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Quotations about Hair
The hair is the richest ornament of women. ~Martin Luther
The hair is of so much importance to the face, that the gracefulness of a woman's head, and the likeness of a man's portrait, depend in a great measure upon its arrangement. ~Auguste Alexandre Philippe Charles Blanc (1813–1882), Art in Ornament and Dress / L'Art dans la Parure et dans le Vêtement, "Personal Adornment: Hair-Dressing," 1875, translated from French
[W]hat a difference there is between a head dressed with feeling, and the same head when the hair is left to chance or ill arranged! No doubt the natural arrangement may be so admirable that there is no necessity for any alteration. It is thus that disordered hair may characterise the incessant absorption of a philosopher, always buried in problems, like Ampère—let us leave him with his hair all in confusion. ~Charles Blanc, Art in Ornament and Dress, 1875
Attired to please herself: no gems of any kind
She wore, nor aught of borrowed gloss in Nature's stead;
And, then her long, loose hair flung round her head
Fell carelessly behind.
~Publius Terentius Afer
[T]his is California. Blondes are like the state flower or something. ~From the television show Beverly Hills 90210
They're not gray hairs. They're wisdom highlights. ~Author Unknown
There is more felicity on the far side of baldness than young men can possibly imagine. ~Logan Pearsall Smith
Only God, my dear,
Could love you for yourself alone
And not your yellow hair.
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less by baldness. ~Cicero
To Crystal, hair was the most important thing on earth. She would never get married because you couldn't wear curlers in bed. ~Edna O'Brien
There is nothing more contemptible than a bald man who pretends to have hair. ~Martial
Gray hair is a blessing — ask any bald man. ~Author Unknown
Every day it happens to us to fail to recognise our friends when they have cut their hair in some unusual manner, when they have shaved or allowed their beard to grow contrary to their ordinary practice. This proves what effect these natural ornaments have on a man's appearance, and how they fix themselves in memory. ~Charles Blanc, Art in Ornament and Dress, 1875
You can't part the skin of a sausage,
Or a dad from his fond son and heir.
And you can't part the hair on a bald-headed man,
For there'll be no parting there. ~Billy Bennett
Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair... ~Susan Polis Shutz
[T]he sun was glinting down on her brilliant head, making her hair glow like fire.... Suddenly she smiled, and her beautiful face became almost as radiant as her hair.... It was bound up in a braid and coiled atop her head like a length of rope, but he could discern hues from the brightest copper to the deepest red, like the leaves of autumn after the frost. Unbound, he knew it could reach her waist, like a waving, living banner of flame. ~Catherine Hart, Night Flame, 1989 #redheads
A celebrity is any well-known TV or movie star who looks like he spends more than two hours working on his hair. ~Steve Martin
A fine head of hair adds beauty to a good face, and terror to an ugly one. ~Lycurgus
By common consent gray hairs are a crown of glory; the only object of respect that can never excite envy. ~George Bancroft
There is one thing about baldness: it's neat. ~Don Herold
But if the nose is unequally short and turned up, the hair admits of still more fanciful arrangement; it may be whimsical, surprising, even set off with a little disorder. A stray ringlet, a careless bit of ribbon, an aigrette on one side would be allowable, or a falling spray of flowers, or a single curl on the face. ~Charles Blanc, Art in Ornament and Dress, 1875
How can I control my life when I can't control my hair? ~Author Unknown
I don't care if they call me "baldie" or "chrome dome." God took an eraser and brushed my head clean. I'd rather be bald on top than bald inside. ~Joe Garagiola, 1975
A hair in the head is worth two in the brush. ~Oliver Herford
[T]he forehead, if high—if longer than the nose—should be concealed a little, and the face only uncovered near the temples. Long curls, such as Lawrence's figures wear falling on their cheeks, have an expression of sentimental reverie which may suit certain romantic ladies; but, in a general way, the cheeks left bare and the hair turned back is more graceful and natural than these drooping ringlets which the most chaste and tender kiss would disarrange. Why display beautiful curls on the cheek when they look so elegant on the nape of the neck or the shoulder? To conceal a part of the face, is it not to make people suspect some defect, or to lead them to believe more than really exists? Women who hide under corkscrew curls their faded complexions, or the marks which the finger of time has left on their faces, make themselves look old by this very precaution. Sincerity is best.
As regards young girls, they are always charming when they display the whole of the face. Youth is such a skilful hairdresser!
