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His hair stood upright like porcupine quills.

His hair stood upright like porcupine quills.

by Giovanni Boccaccio Found in: Hair Quotes,
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We grow gray in our spirit long before we grow gray in our hair.

We grow gray in our spirit long before we grow gray in our hair.

by Charles Lamb Found in: Hair Quotes,
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For whom do you bind your hair, plain in your neatness?
[Lat., Cui flavam religas comam
Simplex read more

For whom do you bind your hair, plain in your neatness?
[Lat., Cui flavam religas comam
Simplex munditiis?]

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One hair of a woman can draw more than a hundred pair of oxen.

One hair of a woman can draw more than a hundred pair of oxen.

by James Howell (howel) Found in: Hair Quotes,
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But she is vanish'd to her shady home
Under the deep, inscrutable; and there
Weeps in a read more

But she is vanish'd to her shady home
Under the deep, inscrutable; and there
Weeps in a midnight made of her own hair.

by Thomas Hood Found in: Hair Quotes,
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Tresses, that wear
Jewels, but to declare
How much themselves more precious are.

Tresses, that wear
Jewels, but to declare
How much themselves more precious are.

by Richard Crashaw Found in: Hair Quotes,
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Gray hair is a sign of age, not of wisdom.

Gray hair is a sign of age, not of wisdom.

by Greek Proverb Found in: Hair Quotes,
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And yonder sits a maiden,
The fairest of the fair,
With gold in her garment glittering,
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And yonder sits a maiden,
The fairest of the fair,
With gold in her garment glittering,
And she combs her golden hair.

by Heinrich Heine Found in: Hair Quotes,
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The little wind that hardly shook
The silver of the sleeping brook
Blew the gold hair about read more

The little wind that hardly shook
The silver of the sleeping brook
Blew the gold hair about her eyes,--
A mystery of mysteries.
So he must often pause, and stoop,
An all the wanton ringlets loop
Behind her dainty ear--emprise
Of slow event and many sighs.

by William Dean Howells Found in: Hair Quotes,
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