| Author |
Quotes |
| Abraham Cowley | An harmless flaming meteor shone for hair, And fell adown his shoulders with losse care. |
| Bible | And he said, My son shall not go down with you; for his brother is dead, and he is left alone: if mischief befall him by the way in the which we go, then shall ye bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to the grave. |
| Bible | When they told it unto David, he sent to meet them, because the men were greatly ashamed: and the king said, Tarry at Jericho until your beards be grown, and then return. |
| Bible | But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. |
| Bible | The hoary head is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way of righteousness. |
| Charles Lamb | We grow gray in our spirit long before we grow gray in our hair. |
| Giovanni Boccaccio | His hair stood upright like porcupine quills. |
| Greek Proverb | Gray hair is a sign of age, not of wisdom. |
| Heinrich Heine | And yonder sits a maiden, The fairest of the fair, With gold in her garment glittering, And she combs her golden hair. |
| Irish Proverb | The person who doesn't scatter the morning dew will not comb gray hairs |
| James Brown | Hair is the first thing. And teeth the second. Hair and teeth. A man got those two things he's got it all. |
| James Howel | One hair of a woman can draw more than a hundred pair of oxen. |
| Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | Beware of her fair hair, for she excels All women in the magic of her locks; And when she winds them round a young man's neck, She will not ever set him free again. |
| John Heywood | I pray thee let me and my fellow have A hair of the dog that bit us last night. |
| Marcus Tullius Cicero | It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less with baldness. |
| Marian Anderson | Prejudice is like a hair across your cheek. You can't see it, you can't find it with your fingers, but you keep brushing at it because the feel of it is irritating. |
| Martin Luther | The hair is the richest ornament of women. |
| Richard Crashaw | Tresses, that wear Jewels, but to declare How much themselves more precious are. |
| Robert Bland | And from that luckless hour my tyrant fair Has led and turned me by a single hair. |
| Robert Browning | Dear, dead women, with such hair, too--what's become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms? |
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