~Charles Blanc, Art in Ornament and Dress, 1875
A man has gray hair; a poet has locks as silvery as long-lost treasure. ~Terri Guillemets
Experience is a comb which nature gives us when we are bald. ~Proverb
The arrangement of the hair being indispensable to beauty only in woman, man, without actually handling the scissors and the curling tongs, ought to be his own hair-dresser; and if so, we may be sure... that his character, careless or careful, impetuous or calm, timid or resolute, stiff or unreserved, will show itself in the way in which he usually cuts and arranges his hair. But woman needs to be adorned with profound skill, and it is not easy for her to dress her own hair. ~Charles Blanc, Art in Ornament and Dress, 1875
Quotes about Premature Graying and
Hair Suddenly Turning White from Grief or Trauma
Care does its bleaching work at comparative leisure, by a chronic process: it anticipates time, but it takes its own time in doing so. Whereas terror attacks in the acute, not chronic, form; effecting its wicked will by one midnight frost, at one fell swoop. ~Francis Jacox (1825–1897), "About the White Hairs that Come of Care or Terror," Recreations of a Recluse, 1870
And from her living cheeks and bosom flew
A killing air, which pierced like honey-dew
Into the core of my green heart, and lay
Upon its leaves; until, as hair grown grey
O'er a young brow, they hid its unblown prime
With ruins of unseasonable time.
~Percy Bysshe Shelley, "Epipsychidion"
Poor Hartley Coleridge's once dark, lustrous hair was prematurely silvered, and became latterly quite white; his head was mid winter, while his heart was as green as May. ~Derwent Coleridge, 1851, and John Richardson, 1850 [This is a mash-up quotation I've put together from Hartley's brother's memoir and a letter to Derwent from Hartley's friend and neighbor. Both are slightly altered from the originals to facilitate the blending.
Pass thy hand through my hair, love;
One little year ago,
In a curtain bright and rare, love,
It fell golden o'er my brow.
But the gold has passed away, love,
And the drooping curls are thin,
And cold threads of wintry grey, love,
Glitter their folds within;
How should this be in one short year?
It is not age—can it be care?
Thou art some great woman, sure; for riot begins to sit on thy forehead, clad in grey hairs, twenty years sooner than on a merry milk-maid's. ~John Webster, The Duchess of Malfi
Alas! that snows are shed
Upon thy laurel'd head,
Hurtled by many cares and many wrongs!
~Walter Savage Landor
What shock had stricken her hair, in the very maturity of its luxuriance, with the hue of an unnatural old age? Was it a serious illness, or a dreadful grief, that had turned her grey in the prime of her womanhood? ~Wilkie Collins
My hair is grey, but not with years,
Nor grew it white
In a single night,
As men's have grown from sudden fears.
A sudden frost was sprinkled on his head. ~Alexander Pope
Worcester is stolen away to‑night; thy father's
beard is turned white with the news...
~William Shakespeare, Henry IV, Part I [II, 4, Falstaff]
D'Andelot, Governor of Saint Quentin was one day sitting at home full of grief at the death of his brother, whom was put to death as an accomplice: he had been leaning his head on his hand, at the place where the hair was now white, and when he rose, those who were with him thought the changed colour was flour, which by some chance had fallen upon those parts. It has remained so ever since. ~Montaigne [a little altered
Danger, long travel, want or woe,
Soon change the form that best we know—
For deadly fear can time outgo,
And blanch at once the hair.
~Walter Scott, Marmion
That was a dreadful voyage, Jacob, and turned one-third of my hair grey. ~Captain Marryat
Those shocks of passion can prepare
That kill the bloom before its time;
And blanch, without the owner's crime,
The most resplendent hair.
~William Wordsworth, "Lament of Mary Queen of Scots" [On the Eve of a New Year. 1827 version. Composed 1817, published 1820.
The different passions have a remarkable influence over the internal substance of the hair. In a very short space of time grief will often alter its colour, and convert it into white.... It is said, that fright will make the hair stand upright. Fear has so powerful an effect upon the hair, it actually produces motion. ~Marie-François-Xavier Bichat (1771–1802), "System of the Hair," translated from the last French edition by Constant Coffyn, 1824 [a little altered
...sunk was that eye
Of sovereignty; and on the emaciate cheek
Had penitence and anguish deeply drawn
Their furrows premature,—forestalling time,
And shedding upon thirty's brows more snows
Than threescore winters in their natural course
Might else have sprinkled there...
~Robert Southey, Roderick, the Last of the Goths
With his recovered reason came his first grey hair, and in one fortnight it was all as white as snow. ~Charles Reade
Was stricken out for ever from her cheek,
For ever and at once; and in a night,
Strange freak of suffering, and yet true, one lock
Of her rich hair, and one alone, was blanched,
And gleam'd among her auburn tresses dark
In signal contrast, like the first snow-flake
That nestles on a copper beech-tree's bough.
Ye winds!... Upon the Deep we are astray.
On our wild hearts this fell like a blight;
In one short hour my hair was striken grey,
For all the crew sank ghastly in my sight
As we went driving on through the cold starry night.
~Alexander Smith [a little altered
Fathers we must have, wife and child,
And grievous is the grief for these;
This pain alone which must be borne,
Makes the head white, and bows the knees.
[Great heartfelt thanks to Francis Jacox for hints of where to seek in literature for several of these excerpts about premature gray hair and sudden white hair!