I need, but they're not as taxing on my feet.

My blood's not red or blue - it's brown.

I appreciate and love blue-green algae.

Little Boy Blue... he needed the money!

My heart is green, yellow, blue, and white.

The sheen of ocean gleams on the blue fish-plate.

I'll never throw away my blue jeans.

The Blue Ridge Mountains are an incredible place.

You're my North Star when I'm lost and feeling blue.

A lot of what we do at Fox is blue-collar stuff.

There's a few tired limbs in the blue legs.

Blue is the smoke of wrar, white the bones of men.

The curse is an incredible set of blue balls.

My first instrument was a little blue ukele.

Guys aren't used to out-of-the-blue compliments.

I'm a doofus from the Valley, a blue-collar guy.

I'd walk into the school, smell that institutional smell of the tomato soup, peanut butter, disinfectant, and boys room. Pass the lunchroom, see the familiar lunchroom lady with the white dress and net on her hair. At the end of 50 years of distinguished service the Board of Education gives her a bronze net - with her name on it. It stems from the Board of Education rule to keep her hair out of the food.

It’s time to burn the beret and bury the blue dress.

Tell me why the stars do shine, Tell me why the ivy twines, Tell me what makes skies so blue, And I'll tell you why I love you. Nuclear fusion makes stars to shine, Tropisms make the ivy twine, Raleigh scattering make skies so blue, Testicular hormones are why I love you.

I'm a blue Powerade man myself.

Don't turn blue all over now.

Don't step on my blue suede shoes.

When you act against a blue screen, you have to imagine what's not there.

I won all the blue ribbons for canning at the state fair.

A mechanic is just an engineer in blue jeans.

Above the clouds the sky is always blue.

Fang’s hand gently smoothed my hair off my neck. My breath froze in my chest, and every sense seemed hyperalert. His hand stroked my hair again, so softly, and then trailed across my neck and shoulder and down my back, making me shiver. I looked up. “What the heck are you doing?” “Helping you change your mind,” he whispered, and then he leaned over, tilted my chin up, and kissed me.

I felt red, white and blue all over.

I sell blue sky and coloured air.

How sweet to be a Cloud. Floating in the Blue!

I make sure I have the best: I figure you could spend $800 on an outfit you wear three times, but with your hair it's there all the time. I also think it is really important to look after your colour once it's been done. I try and give my hair a really nourishing mask every so often to combat against all the styling. I also love to have beauty treatments that really benefit, like massages. t's divine to get up and feel all zen and relaxed.

It's calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.

It is moonlight. Alone in the silence I ascend my stairs once more, While waves remote in pale blue starlight Crash on a white sand shore. It is moonlight. The garden is silent. I stand in my room alone. Across my wall, from the far-off moon, A rain of fire is thrown. There are houses hanging above the stars, And stars hung under the sea, And a wind from the long blue vault of time Waves my curtains for me. I wait in the dark once more, swung between space and space: Before the mirror I lift my hands And face my remembered face.

The creative process is just a process and you can't really separate it from life. Growing your hair is a creative process. Your body is creating hair. Being alive is a creative process. Whether it's growing something in the garden or growing a song, the material accumulates. It's the process of being alive; it's the passage of time. Things change.

And blue-lung'd combers lumbered to the kill.

A certain blue enters your soul