Quotations About / On:
Robert Redford ... has turned almost alarmingly blondhe's gone past platinum, he must be into plutonium; his hair is coordinated with his teeth.
(Pauline Kael (b. 1919), U.S. film critic. "The Sting," pt. 2, Reeling (1976).)
While grandma looks forward to special moments with her grandchild, she must now schedule those moments in between her other engagements, like working, working out, and being worked over (nails and hair).
(Paula Linden (20th century), U.S. author, and Susan Gross (20th century), U.S. author. Taking Care of Mommy (1983).)
The right moment wears a full head of hair: when it has been missed, you can't get it back; it's bald in the back of the head and never turns around.
(François Rabelais (1494-1553), French author, evangelist. Ponocrates, in Gargantua, ch. 37, p. 103, Pleiade edition (1995).)
You can be up to your boobies in white satin, with gardenias in your hair and no sugar cane for miles, but you can still be working on a plantation.
(Billie Holiday (1915-1959), U.S. blues singer, and William Dufty. Lady Sings the Blues, ch. 11 (1956, rev. 1975).)
I love my work with a frenetic and perverse love, as an ascetic loves the hair shirt which scratches his belly.
(Gustave Flaubert (1821-1880), French novelist. Letter, April 24, 1852, to Louise Colet, trans. by Stratton Buck (1966). Correspondance, II, p. 395, Conard (1926-1933).)
That ain't snow, Mike. That's angel hair. We done died and gone to heaven.
(Charles Beaumont (1930-1967), U.S. screenwriter, and Edward Bernds. Lt. Turner (Patrick Waltz), Queen of Outer Space, looking at the landscape from their crash site (1958).
From a story by Ben Hecht (1893-1964); real name Charles Nutt.)
She also knew old slave songs and I wondered why, when she hummed them, grandmother braided my hair even more softly, as if her fingers became liquid with pity.
(Simone Schwarz-Bart (b. 1938), Gaudeloupean author. The Bridge of Beyond, p. 52, Éditions du Seuil (1972).)
Old married people look so much alike that they have the same number of hairs in their ears.
(Albert Camus (1913-1960), French-Algerian novelist, dramatist, philosopher. Gallimard (1958). Helicon in Caligula, act 4, sc. 6, Pléiade (1962).)
Gross and obscure natures, however decorated, seem impure shambles; but character gives splendor to youth, and awe to wrinkled skin and gray hairs.
(Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882), U.S. essayist, poet, philosopher. "Beauty," The Conduct of Life (1860).)
A man is a golden impossibility. The line he must walk is a hair's breadth.
(Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882), U.S. essayist, poet, philosopher. "Experience," Essays, Second Series (1844).)