Tangled Hair Quotes

• Lord knows I've paid my dues getting through, tangled up in blue.

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  Bob Dylan

  Sadness   Blue   Tangled  

  634

• Stars got tangled in her hair whenever she played in the sky.

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  Laini Taylor

  Stars   Hair   Sky  

  2512

• Aching familiar in a way that made me wish I was still eight. Eight was before death or divorce or heartbreak. Eight was just eight. Hot dogs and peanut butter, mosquito bites and splinters, bikes and boogie boards. Tangled hair, sunburned shoulders, Judy Blume, in bed by nine thirty.

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  Jenny Han

  Dog   Divorce   Eight  

  1536

• What is it with you today?” says Christina on the way to breakfast. Her eyes are still swollen from sleep and her tangled hair forms a fuzzy halo around her face. “Oh, you know,” I say. “Sun shining. Birds chirping.” She raises an eyebrow at me, as if reminding me that we are in an underground tunnel.

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  Veronica Roth

  Sleep   Eye   Tunnels  

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• I grew up on a Christmas tree farm with all this space to run around, and the [freedom] to be a crazy kid with tangled hair.

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  Taylor Swift

  Running   Crazy   Kids  

  Source: www.glamour.com

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• And the sun had on a crown Wrought of gilded thistledown, And a scarf of velvet vapor And a raveled rainbow gown; And his tinsel-tangled hair Tossed and lost upon the air Was glossier and flossier Than any anywhere.

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  James Whitcomb Riley

  Hair   Rainbow   Tangled  

  James Whitcomb Riley (2010). “Riley Child-Rhymes with Hoosier Pictures”, p.106, Indiana University Press

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• Finnick!" Something between a shriek and a cry of joy. A lovely if somewhat bedraggled young woman--dark tangled hair, sea green eyes--runs toward us in nothing but a sheet. "Finnick!" And suddenly, it's as if there's no one in the world but these two, crashing through space to reach each other. They collide, enfold, lose their balance, and slam against a wall, where they stay. Clinging into one being. Indivisible. A pang of jealousy hits me. Not for either Finnick or Annie but for their certainty. No one seeing them could doubt their love.

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  Suzanne Collins

  Running   Wall   Eye  

  Suzanne Collins (2010). “Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, Book 3)”, p.175, Scholastic Inc.

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• Well, my love,” said Alexia with prodigious daring to Lord Maccon, “shall we?” The earl started to move forward and then stopped abruptly and looked down at her, not moving at all. “Am I?” “Are you what?” She peeked up at him through her tangled hair, pretending confusion. There was no possible way she was going to make this easy for him. “Your love?” “Well, you are a werewolf, Scottish, naked, and covered in blood, and I am still holding your hand.” He sighed in evident relief. “Good. That is settled, then.

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  Gail Carriger

  Moving   Hair   Blood  

  3706

• Those East Coast rich kids are a different breed, on a fast track to nowhere. Your friends in Seattle are downright Canadian in their niceness. None of you has a cell phone. The girls wear hoodies and big cotton underpants and walk around with tangled hair and smiling, adorned backpacks. Do you know how absolutely exotic it is that you haven’t been corrupted by fashion and pop culture? A month ago I mentioned Ben Stiller, and do you remember how you responded? ‘Who’s that?’ I loved you all over again.

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  Maria Semple

  Girl   Fashion   Kids  

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