Pastoral Resources

For days after death hair and fingernails continue to grow, but phone calls taper off.

I'm not dead and I don't have blue hair but some people say there are similarities. It is usually intolerable to watch myself onscreen but this time it's fine. I think it's beautiful and a real work of art.

One of my favorite episodes was the one in which Homer grew hair. That was a very unique episode, since there was a gay secretary, but that wasn't even the issue of the show-the issue was Homer's image changing because he had hair.

If Edwards gained 60 pounds and lost all his hair, he'd look like Dick Cheney!

We're teaching our kids that attributes as vague and relatively meaningless as a toothy smile or a fine head of hair make a fine statement about a person.

When a woman isn't beautiful, people always say, 'You have lovely eyes, you have lovely hair.'

We didn't gel with Poison and the Bon Jovi. Bon Jovi was the best of the pop metal bands, but we never fit in with the hair metal stuff. We were never as hip as the Chili Peppers. We were in the middle.

I went to Brooklyn College and met this beautiful Jewish girl named Merle, with dark hair, exotic looking and brilliant. So we got married and had three children.

It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less by baldness.

Every president, if you watch what they look like when they come into office, you can see their hair turn white because it's such a hard job.

I'm undaunted in my quest to amuse myself by constantly changing my hair.

Beckham? His wife can't sing and his barber can't cut hair.

That Seaman is a handsome young man but he spends too much time looking in his mirror rather than at the ball. You can't keep goal with hair like that.

A wartime Minister of Information is compelled, in the national interest, to such continuous acts of duplicity that even his natural hair must grow to resemble a wig.

I've never wanted anybody to like me because I had long hair or short hair, or that they liked the way I dressed or they liked the way I dressed or they liked the way I smile.

Men don't get smarter when they grow older. They just lose their hair.

Feminists were psyched that I had armpit hair.

I had a really good time in New Orleans, although I had some very tragic times in Baton Rouge. Some guys beat me up and threw my horn away. 'Cause I had a beard, then, and long hair like the Beatles.

Aaron is not at all what his image might indicate. He's fiercly loyal and a true and total gentleman. He's very shy but has very strong opinions. He's into everything, wardrobe, hair, script, casting.

They kept me in short pants as long as they could, until they were shaving the hair on my legs because it was beginning to photograph.