How ill white hairs become a fool and jester!
I don't feel a day older when it comes to my approach to music or what gets me off than when I was a teenager. I've always been into different kinds of stuff and when I play I like to play loud. I like my arm hairs to move and I like my body to vibrate 'cause I like the feel of it; I'm still a teenager at heart.
I didn’t look back, but I knew you were still watching. It probably sounds weird, but I could just feel it. The hairs on my neck bristled when you blinked.
Regrets are the natural property of grey hairs.
I am a plain practical man, not one of your theorists and splitters of hairs and choppers of logic.
I've learned when you drink Absolut straight, it burns enough to give my chest hairs a perm.
The God who created, names, and numbers the stars in the heavens also numbers the hairs of my head. . He pays attention to very big things and to very small ones. What matters to me matters to Him, and that changes my life.
When we're dealing with the people in our family - no matter how annoying or gross they may be, no matter how self-inflicted their suffering may appear, no matter how afflicted they are with ignorance, prejudice or nose hairs - we give from the deepest parts of ourselves.
I think there's a certain limit to the number of times you can raise hairs on the back of peoples' heads before it gets kind of saccharin.
It is rather an unpleasant fact, that the ugliest and awkwardest of brute animals have the greatest resemblance to man: the monkey and the bear. The monkey is ugly too (so we think) because he is like man--as the bear is awkward, because the cumbrous action of its huge paws seems to be a preposterous imitation of the motions of human hands. Men and apes are the only animals that have hairs on the under eye-lid. Let kings know this.
Gross and obscure natures, however decorated, seem impure shambles; but character gives splendor to youth, and awe to wrinkled skin and gray hairs.
By common consent, gray hairs are a crown of glory: the only object of respect that can never excite envy.
There's a happiness about me, a confidence and a happiness now that I didn't have when I was younger. You feel good inside, you look good outside. I have a few little gray hairs on my chin, and I kind of like them. I feel like I look like somebody who's having a good life, who's enjoying it a little better than I did before. You can be really good-looking in your twenties but feel miserable, and people just sort of walk away.
The voice was gentle, like a scalpel petting the short hairs of your throat.
If hurts were hairs, we'd all look like grizzlies.
What I'm trying to produce is the visual equivalent of the chord change that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
I thought I had the world by the tail. It took me a few years to realize the closest I was to having the world by the tail was being a dingle berry on one of its ass hairs.
My lusts they do me leave, My fancies all be fled, And tract of time begins to weave Grey hairs upon my head.
It hurts the bald-head just as much as the thatched-head to have his hairs plucked.
I refuse to think of them as chin hairs. I think of them as stray eyebrows.
