Rainbow Hair Quotes & Sayings

I don't know how to say good-bye to you," she said. He smoothed her hair off her face. He'd never seen her so fair. "Then don't." "But I have to go. ... " "So go," he said with his hands on her cheeks. "But don't say good-bye. It's not good-bye. — Rainbow Rowell

We liked our grandparents. We liked our uncle and our aunt. They had known our dad and our brother Ben. They had some of the same memories we did. Sometimes they even brought things up, like, "Remember when your dad went out in the kayak at Aspen Lake and he flipped over and we had to save him in our paddleboat?" and we would all start laughing because we had the same picture in our minds, my dad with his sunglasses dangling from one ear and his hair all wet. And they knew that Ben's favorite kind of ice cream wasn't ice cream at all, it was rainbow sherbet, and he always ate green first, and so when I saw it in my grandma's freezer once and I started crying they didn't even ask why and I think I saw my uncle Nick, my mom's brother, crying too. — Ally Condie

Levi was a black-and-white photograph in the dark. All pale skin, gray eyes, streaky hair ... — Rainbow Rowell

As soon as the door closed, Levi popped his eyes again. Bluely. "That's your twin sister?"
"Identical," Reagan said, like she had a mouth full of hair.
Cath nodded and sat down at her desk.
"Wow." Levi scooted down the bed so he was sitting across from her.
"I'm not sure what you're getting at," Cath said, "but I think it's offensive."
"How can the fact that your identical twin sister is super hot be offensive to you?"
"Because," Cath said, still too encouraged by Wren and, weirdly, by Abel, and maybe even by Nick to let this get to her right now. "It makes me feel like the Ugly One."
"You're not the ugly one." Levi grinned. "You're just the Clark Kent."
Cath started checking her e-mail.
"Hey, Cath," Levi said, kicking her chair. She could hear the teasing in his voice. "Will you warn me when you take off your glasses? — Rainbow Rowell

I carried with me into the West End Bar, the White Horse Tavern, a long list of things I would never do: I would never have my hair set in a beauty parlor. I would never move to a suburb and bake cakes or make casseroles. I would never go to a country club dance, although I did like the paper lanterns casting rainbow colors on the terrace. I would never invest in the stock market. I would never play canasta. I would never wear pearls. I would love like a nursling but I would never go near a man who had a portfolio or a set of golf clubs or a business or even a business suit. I would only love a wild thing. I didn't care if wild things tended to break hearts. I didn't care if they substituted scotch for breakfast cereal. I understood that wild things wrote suicide notes to the gods and were apt to show up three hours later than promised. I understood that art was long and life was short. — Anne Roiphe

Tall. Black hair swept back from his forehead. Lips curled up in a sneer... I know that face as well as my own. — Rainbow Rowell

I wind my fingers in his hair. It's thicker than mine, and curlier, and it shines golden in the firelight. There's a mole on his cheek that I've wanted to kiss since I was 12. I do. — Rainbow Rowell

Levi moved his arms around her waist until he was holding her properly. Then he pushed his mouth into her hair. Read to me, sweetheart. — Rainbow Rowell

TINY (singing): I was born this way Big-boned and happily gay I was born this way. Right here in the U.S. of A It's pointless to wonder why I ended up so G-A-Y From the very first day The rainbow's come my way I've got brown hair, big hips, blue blue eyes. And one day I'm gonna make out with guys, guys, guys! — John Green

I'm not worried about you," Seth said. "Someday your prince will come."
"And you'll do your best to scare him off."
"I'm glad that we both understand the terms." He pulled her hair. — Rainbow Rowell

The girl at Great Cuts asked him what style he wanted, and he told her that he wanted hair like Morrissey. — Rainbow Rowell

I had seen him on campus before. He was always wearing this yellow sweatshirt and giant headphones. The kind of headphones that say, "I may not take my clothes seriously. I may not have brushed or even washed my hair today. But I pronounce the word 'music' with a capital 'M. — Rainbow Rowell

Why do the X-Men need another girl telepath?" she asked. "This one has purple hair." "It's all so sexist." Park's eyes got wide. Well, sort of wide. Sometimes she wondered if the shape of his eyes affected how he saw things. That was probably the most racist question of all time. "The X-Men aren't sexist," he said, shaking his head. "They're a metaphor for acceptance; they've sworn to protect a world that hates and fears them." "Yeah," she said, "but - " "There's no but," he said, laughing. "But," Eleanor insisted, "the girls are all so stereotypically girly and passive. Half of them just think really hard. Like that's their superpower, thinking. And Shadowcat's power is even worse - she disappears. — Rainbow Rowell

