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I shave my body in all kinds of ways, wear tons of eyeliner and dye my hair pink.
Don't. Please, just let me hold you a little bit longer," he mumbled into my hair
I'm not cut out to be a famous person; I can't do my hair and makeup well enough.
I’ve had enough, this is my prayer, that I’ll die living just as free as my hair.
The beauty of having short hair is that I actually can wash and style it at home!
Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare; And beauty draws us with a single hair.
Donald Trump has a great campaign slogan: 'A complex world demands complex hair.'
People who have nothing better to do than talk about my hair color have no lives.
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty. And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
In films I might look glamorous, but I've been in hair and make-up for two hours.
Ingrown anger is like an ingrown hair. The pain it creates in life is unbearable.
I find when I have short hair, I feel like I have nothing to hide behind anymore.
I have this lock of hair that keeps falling across my forehead. It drives me mad.
I hate having long hair. It's like walking around with a dead koala on your back!
It is not hoary hairs that bring wisdom; some have an old head on young shoulders.
I'm not afraid to have no make-up on and no hair. I just want to be stripped back.
When I write, I tend to twist my hair. Something for my small mind to do, I guess.
Like most dancers, I love lip stains! We hate gloss because hair gets stuck in it.
Orange? Like Effie's hair?" I say. "A bit more muted," he says. "More like sunset.
I've never really felt that I've had the right hair cut, or had the right clothes.
My mum is about five foot with her hair done. Without it she's about four foot 10.
He had long nostril hairs, powerfully intimidating, like an unscheduled nightmare.
It hurts the bald-head just as much as the thatched-head to have his hairs plucked.
One does not miss heaven by a hair, but by constant effort to avoid and escape God.
The last step will be letting my hair go natural. That's when you'll know I'm free.
Funny how a wife can spot a blonde hair at twenty yards, yet miss the garage doors.
Ron's eyebrows rose so high that they were in danger of disappearing into his hair.
My hair is too fine to bleach. I get so much breakage, it's not worth it to dye it.
I make sure the foods I eat will benefit the appearance of my hair, skin and nails.
It's not the hair on your head that matters. It's the kind of hair you have inside.
I dyed my hair blonde when I was 14. My mom was not happy. But I love being blonde.
My singing is part of me, like my stoutness, or my light hair, or my poor eyesight.
I would wear flamboyant clothes and long hair, and most singers at the time didn't.
I do like my hair being pulled from time to time, it's like a pair of reins, innit?
I liked girls with pale skin because I am a California boy, tanned and blonde hair.
There's no way I'm going to Jersey without my hair gel, can't leave without my gel.
Keep your head up, keep your heart strong. Keep your mind set, keep your hair long.
I just let my hair go - if there's no hairdresser around I really can't be bothered!
Rick Perry has now accused Mitt Romney of hiring illegal aliens to work on his hair.
Are those cat hairs on your lapel, or have you been dating a blonde with a crew cut?
Kindness is the only charm permitted to the aged; it is the coquetry of white hairs.
Even when I was a kid, I had this insane head of flaming hair. It looked like a wig.
I'm sporting some really blonde hair because I live in Hollywood and I'm an actress.
I love the feeling of the fresh air on my face and the wind blowing through my hair.
My motto is to go wild on the accessories - the belts, the hair clips, the jewelery.
I was somebody who never loved my hair. I had curly hair and wished it was straight.
I want a part where I can use my own hair, my own voice, and maybe even be literate.
Puberty hit me pretty hard. All of a sudden, I woke up, and I had really curly hair.
You might be a redneck if Exxon and Conoco have offered you royalties for your hair.
As shaking terrors from his blazing hair, a sanguine comet gleams through dusky air.