And there's been occasions where I've gone brown and got parts! I'm not above doing that! I hope after this, I can get a role where it won't be: "Oh, you can't play any role other than a blonde. " I'm proud of being a blonde. I'd be proud of being a brunette or a red-head. I don't think it matters.
When a sudden ray of sun or a moonbeam falls on a dreary street, it makes no difference what it illumines-a broken bottle on the ground, a fading flower in a field, or the flaxen blonde hair of a child's head. The object is transformed and the viewer is transfixed. Celebrate that moment of beauty and take it with you in your memory. It is God's gift to you.
I went blonde which killed my hair. It was a disaster. I think it was neat to do it for a bit.
Angels are totally real. Tinkerbell has a hot ass. Wendigos exist. It's all true. Satan is blonde. True fact.
I dyed my hair blonde when I was 14. My mom was not happy. But I love being blonde.
She was a blonde nearly young American woman of such dynamism that the tideless waves struggled to get farther up the beach.
I dyed my hair blonde in that movie, so my head doesn't match my grill.
I really enjoyed being a blonde. Men were more friendly and flirtatious. My face looked more worldly. It took the innocence away. It could be the new me.
You can sleep with a blonde, you can sleep with a brunette, but you'll never get any sleep with a redhead!
Her problem wasn't she was a dumb blonde, it was she wasn't a blonde and she wasn't dumb.
For so long I hid behind the blonde hair and the blue eyes. Now I feel like I've done it, I've done what I set out to achieve, now I can just go back to being me.
You, have this whole tall, dark stranger thing going on. Not to mention the tortured artist bit. And you, have that whole blonde cool and collected perfect smart thing going on. You're the boy all the girls want to rebel with. You, are the unattainable girl in homeroom who never gives a guy the time of day.
Since I have fair skin, I have to stay out of the sun. I can't stand the sun. I dyed my hair red for a while during the 1990s but I'm actually a natural blonde.
I've always wanted to be an action heroine. That's a chick dream, getting to wear a leather bodysuit and be blonde and kick ass.
Going blonde is like buying yourself a light bulb!
It isn't that gentlemen really prefer blondes, it's just that we look dumber.
What good are vitamins? Eat a lobster, eat a pound of caviar - live! If you are in love with a beautiful blonde with an empty face and no brains at all, don't be afraid. Marry her! Live!
It takes a smart brunette to play a dumb blonde.
If I was tall and blonde, I might have been a dancer or singer.
I feel like a blonde nothingness, alone in my own body. . . . . . Today it's not drugs that fill my body, its despair.