I've always believed in a rainbow diet. As many colors and foods as you can eat, the better, because if you focus on one food, there's bound to be a report that comes out that says, 'Broccoli actually ... ' So I mix it up a lot. And I take vitamins, like Biosil, which I take for my hair, skin, and nails. — Christie Brinkley

Eleanor's hair caught fire at dawn. Her eyes were dark and shining, and his arms were sure of her.
The first time he touched her hand, he'd known. — Rainbow Rowell

God, the three of you.
When I wake up on Saturday mornings
late you always let me sleep in
I come looking for you, and you're in the backyard with dirt on your knees and two little girls spinning around you in perfect orbit. And you put their hair in pigtails, and you let them wear whatever madness they want, and Alice planted a fruit cocktail tree, and Noomi ate a butterfly, and they look like me because they're round and golden, but the glow for you.
And you built us a picnic table.
And you learned to bake bread.
And you've painted a mural on ever west-facing wall.
And it isn't all bad, I promise. I swear to you.
You might not be actively, thoughtfully happy 70 to 80 percent of the time, but maybe you wouldn't be anyway. And even when you're sad, Neal
even when you're falling asleep at the other side of the bed
I think you're happy, too. About some things. About a few things. — Rainbow Rowell

For the record," Snow grumbled. "I don't want to spend any more time with you either."
Stupid boy ... Baz sighed to himself, taking in Snow's tense shoulders, the flush of anger in his neck, and the thick fall of bronze hair partially trapped in his goggles ... What do you know about want? — Rainbow Rowell

I think I'm losing control all over again. This is because I've registered two things above and beyond his hypnotic green eyes and rock star hot voice.
1. His perfectly square chin has one of those little divots dead center.
2. He's taller, and wider across the shoulders than I'd thought.
My heart ramps into some sort of a private hailstorm.
My list won't stop.
3. His hair is still shower damp. It's made up of little inky-black curls - an amazing amount of them.
4. The dumb eyes aren't simply green. They're like an exploded rainbow of greens and gold and browns. On closer inspection, he's ... he's simply overall amazing and ... I'll just say it again:
HOLY. HOLY. WOW. — Anne Eliot

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. — James Whitcomb Riley

Ll dark hair and blue smudges in the moonlight. — Rainbow Rowell

Too long and too loose, running his fingers through his hair. (Dude. We get it. Extreme widow's peak.) — Rainbow Rowell

The girl jumped into his arms, and he swung her in an ecstatic, lop-sided circle. The joy of it hit Georgie like a shock wave. The boy's duffel bag fell to the ground. His face disappeared in the girl's long, wavy dark hair. — Rainbow Rowell

When I wake up on Sunday Mornings - late, you always let me sleep in - I come looking for you, and you're in the backyard with dirt on your knees and two little girls spinning around you in perfect orbit. And you put their hair in pigtails and you let them wear whatever madness they want, and Alice planted a fruit cocktail tree and Noomi ate a butterfly, and they look like me because they're round and golden, but they glow for you. — Rainbow Rowell

In '87, I was about 9 years old, and so at that point I was wearing, like, fluorescent green T-shirts and acid-wash jeans and leg warmers, and my hair was in a ponytail with a scrunchie and I had the teased bangs that were up in a rainbow shape. It was crazy. — Malin Akerman

The missing girl - there had been unceasing news reports, always flashing to that achingly ordinary school portrait of the vanished teen, you know the one, with the rainbow-swirl background, the girl's hair too straight, her smile too self-conscious, then a quick cut to the worried parents on the front lawn, microphones surrounding them, Mom silently tearful, Dad reading a statement with quivering lip - that girl, that missing girl had just walked past Edna Skylar. — Harlan Coben

After every rainfall there's a rainbow because rainbows are a promise. A promise that there will always be a light in the darkness. That's why they are too beautiful to overlook.' His hand crept along my cheek, brushing away the fallen strands of my hair. The same strange look came over him, as if he wasn't present at all, but somewhere else, in a strange memory. "You, Norah, are our light."
I swallowed hard. "Where's the darkness?"
His eyes were trained, like he was under a spell, unable to move away or stop looking at me. "Where you aren't. — Angela Parkhurst

It means ... I really like you.' His hand was in his hair again. Holding it back. 'Like, really like you. And I want that kiss to be the start of something. Not the end. — Rainbow Rowell

