White hair Quote by Kathy Reichs Download Open image ““He looked like a tall, confused dandelion, with his long, thin stem and puff of white hair”” — Kathy Reichs ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.8 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare White hair
“Taller than most, he stood well over six feet, with hair so dark it appeared jet black in the fading light. Matching brows arched… — Coreene Callahan Copy Share Image
“He looked a couple years older than me and was pushing six feet tall. His russet colored hair was cut short on the sides… — Autumn Reed Copy Share Image
“He was tall with lanky arms and legs and short hair. He wore gold-framed glasses and he had a receding hairline which made the… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“He was tall, and straight, with a lot of very thick, wild, white hair. In his grim brown face the nose curved fiercely, like… — Susan Cooper Copy Share Image
“He was extremely short, five feet in heels, wearing a khaki sport coat and blue jeans. His brown hair, with long straight bangs, hung… — Adam Ross Copy Share Image
“Her hair was hidden under a white headdress, like some kind of wimple; she wore a long white tunic and trousers, and her skin… — Amanda Hemingway Copy Share Image
“His wild grey hair and habitually rumpled clothes made him look vaguely bewildered, as if he’d just woken up and couldn’t quite remember where… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
“Last summer I spent almost an hour blowing dandelions off their stems towards him, so that he had a chance to wish for everything… — Helen Oyeyemi Copy Share Image
“He had a long thin nose, a moustache like flock wallpaper, sparse, carefully combed hair, and the complexion of a Hovis loaf.” — Len Deighton Copy Share Image
“Strikingly tall, broad, a thick head of silky chestnut hair, olive skin and beautiful almond shaped eyes. His was a strong face, masculine, powerful.… — Samantha Young Copy Share Image
“In person he was rather tall and his figure was considered good. Some people thought him handsome, but this was not by any means… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
What gives my books authenticity is that I actually do what it is I'm writing about. I think the fact that I am in… — Kathy Reichs Copy Share Image
Edmonton is Canada's answer to Omaha. Solid, unassuming, and surrounded by a whole lot of nothing. It's a place that makes you think of… — Kathy Reichs Copy Share Image
“That's just stupid, Tory! Quit being so damn stubborn!” “Not a chance! You've got some kind of death wish! We can't even trust our power lately. They're too erratic for a public heist.” Ben thumped the steering wheel in frustration. “Maybe for you.” I glowered at Ben from the backseat. I'd given Hi shotgun, having sensed this argument was inevitable.… — Kathy Reichs Copy Share
“Ben smiled for the first time all afternoon. It was nice to see. When he deigned to flash his pearly whites, Ben went from… — Kathy Reichs Copy Share Image
“Great!” I rubbed my hands together. “Which one first?” Anders’s eyebrows rose. “Tory, that’s a hefty request. Those machines are extremely expensive. We rarely log time on them for side projects.” He pauses, lips pursed. “Your teacher couldn’t have reasonably expected you to conduct a full microscopic analysis. How would you? I think you’ll be okay with just the swab.”… — Kathy Reichs Copy Share
“Ella finished her burger and dug into a side of fries. Hi watched, enraptured. She couldn't help but notice. “Would you like one?” “What? Sure.” Hi smiled, made no move. After a moment, Ella nudged the bowl his way. “Careful, they're still hot.” “Oh, no problem.” Hi fumbled for a fry. “I like food that's hot.” I caught Shelton slowly… — Kathy Reichs Copy Share
“Move along,” Hines said. “Last room down.” I spotted a fish tank halfway down the aisle. Dug into my pocket. “Hi,” I whispered. “Distraction in five. Four. Three...” I broke off as we neared the tank. Hi spun. “Yo, warden. When do we eat around here? I'm hypoglycemic, plus I've got a hernia. And rabies simplex D. Basically, I need… — Kathy Reichs Copy Share
“When Ben turned, his dark eyes danced with yellow light. Already handsome, flaring took his attractiveness to a whole new level. Ben’s coppery skin… — Kathy Reichs Copy Share Image
“Hey, check this weirdo out.” Hi was inspecting a bus on the mantel. “This face is ninety percent eyebrow. What do you wanna bet he owned slaves?” Scowling to match the carving’s expression, Hi spoke in a gravelly voice. “ In my day, we ate the poor people. We had a giant outdoor grill, and cooked up peasant steaks every… — Kathy Reichs Copy Share
I hated myself totally white. So now I cheat. It's my white hair, and I put color there. My grandson says I'm punk. — Agnes Varda Copy Share Image
I feel I want to be wise with white hair in a tall library in a deep chair by a fireplace. — Gregory Corso Copy Share Image
I had white hair when I was 19. I think bleach can be addictive, and before long, you've gone too far with it and… — Katherine Ryan Copy Share Image
“The old man must have stopped our car two dozen times to climb out and gather into his hands the small toads blinded by our lights and leaping, live drops of rain. The rain was falling, a mist about his white hair and I kept saying You can’t save them all accept it, get back in wev’e got places to… — Joseph Bruchac Copy Share
Wisdom and white hair might not be as valued [in our society] as in different cultures. — Karla Souza Copy Share Image
“He was tall, and straight, with a lot of very thick, wild, white hair. In his grim brown face the nose curved fiercely, like… — Susan Cooper Copy Share Image
Kent. Where's the king? Gent. Contending with the fretful elements; Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea, Or swell the curled waters 'bove the main, That things might change or cease; tears his white hair, Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage, Catch in their fury and make nothing of; Strives in his little world of man to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“At my first neighborhood community meeting, I faced nine worn, black faces and two white ones. I was easily the youngest person there by thirty years. I suddenly felt foolish, like a kid old enough to know better caught playing pretend. I was introduced and there was a moment of silence before a man with white hair in a worn… — Aaron Foley Copy Share
“No I am not Prince Hamlet nor was meant to be Am an attendant lord one that will do To swell a progress start a scene or two Advise the prince no doubt an easy tool Deferential glad to be of use Politic cautious and meticulous Full of high sentence but a bit obtuse At times indeed almost ridiculous— Almost… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share
“No, my friends, the fact of the matter was stated to me by a hobo I met many years ago in the streets of San Francisco. As we spoke, and I looked into his startlingly blue eyes with a shock of white hair, I asked him (he told me his name was Moses), “Moses, do you believe in God?” He… — Michael Savage Copy Share
“Old age is far more than white hair, wrinkles, the feeling that it is too late and the game is finished, that the stage… — Andre Maurois Copy Share Image