The person who doesn't scatter the morning dew will not comb gray hairs.
Experience is like a comb that life gives you when you are bald.
I' faith, sir, you shall never need to fear;
Iwis it is not halfway to her heart;
But if it were, doubt not her care should be
To comb your noddle with a three-legg'd stool,
And paint your face, and use you like a fool.
Over the last two years, I have been able to comb through The Prince's archives. I have been free to read his journals, diaries and many thousands of the letters.
What made us dream that he could comb gray hair.
When we were little girls sitting between those knees that served like locks, when they came with that brush or comb, you got ready because they would inevitably get to the kitchen, the nape of the neck . . .
Growing up, I was the plain one. I had no style. I was the tough kid with the comb in the back pocket and the feathered hair.
Experience A comb life gives you after you lose your hair.
I used to comb my hair back and do stupid stuff.
But, I understand that Black Comb and Whistler are supposed to be great for snowboarding. So I am looking forward to going there someday soon.
You scour the Bowery, ransack the Bronx, Through funeral parlors and honky-tonks. From river to river you comb the town; For a place to lay your family down.
The Falklands thing was a fight between two bald men over a comb.
I really don't care about the response to my hair... this is just how my hair is. I don't take care of it, or comb it, or put anything in it, or style it or anything. When people comment on it, it is funny to me that it draws such attention. It makes me realize how insignificant that sort of thing is.
I look like a mailman, like the average Joe. I roll up my shorts, I comb my hair funny. I pull my socks over my ankle brace. And that's all an advantage for me. I can feel it before the game. I can see the way guys look at me on the court. I may not look pretty but I get the job done.