Wig Quotes

1. "In a world of iPads and emails, nothing has really changed in the theatre. You still get in an hour early, do your wardrobe, put an old pair of tights under your wig, and you have, 'This is your call, Miss Jensen'. I got exhilarated by that."
Author: Ashley Jensen

2. "All i have to offer is this: i hold a valid driver's license and I know the way to the hospital. I can hang curtains, flip a mattress, load a dishwasher. I can deliver a pizza, lend a steadying arm, laugh at a morbid joke and compliment a bad wig and I know the metric system. I doubt that's gonna be enough."
Author: Brian Fies

3. "A sharp and familiar pang pierced his heart, rattled around his ribs, and then settled in his stomach like a rotting, dead weight. He took a swig of his Jack on the rocks, the burn not quite dulling the ache that had haunted him for two decades. God, he missed Anna. Enforcer's Redemption"
Author: Carrie Ann Ryan

4. "Als die Erde erschaffen wurde, da waren es die Katzen, die als die ersten Lebewesen das Paradies bevölkerten. Und als die Nacht gemalt worden war und die Sterne in grellen Blitzen geboren wurden da verfolgten die Katzen das Schauspiel, und das Licht, das sie sahen, brannte sich auf ewig in ihre Augen. Deshalb können die Katzen im Dunkeln sehen, und deshalb leuchten ihre Augen wie Edelsteine in der Schwärze der Nacht. Es ist das Licht der ersten Sterne, das noch immer in ihnen gefangen ist."
Author: Christoph Marzi

5. "Haven't had your fill of interesting events?""Never. They are the spice of life." She held up her half-finished hat. "How do you like it?""It's nice. The blue is pretty. But what do the runes say?""Raxacori-Oh, never mind. It wouldn't mean a thing to you anyway. Safe travels to you and Saphira, Eragon. And remember to watch out for earwigs and wild hamsters.  Ferocious things, wild hamsters.""
Author: Christopher Paolini

6. "Genetic Denim gods, if you're listening, please don't rip, and if you have to, maybe you could have an elf from your warehouse send me another pair... I'm a size 28 and its called 'The Twig' in a dark grayish wash... I will wear them until I die, unless those rips beat me to it."
Author: Dawn Olivieri

7. "Of course I can." He stuck out a rolled tongue and wiggled it, demonstrating, then pulled it back. "Everyone can do that, surely? Ian?""Oh, aye, of course." Ian obligingly demonstrated. "Anyone can.""I can't," said Brianna. Jamie stared at her, taken aback. "What d'ye mean ye can't?""Bleah." She stuck out a flat tongue and waggled it from side to side. "I can't.""Of course ye can." Jamie frowned. "Here, it's simple, lass—anyone can do it!" He stuck out his own tongue again, rolling and unrolling it like a paternal anteater, anxiously encouraging its offspring toward an appetizing mass of insects. He glanced at Roger, brows lifted."
Author: Diana Gabaldon

8. "Babe, I thought you meant another game." His brows wiggled."Do you have to turn everything into sex?""When you're involved? Yes."
Author: E.L. Montes

9. "I don't wear a wig. I'd feel terrible onstage with a wig. I hate to be so 'Actors Studio'-ish, but I like to feel it's me out there."
Author: Elaine Stritch

10. "Ich hatte immer Angst, nie wieder lieben zu können; jetzt habe ich Angst, auf ewig lieben zu müssen. Dabei habe ich sie noch nicht einmal geküsst."
Author: Frédéric Beigbeder

11. "We are poorplants buoyed up by the air-vessels of our own conceit: alas for us, ifwe get a few pinches that empty us of that windy self-subsistence! Thevery capacity for good would go out of us. For, tell the most impassionedorator, suddenly, that his wig is awry, or his shirt-lap hanging out, andthat he is tickling people by the oddity of his person, instead ofthrilling them by the energy of his periods, and you would infallibly dryup the spring of his eloquence. That is a deep and wide saying, that nomiracle can be wrought without faith--without the worker's faith inhimself, as well as the recipient's faith in him. And the greater part ofthe worker's faith in himself is made up of the faith that others believein him.m"
Author: George Eliot

12. "Out of the trunk, the branches grow; out of them, the twigs. So, in productive subjects, grow the chapters."
Author: Herman Melville

