Top 1200 Grey Hair Quotes & Sayings - Page 4

I clearly love colors in my hair and try to keep my hair evolving through the years.

Women really love their hair. Like, our hair is very important.

when the sky is as grey as this - impeccably grey, a denial, really of the very concept of colour - and the stooped millions lift their heads, it's hard to tell the air from the impurities in our human eyes, as if the sinking climbing paisley curlicues of grit were part of the element itself, rain, spores, tears, film, dirt. Perhaps, at such moments, the sky is no more then the sum of the dirt that lives in our human eyes.

When I'm filming, I keep my hair in cornrows so that they can fit a wig on top of my hair.

I have lived almost seven decades. So I've had my hair journey where I wasn't comfortable with my hair.

When I graduated from college, I thought I was losing my hair. And I started looking into hair transplants. I was talking to my mom. My mom said, 'You're crazy. You have so much hair.' It was a real lesson in your mind playing tricks on you. You can make your mind think anything is happening.

I have little hair because my brain is so big it pushes the hair out.

The snow lay thin and apologetic over the world. That wide grey sweep was the lawn, with the straggling trees of the orchard still dark beyond; the white squares were the roofs of the garage, the old barn, the rabbit hutches, the chicken coops. Further back there were only the flat fields of Dawson's farm, dimly white-striped. All the broad sky was grey, full of more snow that refused to fall. There was no colour anywhere.

Hair is a huge part of who I am and what I obsess over - I've had long hair my entire life.

With summer in Chennai, I am struggling with my long hair. I do my own hair-dos which are comfortable.

My best feature would have to be my hair. That sounds so cliche - but my hair is like a separate entity.

The mind that thought of light, heavy, grey, yellow, still, swift, also conceived of magic that would make heavy things light and able to fly, turn grey lead into yellow gold, and the still rock into a swift water. If it could do the one, it could do the other; it inevitably did both. When we can take green from grass, blue from heaven, and red from blood, we have already an enchanter's power.

I wish we did have responsibility for the hair. I have been screwed up by the hair on many occasions.

To protect my hair from breaking, I never comb my hair when it's wet.

I've straightened my hair for many years. I've never felt comfortable wearing my hair natural on air.

I have an obsession with describing hair. I don't know why - hair is just really pretty.

My hair is an important part of who I am and if my hair is healthy and looks great, I feel confident.

If you had the perception that you are very stressed out then your grey matter was fully 20 per cent smaller in volume than people who did not have that same feeling. This is the grey matter in your prefrontal cortex: It controls thinking, learning, planning, decision-making. That matters because when we are feeling more stressed, that is when we are at our most vulnerable in our inability to think our way out of it.

I keep my hair gray, so I like silver and platinum. For women who dye their hair, they can wear whatever they want.

After I shower and put in all my products, I hang out with the diffuser with my head flipped over for five to seven minutes. But before I use a hair dryer, I'll towel-dry my hair. Actually, drying your hair with an old T-shirt is a great trick. It helps to get all the extra water out, without bringing on frizz.

He anxiously touched his hair. "I think my hair gel's frozen.

I tend to colour my hair myself with an at-home Wella dye. It allows me to control how red my hair is.

I'm about 5' 10", and my hair is the length of my whole body now. We grow our hair because of faith, but it's getting heavy. Most of the rastas I know with hair my length are elders, and they keep it tied up, but for a young person who's active and running around, the weight is a big thing. So to play sports, I put it in a backpack.

Iron and coal dominated everywhere, from grey to black: the black boots, the black stove-pipe hat, the black coach or carriage, the black iron frame of the hearth, the black cooking pots and pans and stoves. Was it a mourning? Was it protective coloration? Was it mere depression of the senses? No matter what the original color of the paleotechnic milieu might be it was soon reduced by reason of the soot and cinders that accompanied its activities, to its characteristic tones, grey, dirty-brown, black.

I jumped at the chance and auditioned for a leading role in the musical 'Hair,' which was touring in Berlin and London. I won roles in both productions and left my job as a secretary after 18 months in 1970 to join the cast of 'Hair' in Berlin. I opted for Berlin because a girl from my neighborhood was also going to perform in 'Hair' there.

The discovery of a grey hair when you are brushing out your whiskers of a morning—first fallen flake of the coming snows of age—is a disagreeable thing.... So are flying twinges of gout, shortness of breath on the hill-side, the fact that even the moderate use of your friend's wines at dinner upsets you. These things are disagreeable because they tell you that you are no longer young—that you have passed through youth, are now in middle age, and faring onward to the shadows in which, somewhere, a grave is hid.

Bleaching my hair for Two Moon Junction... my hair was fried and I looked like an idiot.

