Long Black Hair Quotes

• I didn't have many friends. I was very shy ... And, then, even worse, when I was 14 I became Gothic. I had long, black hair. I was going to school with makeup. Because I was trying to find my language, to scream to the world that I felt so closed in a box where I was living.

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  Riccardo Tisci

  School   Makeup   Hair  

  Source: www.interviewmagazine.com

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• When I was writing pretty poor poetry, this girl with midnight black hair told me to go on.

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  Carl Sandburg

  Girl   Writing   Hair  

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• Ransom thought her girly tendencies the funniest thing ever, constantly teased her over them, but the last time he'd opened his big mouth, she'd gotten her own back by pointing out that his long black hair sure did look well conditioned.

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  Nalini Singh

  Girly   Hair   Long  

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• Chained inside the carriage is a sinful woman. When we set the carriage afire, her flesh will be roasted, her bones will be charred: she will die an agonizing death. Never again will you have such a perfect model for the screen. Do not fail to watch as her snow-white flesh erupts in flames. See and remember her long black hair dancing in a whirl of sparks!

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  Ryūnosuke Akutagawa

  Hair   Flames   White  

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• My daughter teases me once in a while saying, Remember when you used to be my mother and you had black hair?

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  Loni Anderson

  Daughter   Mother   Hair  

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• So I'm guessing you're Seven and Ten; What can you do?" I say as I find our rifles in the sand and hand each of them a gun. "You can call me Marina," the girl with the brown hair says. "And I can breathe under water and see in the dark and heal the sick and wounded. And I have telekinesis." Call me Ella, I hear ten say in my head. Aside from my telepathy, I can change ages. "Awesome. I'm four, that nut job with the long black hair is nine and the beast is my chimaera, Bernie Kosar.

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  Pittacus Lore

  Girl   Jobs   Dark  

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• A woman drew her long black hair out tight, And fiddled whisper music on those strings, And bats with baby faces in the violet light Whistled, and beat their wings, And crawled head downward down a blackened wall.

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  T. S. Eliot

  Baby   Wall   Halloween  

  Waste Land (1922) pt. 5

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• I don't remember forms or faces now, but I know the girl was beautiful. I know she was; for in the bright moonlight nights, when I start from my sleep, and all is quiet about me, I see, standing still and motionless in one corner of this cell, a slight and wasted figure with long black hair, which streaming down her back, stirs with no earthly wind, and eyes that fix their gaze on me, and never wink or close.

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  Charles Dickens

  Beautiful   Girl   Sleep  

  Charles Dickens (2017). “The Pickwick Papers”, p.202, BookRix

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