128 Metaphors for hair

They may be made of horse hair or moss; but hair is the best.

Her fluffy hair was very fair, ashy fair almost, and would have been startlingly lovely only that it, too, was spoiled by a dryness and lack of gloss which spoke of careless treatment or ill health, or both.

Grey hairs are no reproof, and we are quite sure they would harmonize better with the other marks of age than the wigs and fronts which prevail.

Methinks yon fellow's hair is overlight for Norman locks.

He wasn't bad, but he looked wet, and his hair was a horror to me.

His hair, and eyes, and complexion are exactly the same hue; what color is it?

"I think this hair was Janet McCrea's.

Her hair, done in old-time scallops about her forehead, was a gleaming marvel of simplicity, and the despair of every woman who tried to copy it.

Freydis to-day was resplendently robed in flame-colored silk, and about her dark hair was a circlet of burnished copper.

At a recent meeting of the Academy of Sciences, at Paris, M. F. Cuvier, in a memoir on the generation of feathers, spines, and hair, introduced the following curious conclusion:"I consider the organic system which produces hair as analogous to that of the senses, and even as forming part of them; for the hair is in a great number of animals a very sensitive organ of touch.

His hair, he says, is his battle-cry.

Her mind, like her skin, her hair and her pelvis, is a product of the ovarian endocrines.

My hair is downmy waistOh, Kurt!"

WATER HAIR-GRASS.This is an aquatic, and very much relished by cattle, but cannot be propagated for fodder.

Though her hair is white, youth's optimism and confidence in the future and the joy of victory for France overshadowed the present.

His hair was also a vivid red.

His hair was grey, his hands trembled, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face had the unhealthy pallor which accompanies intense nervous pressure and excitement.

Her hair was red copper, her skinthe "glad neck" of her dress showed a lot of ithad the colour and bloom, the cream and roses, of Devon.

Bell's blonde hair, with her black eyes, was her strong point, and she invariably dressed it à la Kenwigs when she wore a hat.

This hair is not a tail, nor that, nor the third, and so on to the very last; and how can all do what none of all does?Ridiculous as this is, it is a fair image of Socinian logic.

Still, however, the head is hotter than the limbs, especially the hands and feet; and I cannot help thinking that the hair is the only covering which is perfectly safe, either in childhood or age; except in the sunshine or in the storm.

Hair was a matter of course; the thing was, to keep it out of the way; that was what the fashion of this head expressed, and nothing more.

Her eyes shone like blue stars, and her hair shonethere must be pounds of it, Billy thoughtand her very shoulders, plump, flawless, ineffable, shone with the glow of an errant cloud-tatter that is just past the track of dawn, and is therefore neither pink nor white, but manages somehow to combine the best points of both colours.

And Tree Mother's hair was whiter and more feathery than either.

She could live only from day to day, one day like another, till they grew so wearisome she wondered her hair was not graythe pretty hair that, shorn from her head in her illness, had grown again in a short fleece of silky curlsfor it seemed to her that she had lived a hundred years.

128 Metaphors for  hair