Blond

"This hair was resplendently opaque, soft as fur, longer than a bird’s wing, supple, uncountable, full of life and warmth. It covered half her back, flowed under her naked belly, glittered under her knees in thick, curling clusters. The young woman was enwrapped in this precious fleece. It glinted with a russet sheen, almost metallic, and had procured her the name of Chrysis, given her by the courtesans of Alexandria. It was not the sleek hair of the court-woman from Syria, or the dyed hair of the Asiatics, or the black and brown hair of the daughters of Egypt. It was the hair of an Aryan race, the Galilæans across the sands."

"It was a blonde. A blonde to make a bishop kick a hole in a stained-glass window."

"His gaze went again to her unruly locks, which at first glance he had thought to be red. Now he saw that they were neither red nor yellow but a glorious compound of both colors. He gazed spell-bound. Her hair was like elfin-gold; the sun struck it so dazzlingly that he could scarcely bear to look upon it."

"Brownish color and black eyes are more closely related to the sublime, blue eyes and blond color to the beautiful."

"Black people would in private say that Nicole was ‘white trash,’ using her blond hair, her big breasts, her teenage pussy to woo a famous, rich, middle-aged black man away from the black woman who had sustained and nurtured him through the toughest years of his life."

"All people see when they look at me is blonde hair and big boobs."

"Madonna is the only modern celebrity who is truly a style icon. Who else has the audacity to dress like her these days? She really influenced how I wanted to look when I was growing up, and made me realize that I didn’t have to look like a blond beach bunny or a Playboy model."

"It has been theorised that the blonde hair and blue eyes seen in Caucasians are recent adaptations, dating from approximately 11,000 years ago. The traits are thought to have evolved among northern European tribes at the end of the last ice age. Although both natural and sexual selection have played a part in the evolution of the blue-eyed blonde, sexual selection was probably the primary force."

"Yes, I'm blonde. When I started as an actor, because of my accent and my body and my personality, it was not what the stereotype of the Latina woman in Hollywood is, so they didn't know where to put me. The blond hair wasn't matching. The moment I put my hair dark, it was better for my work."

"For generations in this country, beauty was traditionally represented by three very distinct ideals in virtually all media: blond hair, blue eyes and fair skin... My cover shattered that notion forever... Women of color could boldly say to the world, 'Hey, look at me! I’m here and I have value and I am beautiful.'"

"As a little girl, I was quite self-conscious about my Asian features. A few kids made fun of the shape of my eyes. All the Barbies had blond hair and blue eyes, and I remember wishing I didn’t look the way I did – I was the only girl of colour in the area. But now I’ve got older, I’ve realised what makes you different is your strength."

"Further, the consideration as to the complexion is very decided. Blondes prefer dark persons, or brunettes ; but the latter seldom prefer the former. The reason is, that fair hair and blue eyes are in themselves a variation from the type, almost an abnormity, analogous to white mice, or at least to grey horses. In no part of the world, not even in the vicinity of the pole, are they indigenous, except in Europe, and are clearly of Scandinavian origin."

"Of great Demeter here begins my lay, / The bright-haired goddess; ..."

"Pretty Bombŷca, in you the world may see ‘an Arab, lean and swarthy’—you’re ‘honey-blonde’ to me."

"Fair Pyrrha, say, for whom Your yellow hair you braid, So trim, so simple!"

"Her amber tresses were the sight That wrappèd me in vain delight;"

"Nor is the wide world ignorant of her worth, For the four winds blow in from every coast Renownèd suitors, and her sunny locks Hang on her temples like a golden fleece; Which makes her seat of Belmont Colchos' strand, And many Jasons come in quest of her."

"... Here in her hairs The painter plays the spider; and hath woven A golden mesh to entrap the hearts of men, Faster than gnats in cobwebs:"

"My Lady’s hair is threads of beaten gold."

"In twisted braids of Lillies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair,"

"Thou fair-hair’d angel of the evening,"

"Her Forehead is of Amplest Blonde —"

"Bright over Europe fell her golden hair."

"For dark my mother was in eyes and hair, And dark in hair and eyes am I; and dark Was Gorlois, yea and dark was Uther too, Wellnigh to blackness; but this King is fair Beyond the race of Britons and of men."

"O heaven-blue eyes, blonde tresses where the breeze Plays over sunburned cheeks in sea-blown air!"

"Beware of her fair hair, for she excels All women in the magic of her locks, And when she twines them round a young man’s neck She will not ever set him free again."

"And round his heart one strangling golden hair."