Are you getting peanut butter in my hair?" "It's preventative. When I get gum in your hair later, it won't stick. — Rainbow Rowell

At least Georgie was probably going to be one of those cool single women, one with an interesting job and a dashing best friend and good hair. She could probably have halfway decent one-night stands if she loosened up her standards. — Rainbow Rowell

Well, all these white guys are just fantasy-yous." Seth abused his hair some more. "Fantasy-me would never show up on this show. Fantasy-me was already on Gossip Girl. — Rainbow Rowell

When I first saw you, you were like ... ' He shakes his head, tugs gently on my hair. 'A rainbow. I always knew you came with a storm. — Emma Trevayne

You're absolutely insane, you know that, right?"
"Insanely smart." Jenna giggled as she absentmindedly worked some of her rainbow hair into a curl with her fingertips. — D.T. Dyllin

I may not take my clothes seriously. I may not have brushed or even washed my hair today. But I pronounce the word 'music' with a capital 'M.' Like God. — Rainbow Rowell

Her hair rustled, brushing her shoulders. There are many days when all the awful things that happen make you sick at heart, when the path before you is so steep you can't bear to look. Not even love can rescue a person from that. Still, enveloped in the twilight coming from the west, there she was, watering the plants with her slender, graceful hands, in the midst of a light so sweet it seemed to form a rainbow in the transparent water she poured.
"I think I understand."
"I love your honest heart, Mikage. The grandmother who raised you must have been a wonderful person."
I smiled. "She was."
"You've been lucky," said Eriko. She laughed, her back to me. — Banana Yoshimoto

Levi was thin and weedy, and his hair
well, his hair
but everything about him made Cath feel loose and immoral. — Rainbow Rowell

The girl looked older than Cath. Even with her eyes closed. Levi's other hand was tangled in her long, blond hair, and he was kissing her with his mouth smiling and open. He made it look so easy. — Rainbow Rowell

Beth's fingers trembled in his hair, and her forehead dropped against his. A heavy, wet tear fell onto Lincoln's lips, and he licked it. He pulled her close, as close as he could. Like he didn't care for the moment whether she could breathe. Like there were two of them and only one parachute. — Rainbow Rowell

If you don't want people to look at you, Park had thought at the time, don't wear fishing lures in your hair. Her jewelry box must look like a junk drawer. — Rainbow Rowell

He took the necklace out of the box and carefully fastened it around her neck. Just like he'd imagined himself doing when he bought it. That might even be why he bought it - so he'd have this moment, under her hair. He ran his fingertips along the chain and settled the pendant on her throat. — Rainbow Rowell

Levi's kisses were all taking.Like he was drawing something out of her with soft little jabs of his chin.
She brought her fingers up to his hair, and she couldn't open her eyes. — Rainbow Rowell

Don't expect me to tell you apart," Reagan said when this became a routine.
"I have short hair," Wren said. "and she wears glasses."
"Stop," Reagan groaned, "don't make me look at you. It's like The Shining in here. — Rainbow Rowell

Her hair smelled like poisonous cupcakes. — Rainbow Rowell

Are the computers going to fail? one of the artists asked him, licking ketchup off her thumb. She asked it like she was hoping he'd say yes. Lincoln couldn't remember her name, but she had all-over-the-place hair and big brown eyes. He didn't like thinking about her with an X-Acto knife. — Rainbow Rowell

I like her. Not the body she comes in.
"Are you indecisive?" I wonder. "It looks like you have the rainbow in there."
"Precisely." She smiles, licking the chocolate off her fingers. "Unicorns love rainbows. I love unicorns. Therefore thy hair must be a rainbow. — Krista Ritchie

In our world, I rank music somewhere between hair ribbons and rainbows in terms of usefulness. — Suzanne Collins

He already knows what I look like," Cath said. "There's no point in being tricky about it now."
"How is doing your hair
and maybe putting on some lip gloss
being tricky?"
"It's like I'm trying to distract him with something shiny. — Rainbow Rowell

Respect our strength." "I do." His hair fell in his eyes, and he tried to blow it away. "Being chivalrous is respectful. Women have been oppressed and persecuted since the beginning of time. If I can make their lives easier with my superior upper-body strength, I'm going to. At every opportunity." "Superior." "Yes. Superior. Do you want to arm wrestle? — Rainbow Rowell

He cried into her hair until he fell asleep. — Rainbow Rowell