13. "Look heah, now, I've got the wuhks of all the old mastahs—the gweat ahchaeologists of the past. I wigh them against each othah—balance the disagweements—analyze the conflicting statements—decide which is pwobably cowwect—and come to a conclusion. That is the scientific method. At least"—patronizingly—"as I see it."
Author: Isaac Asimov

14. "I never swallowed before. The idea of it wigged me out, but not with him. Apparently, it was my inner porn star."
Author: J. Lynn

15. "Of course the Neverlands vary a good deal. John's, for instance, had a lagoon with flamingos flying over it at which John was shooting, while Michael, who was very small, had a flamingo with lagoons flying over it. John lived in a boat turned upside down on the sands, Michael in a wigwam, Wendy in a house of leaves deftly sewn together. John had no friends, Michael had friends at night, Wendy had a pet wolf forsaken by its parents..."
Author: J.M. Barrie

16. "I clinked my bottle against his. "To being the only girl a guy with no standards doesn't want to sleep with." I said, taking a swig. "Are you serious?" he asked, pulling the bottle from my mouth. When I didn't recant, he leaned toward me. "First of all…I have standards. I've never been with an ugly woman. Ever. Second of all, I wanted to sleep with you. I thought about throwing you over my couch fifty different ways, but I haven't because I don't see you that way anymore. It's not that I'm not attracted to you, I just think you're better than that." I couldn't hold back the smug smile that crept across my face. "You think I'm too good for you." He sneered at my second insult. "I can't think of a single guy I know that's good enough for you."
Author: Jamie McGuire

17. "Little CinderGirl, they can't understand you.You rise from the as-heap in a blazeand only then do they recognize you as their one true love.While you pray beneath your mother's tree you carrve a phoenix into your palmwth aa hazel twig and coal;every night she devours more of you.You used to believe in angels.Now you believe in the makeover;if you can't get the grime off your faceand your foot into a size six heelwho will ever bother to notice you?The kettle and the broom sear in your grasp,snap into fragments. The turtledoves sing,"There's blood within the shoe."You deserve the palace, you think, as you signalthe pigeons to attack, approve the barrel filled with red-hot nails.Its great hearth beckons, and the prince's flagrises crimson in the angry sun.He will love you for the heat you generate,for the flames you ignite around you,though he encase your tiny feet in glassto keep them from scorching the ground."
Author: Jeannine Hall Gailey

18. "This here is your inheritance, says the senior partner. Yes, he says, Ludwig, I know, and stows the plan for the bathing house (5.5m long, 3.8m wide, outer wall construction: wood, roof construction: thatch), stows both the plan and the mosquito in his briefcase. On a German shelf, this mosquito, pressed flat between large quantities of paper, will outlast time and times, and one day it might even be petrified, who knows."
Author: Jenny Erpenbeck

19. "The Mayor of Murslaugh was a jolly, ebullient man of the sort who, in a well-ordered world, would be called Fezziwig. That his name was Brown was a powerful indictment on the sorry state of things."
Author: Jonathan L. Howard

20. "Who taught you to shoot?" he asked when she was standing beside him."Our coachman.""Better the coachman than your brother," Ian mocked, handing her the loaded gun. "The target's that bare twig over there—the one with the leaf hanging off the middle of it."Elizabeth flinched at his sarcastic reference to his duel with Robert. "I'm truly sorry about that duel," she said, then she concentrated all her attention for the moment on the small twig.Propping his shoulder against the tree trunk, Ian watched with amusement as she grasped the heavy gun in both her hands and raised it, biting her lip in concentration. "Your brother was a very poor shot," he remarked.She fired, nicking the leaf at its stem."I'm not," she said with a jaunty sidewise smile. And then, because the duel was finally out in the open and he seemed to want to joke about it, she tried to follow suit: "If I'd been there, I daresay I would have—"His brows lifted. "Waited for the call to fire, I hope?"
Author: Judith McNaught

21. "Escort service," Puck replied, shifting to the side so that Twiggs could get a clear viewof me. Those beady eyes fixed on me, blinking in confusion. Then, suddenly, they gothuge and round, as Twiggs looked back at Puck."Is…is that…?""It is.""Does she…?""No.""Oh, my." Twiggs opened the door wide, beckoning with a sticklike arm."
Author: Julie Kagawa

