Head up Quote by Curtis Tyrone Jones

“She was a masterpiece of composure; nothing ever ruffled her or made her upset, and though she was not beautiful her calmness had the…

— Donna Tartt

“...And she humbled her body greatly, and all the places of her joy she filled with her torn hair.”

— Apocrypha

“Hair disheveled, smiling lips, sweating and tipsy, garment torn, singing a love song, glass in hand, picking a quarrel, chanting a spell, yesterday at…

— Anonymous

“She untied her ropes, her frazzled oily grimy ropes that held her down into the littered marshlands of a life too long lived in…

— Ella M. Kaye

“... on the lawn one late summer day, her pale hair tangled because she'd cry if anyone tried to brush it, spinning around and…

— Holly Black

“...she stood back and wiped the sweat-sting from her eyes. The air was clean. Her hands brown with dirt. Pride surged through her, raw…

— Anthony Marra

“her dangling braids the color of rain.”

— Lucille Clifton

“she felt the wind rise, felt the pinprick of pebble and grit against her stockings and her cheeks—the slivered shards of mad sunlight in…

— Alice McDermott

“She winds her hair into a bun, tilts her long neck back, and parts her lips. It is like watching someone paint the sky.”

— Hala Alyan

“She was a rapidly rising anchor. She had what it took: great hair, a profound understanding of strategic lip gloss, the intelligence to understand…

— Douglas Adams

“Comfort came in and stood with an appearance of guilt and shame. Her head bent, her eyes soaked with tears, her hands and legs,…

— Michael Bassey Johnson

“She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances.”

— Jonathan Safran Foer