Curls Quotes

His heart was like a sensitive plant, that opens for a moment in the sunshine, but curls up and shrinks into itself at the slightest touch of the finger, or the lightest breath of wind. (Anne Brontë)

Hi, Max," she said, pushing her shades up onto her curls. "I hope your wearing sunscreen," i said, "your gonna have hella wrinkles by the time your ten.” "Want some daiquiri?” she offered, pointing at a blender. "Is it traitor flavored?” I asked.

James Patterson

I have just one black and white photograph left of my mother when she was younger. She was 17 when it was taken and beautiful with wispy curls and eyes that shone like dark marbles.

Liz Murray

I love wearing my hair curly, but turning the curling iron all the way up creates curls that look really made up and artificial.

Camila Alves

I ain't good looking And my hair ain't curls But my mother she give me something It's going to carry me through this world.

Billie Holiday

Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls, Come hither, the dances are done, In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls, Queen lily and rose in one; Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls, To the flowers, and be their sun.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

I have a bronze statue of myself, naked. I have these really big curls and water comes out of every curl. It's hot.

Macy Gray

Clary smiled at him with a warmth she didn't feel. "Sebastian says I can come with you.” Jace raised his eyebrows. "Matching haircuts for everyone?” "I hope not,” said Sebastian. "I look terrible with curls.

Cassandra Clare

Everything we need to know is locked up in your head, under those pretty red curls." Clary reached up to touch her hair protectively. "I dont think-" "So what are you going to do?" Simon asked sharply. "Cut her head open to get at it?

Cassandra Clare

Father calls me William, sister calls me Will, Mother calls me Willie, but the fellers call me Bill! Mighty glad I ain't a girl-ruther be a boy, Without them sashes, curls, an' things that 's worn by Fauntleroy! Love to chawnk green apples an' go swimmin' in the lake- Hate to take the castor-ile they give for bellyache! 'Most all the time, the whole year round, there ain't no flies on me, But jest 'fore Christmas I'm as good as I kin be!

Eugene Field

I hope you hair curls naturally, does it?
Yes, darling, with a little help from others. (Oscar Wilde)

One of her instructors in fashion had given her to understand that curls were not the thing. "They'll always pass muster," Miss Dunstable had replied, "when they are done up with bank notes."

Anthony Trollope

Where go the poet's lines Answer, ye evening tapers Ye auburn locks, ye golden curls, Speak from your folded papers.

Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr.

To Leonardo a landscape, like a human being, was part of a vast machine, to be understood part by part and, if possible, in the whole. Rocks were not simply decorative silhouettes. They were part of the earth's bones, with an anatomy of their own, caused by some remote seismic upheaval. Clouds were not random curls of the brush, drawn by some celestial artist, but were the congregation of tiny drops formed from the evaporation of the sea, and soon would pour back their rain into the rivers.

Kenneth Clark

down from his brow she ran his curls like thick hyacinth clusters full of blooms.

Homer

Fate is a shape-shifter. It is the kindest and most generous entity imaginable, laying out more goodness than a person deserves, and then it shrinks and curls and forms into something grotesque. You think something is one thing, but then it´s another.

Deb Caletti

"You,” the female on the bed said, her timbre shaded with irrittion. "New guy. Angel Boy. Colonel Curls, or whatever you want to be called. I'm done asking, so now I'm commanding. Free me.

Gena Showalter

My father was short for a man, with a child's plaything for a name - Spinner. He had flawless dark brown skin and a head full of big, wet-looking curls, black as oil. And he had the smile of a scoundrel - the kind of smile that disarmed men and undressed women.

Charles M. Blow

We film 'Resurrection' in Atlanta, where humidity is a force to be reckoned with, especially for those of us who have naturally curly hair. I would love for the au naturel look of the '60s to come back. No make up, no hair products - just sun-kissed skin, freckles, and crazy curls.

Devin Kelley

I really am super lazy and doing long hair, especially mine, is a big pain in the butt. It's filled with cowlicks and kinks and curls and frizz - and it was taking too much time in the morning.

Ginnifer Goodwin

On Monday I come in and get in a full body workout, and then I come back in on Wednesday and do a quick six, which consists of bench press, biceps and triceps curls, pull downs, something for the back and the neck. And then you come back and hit it again on Friday with a 16-machine workout. (LaMarr Woodley)

Having Black hair is unique in that Black women change up styles a lot. You can walk down one street block in New York City and see 10 different hairstyles that Black women are wearing: straight curls, short cuts, braids - we really run the gamut.

Queen Latifah

The maiden---pure and without stain--lay sleeping on the small couch that occupied one corner of the closet. Her fair limbs were enshrouded in the light folds of a night-robe, and she lay in an attitude of perfect repose, one glowing cheek resting upon her uncovered arm, while over the other, waved the loosened curls of her glossy hair. The parting lips disclosed her teeth, white as ivory, while her youthful bosom came heaving up from the folds of her night-robe, like a billow that trembles for a moment in the moonlight, and then is suddenly lost to view. She lay there in all the ripening beauty of maidenhood, the light falling gently over her young limbs, their outlines marked by the easy folds of her robe, resembling in their roundness and richness of proportion, the swelling fulness of the rose-bud that needs but another beam of light, to open it into its perfect bloom.

George Lippard

I look like a duck. It's the way my mouth curls up, or my nose tilts up. I should have played Howard the Duck.

Michelle Pfeiffer

Armida smiles to hear, but keeps her gaze fixed on herself, love's labours to behold. Her locks she braided and their wanton ways in lovely order marshalled and controlled. She wound the curls of her fine strands with sprays of flowers, like enamel worked on gold, and made the stranger rose join with her pale breast's native lily, and composed her veil.

Torquato Tasso

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