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.
Gross and obscure natures, however decorated, seem impure shambles; but character gives splendor to youth, and awe to wrinkled skin and gray hairs.
Regrets are the natural property of grey hairs.
Age whitens hairs, but not sin.
It was so ridiculous. We were just sitting there, thinking about how ridiculous it was because we literally had stray hairs on us. The camera couldn't pick up all the details, but we had some crazy things. We had huge slabs of fat on us and bits of nails and hair. It was disgusting. But, there's also the beautiful parts of it.
If hurts were hairs, we'd all look like grizzlies.
The hairs stand up on the back of my neck at certain music.
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.
There never were, in the world, two opinions alike, no more than two hairs, or two grains; the most universal quality is diversity.
Our spirits grow gray before our hairs.
I am a plain practical man, not one of your theorists and splitters of hairs and choppers of logic.
These wrinkles are nothing These gray hairs are nothing, This stomach which sags with old food, these bruised and swollen ankles, my darkening brain, they are nothing. I am the same boy my mother used to kiss.
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 think most people, even if they say they hate horror movies, there's that feeling you get inside that you love. I mean, I love it. I love to have the hairs on the back of my neck stand up or get that chill up my spine.
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.
What an awful thing life is, isn’t it? It’s like soup with lots of hairs floating on the surface. You have to eat it nevertheless.
I've learned when you drink Absolut straight, it burns enough to give my chest hairs a perm.
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.
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.
Most people would never admit it, but they'd been bitching since they were born. As soon as their head popped out into that bright delivery-room light, nothing had been right. Nothing had been as comfortable or felt so good. Just the effort it took to keep your stupid physical body alive, just finding food and cooking it and dishwashing, the keeping warm and bathing and sleeping, the walking and bowel movements and ingrown hairs, it was all getting to be too much work.
