Rockin Hair Quotes & Sayings

Even death is a power, a capacity. It is not a simple event that will happen to me, an objective and observable fact; here my power to be will cease, here I will no longer be able to be here. But death, insofar as it belongs to me and belongs to me alone, since no one can die my death in my stead or in my place, makes of this non-possibility, this impending future of mine, this relation to myself always open until my end, yet another power. Dying, I can still die, this is our sign as man. — Maurice Blanchot

closed my door as he strode down the hall and banged my head back against it. So much for not falling for him — R.J. Prescott

First we crawl. Later we crawl on broken glass. — Scott Meyers

Don't tell me what I won't do Serena, because when it comes to you, I seem to be breaking all of my own rules — Beckie Stevenson

I always wanted, and still aspire, to be something more than just one thing, just one performance. — Kevin Bacon

My first professional relationship, I danced with the Parsons Dance Company, and David Parsons, my former boss, allowed me to choreograph on the company. — Robert Battle

Natural Hair is an Exquisite Crown. It's a wonder and fascination to many. But to the confident Black girl or Black woman who's rockin' it, they know what they've been born and blessed with. A head full of unique, healthy beauty. NATURAL BEAUTY. — Stephanie Lahart

There's a guy here with a third of a dead giraffe in the back of his truck and it looks pretty messed up, so I thought of you." I considered responding with "Who is this?" but it was perfectly obvious who it was and I wasn't sure if I should be insulted or perhaps flattered that my dad knew me so well. — Jenny Lawson

Programmers work in bursts of productivity. Then, they let the brain rest and get back into it. A lot about the office world is not a great fit for me. — Marco Arment

I dream that one day I would be a published writer and people would read my books - if not, I would be living in the mountains in a small hut, near a pond where swans swim, writing a diary for myself. — Srinidhi.R