22. "He loved me, but I also think he was infatuated with somebody in me I wasn't so crazy about. If Nate was the one who saw Kate Pierson underneath my grubby disaffect when we met, David tried to strip away all of Kate's lovely lashes and wigs and iridescent outfits to reveal what he was confident was the mousy, wide-eyed ragamuffin little girl that he wanted to love me as, and who he wanted me to be."
Author: Julie Klausner

23. "Schönheit ist Ewigkeit, die sich in einem Spiegel anschaut. - Aber ihr seid die Ewigkeit, und ihr seid der Spiegel."
Author: Kahlil Gibran

24. "I grabbed Aunt Prue's tiny hand, her fingers as small as bare twigs in winter. I closed my eyes and took her other hand, twisting my strong fingers together with her frail ones. I rested my forehead against our hands and closed my eyes. I imagined lifting my head up and seeing her smiling, the tape and tubes gone. I wondered if wishing was the same thing as praying. If hoping for something badly enough could make it happen."
Author: Kami Garcia

25. "In the morning I'm like a snake in the spring: I need to lie out on a warm rock and let the sun sink into me before I can start wiggling around and get on with the day."
Author: Katherine Hannigan

26. "Please, don't do this," he whispered. His familiar words hit me and I wiggled out of his hold. "I seem to remember saying, actually yelling, begging, pleading, those exact words to you a month ago. Let me respond the same way you did…" I saw him flinch right before I turned and walked out the door."
Author: Kimberly Lauren

27. "The Sun in London ran a front page declaring my bum a national treasure. I really did laugh at that. Its not like it can actually do anything, except wiggle."
Author: Kylie Minogue

28. "Without making a conscious decision to do so, Drew grabbed a fistful of her ridiculous blond wig and tugged.Some of her hair came with it and he felt a moment of satisfaction when she howled. Bianca's real hair was a matted mess against her head. He looked at the wig in his hand and moved his gaze to the water fountain.Bianca's eyes widened. "Don't do it. Don't you dare." "Don't do what? Don't do this?" He dangled the wig above the fountain.She raised her hands and crept toward him. "Just give it back, Drew, and we'll be even. Okay?""Aaawww, is Bianca getting worried? Poor baby.""Come on.""Say you're sorry." He shook it up and down."What? No way."With a shrug, he tossed the wig into the water fountain."
Author: Lindy Zart

29. "I know you're frustrated, Sam, but the reality is you're in a world now where the majority of the people you run into will be able to snap you like a twig.""My world was like that before."
Author: Lish McBride

30. "Bekka treated her role has Frankenstein's bride more like an audition to be Brett's bride. Every part of her body had been colored bright kelly green - even parts that her mother had stressed were 'not to be seen by anyone except God and the inside of a toilet bowl.' Instead of wearing a wig, Bekka had teased and then shellacked her own hair into a windblown cone and she'd used female-mustache bleach to create white streaks. Her seams, made of real suture thread, had been attached to her neck and wrists with clear double-sided costume tape because drawing them on with kohl would not have been 'honoring the character.' Her Costume Castle dress had been exchanged for something 'more authentic' from the Bridal Barn. If Brett didn't see his future in her heavily black-shadowed eyes tonight, he never would. Or so she believed."
Author: Lisi Harrison

31. "With classrooms like this one, people will call what is happening a behavioral issue," Hamre said. We were watching one of Stella's kids wiggling and squirming and contorting her face and altogether doing whatever she could to avoid her teacher. "But one of the things we find is that this sort of thing is more often an engagement problem than a behavioral problem. If the teacher is actually doing something interesting, these kids are quite capable of being engaged."
Author: Malcolm Gladwell

32. "It was awful to be Negro and have no control over my life. It was brutal to be young and already trained to sit quietly and listen to charges brought against my color with no chance of defense. We should all be dead. I thought I should like to see us all dead, one on top of the other. A pyramid of flesh with the whitefolks on the bottom, as the broad base, then the Indians with their silly tomahawks and teepees and wigwams and treaties, the Negroes with their mops and recipes and cotton sacks and spirituals sticking out of their mouths. The Dutch children should all stumble in their wooden shoes and break their necks. The French should choke to death on the Louisiana Purchase (1803) while silkworms ate all the Chinese with their stupid pigtails. As a species, we were an abomination. All of us."
Author: Maya Angelou

