William Wordsworth Quotes

I've been burn when it comes to my hair that it ain't no joke.

I've dyed my hair a million times and it looks terrible, always. It just looks fake. And it doesn't make me look that much younger.

I do a lot of damage to my hair every day because of my work. I just noticed this huge change. It started getting thinner and it started falling out. I hit 30, and I literally felt like I was balding!

I remember the day I saw my hair was thinning. I don't remember caring much. I don't care. It's just hair. It never bothered me much. I was pretty young, too. And it happened and is happening very slowly. I have a feeling dead people get really mad when we complain about losing hair.

Balding if God's way of showing you are only human... He takes the hair off your head and puts it in your ears.

What Time hath scanted men in hair, he hath given them in wit.

It seems no more than right that men should seize time by the forelock, for the rude old fellow, sooner or later, pulls all their hair out.

Roger Maris lost his hair the season he hit sixty-one, I still have all my hair, but when it's over, I'm going home to Mobile and fish for a long time.

And indeed there will be time To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?" Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair.

We'll squeeze every second that we can from our lives, because we're young, and we have plenty of years to grow. We'll grow until we're braver. We'll grow until our bones ache and our skin wrinkles and our hair goes white, and until our hearts decide, at last, that it's time to stop.

I'm the reason Hulk Hogan lost his hair.

No matter how many vitamins you take, how much Pilates, you'll lose your keys, your hair and your memory.

I've been playing the father of teenagers for years. People always thought that I was 40 when I was 26. Once you lose your hair, they're like "Oh! He's really old now."

Statues lined the stairs and stood, dotted across the roof. But they had been brutalized by time and the weather. Some were missing arms. Many had no faces. Once they had been saints and angels. Two hundred years standing in London had turned them into cripples.

Look. Survey. Inspect. My hair is ruined! I look like a pan of bacon and eggs!

Oh roses for the flush of youth, And laurel for the perfect prime; But pluck an ivy branch for me Grown old before my time.

I'm surprised I still have so much hair after all the things I've done with it.

Living in London, the water is really harsh, and my hair got so bad as soon as I moved there. But you can't really avoid that.

What makes me feel old is having no hair on the top of my head.

I would rather be old for a shorter time than be old before my time.

I keep quite busy, walk 5 miles a day, and have an excellent hairdresser who keeps the gray out of my red hair.

I love my hair. But I don't even remember my original color because I started bleaching it so young. I was, like, 11.

What an unreliable thing is time--when I want it to fly, the hours stick to me like glue. And what a changeable thing, too. Time is the twine to tie our lives into parcels of years and months. Or a rubber band stretched to suit our fancy. Time can be the pretty ribbon in a little girl's hair. Or the lines in your face, stealing your youthful colour and your hair. .... But in the end, time is a noose around the neck, strangling slowly.

I have little hair because my brain is so big it pushes the hair out.

Going gray is like ejaculating: you know it can happen prematurely, but when it does it comes as a total shock.