I've had long hair, I've had short hair, and I've had in between hair... and its all good.

It was an odd situation. For a century and a half, men got rid of their own hair, which was perfectly comfortable, and instead covered their heads with something foreign and uncomfortable. Very often it was actually their own hair made into a wig. People who couldn't afford wigs tried to make their hair look like a wig.

I wash my hair with Pantene every other day unless I have gorgeous hair left over from an event.

I was somebody who never loved my hair. I had curly hair and wished it was straight.

If you're an L.C.N. guy, you don't have facial hair and you don't have long hair. You have to be neat all the time. It's the rule.

I feel like I've been known for having long black hair, so when I took all my extensions out and cut my own hair, it was the most freeing thing, I think, I've ever done. That was my 21st year: I cut my hair, I was doing Broadway; I was living in New York, and I was really having a moment of becoming my individual self, and it was amazing.

Sadly, I'm not a natural redhead. But, I prefer my red hair to my blonde hair.

Did I choose my hair texture? No. I'm grateful for having this hair on my head.

I really think that to a lot of people hair is everything. Bad hair takes over everything, it really does. I think if somebody has bad hair it doesn't matter what else is happening.

I do know that people treat me different with blonde hair than they do with red hair.

I have strong hair, so if I've had a good haircut, I can wash my hair in the bath and not worry about it.

I at least have to cut my hair. I can't do the whole man bun, funky long hair thing anymore.

I've never dyed my hair or even gotten highlights. All the products I need for my hair are at the drugstore!

It's not the hair on your head that matters. It's the kind of hair you have inside.

Hair is really where we can be creative. I have my "game hair," which is always different than how I'd wear it at practice.

I don't know about the hair. I've had it since I was a kid, and when I look at myself in the mirror, it looks quite normal. But then when I look at myself in a photo, I realise that my hair is basically bigger than my head! There's quite a lot of interest in my hair, which is strange, as for me, it's normal!

I remember the day I saw my hair was thinning. I don't remember caring much. I don't care. It's just hair. It never bothered me much. I was pretty young, too. And it happened and is happening very slowly. I have a feeling dead people get really mad when we complain about losing hair.

When I first painted a number of canvases grey all over (about eight years ago), I did so because I did not know what to paint, or what there might be to paint: so wretched a start could lead to nothing meaningful. As time went on, however, I observed differences of quality among the grey surfaces - and also that these betrayed nothing of the destructive motivation that lay behind them. The pictures began to teach me. By generalizing a personal dilemma, they resolved it.

The colour grey makes you feel uneasy, makes things seem complicated and hopeless, it upsets the notion of black and white. Good and evil? There is no such thing. There is a little good and a evil, a little black and a little white. Grey is not an attractive colour, but perhaps it is the one that describes the world most accurately.

As a model, my hair is torn apart by heat, hair tongs and backcombing.

I have made myself two or three caps to wear of evenings since I came home, and they save me a world of torment as to hair-dressing, which at present gives me no trouble beyond washing and brushing, for my long hair is always plaited up out of sight, and my short hair curls well enough to want no papering.

My parents owned a hair salon, so I learned a few tricks there. I can cut people's hair - if they let me.

Samuel Spade's jaw was long and bony, his chin a jutting v under the more flexible v of his mouth. His nostrils curved back to make another, smaller, v. His yellow-grey eyes were horizontal. The V motif was picked up again by thickish brows rising outward from twin creases above a hooked nose, and his pale brown hair grew down--from high flat temples--in a point on his forehead. He looked rather pleasantly like a blond Satan.

I have never known courage to be judged by the length of a man's hair. Or, for the matter of that, whether he has any hair at all.

My real hair color is kind of a dark blonde. Now I just have mood hair.

Long hair doesn't look good on me because my hair is fine.

I have always held myself out as a hair culturist. I grow hair.

My hair is pure. It stands for purity because no foreign chemicals or substances has ever touched my hair.

I had really long hair, and we had this hairdresser, Laverne, that was in Athens. And she did my hair up really big. And she said, 'Honey, when you hang your head over the bed and make love, that hair is not going to move.'

My spiked hair goes back about 15 years ago. I had long, curly rocker hair then. The woman who cuts my hair thought I needed a new style, so I let her surprise me. I flipped when I first saw it, but I soon realized the look was really me. I've always been a little crazy.

Oh, I've got glitter in my hair. That's not all that's in my hair, I'll tell you that. I glue it on every morning, whether I need to or not.

I never really dyed my hair anything significant from my natural hair color.

I try to always have a hair cut that I don't have to style every day, so I'll usually just let my hair air dry.