33. "If the heart of Africa remained elusive, my search for it had brought me closer to understanding myself and other human beings. The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned. It impels mighty ambitions and dangerous capers. We amass great fortunes at the cost of our souls, or risk our lives in drug dens from London's Soho, to San Francisco's Haight-Ashbury. We shout in Baptist churches, wear yarmulkes and wigs and argue even the tiniest points in the Torah, or worship the sun and refuse to kill cows for the starving. Hoping that by doing these things, home will find us acceptable or failing that, that we will forget our awful yearning for it."
Author: Maya Angelou

34. "Look Samuel!" She points to the couple—I noticing a twig sticking out of her hair. "Mannequins."
Author: Nathan Reese Maher

35. "Birds are the last of the dinosaurs. Tiny velociraptors with wings. Devouring defenseless wiggly things and, and nuts, and fish, and, and other birds. They get the early worms. And have you ever watched a chicken eat? They may look innocent, but birds are, well, they're vicious."
Author: Neil Gaiman

36. "I can rap in a London accent, make weird faces, wear spandex, wigs, and black lipstick. I can be more creative than the average male rapper."
Author: Nicki Minaj

37. "Who else but a pacifist would attack somebody as little as Wiggin?"
Author: Orson Scott Card

38. "Ender Wiggin isn't a killer. He just wins—thoroughly. If anybody's going to be scared, let it be the buggers." "Makes you almost feel sorry for them, knowing Ender's going to be coming after them."
Author: Orson Scott Card

39. "Be proud, Bonito, pretty boy. You can go home and tell your father, Yes, I beat up Ender Wiggin, who was barely ten years old, and I was thirteen. And I had only six of my friends to help me, and somehow we managed to defeat him, even though he was naked and wet and alone--Ender Wiggin is so dangerous and terrifying it was all we could do not to bring two hundred."
Author: Orson Scott Card

40. "A cowboy, a lawyer, and a mechanic watched Queen of the Damned," I murmured. Warren—who had once, a long time ago, been a cowboy—snickered and wiggled his bare feet. "It could be the beginning of either a bad joke or a horror story." "No," said Kyle, the lawyer, whose head was propped up on my thigh. "If you want a horror story, you have to start out with a werewolf, his gorgeous lover, and a walker."
Author: Patricia Briggs

41. "How could the wind be so strong, so far inland, that cyclistscoming into the town in the late afternoon looked more likesailors in peril? This was on the way into Cambridge, up MillRoad past the cemetery and the workhouse. On the openground to the left the willow-trees had been blown, drivenand cracked until their branches gave way and lay about thedrenched grass, jerking convulsively and trailing cataracts oftwigs. The cows had gone mad, tossing up the silvery weepingleaves which were suddenly, quite contrary to all their exper-ience, everywhere within reach. Their horns were festoonedwith willow boughs. Not being able to see properly, theytripped and fell. Two or three of them were wallowing ontheir backs, idiotically, exhibiting vast pale bellies intended bynature to be always hidden. They were still munching. A sceneof disorder, tree-tops on the earth, legs in the air, in a universitycity devoted to logic and reason."
Author: Penelope Fitzgerald

42. "In his article, Bogen concluded: "I believe [with Wigan] that each of us has two minds in one person. There is a host of detail to be marshaled in this case. But we must eventually confront directly the principal resistance to the Wigan view: that is, the subjective feeling possessed by each of us that we are One. This inner conviction of Oneness is a most cherished opinion of Western Man. . . ."
Author: Philip K. Dick

43. "Doom. Doom. You sound like a funeral bell tolling,' said Grandfather. 'Talk like that is worse than swearing. I won't wash out your mouth with soap, however. A thimbleful of dandelion wine is indicated. Here, now, swig it down What's it taste like?''I'm a fire-eater! Whoosh!''Now upstairs, run three times around the block, do five somersets, six pushups, climb two trees, and you'll be concertmaster instead of chief mourner. Get!'On his way, running, Douglas thought, 'Four pushups, one tree and two somersets will do it"
Author: Ray Bradbury

44. "Socrates held up his hands, wiggling his fingers. "God gave me these hands to change the world, one child at a time."
Author: Red Phoenix

45. "I am all for trying out various kinds of hair styles. I have even worn a wig earlier in a film where I essayed the part of a woman."
Author: Riteish Deshmukh

46. "Dave was great in Van Halen. No question about it. He was one of the best at being Mr. Rock Star. But it's sickening to see a guy still trying to be that with a wig on 20 years later."
Author: Sammy Hagar

47. "Homo sapiens [are] a tiny twig on an improbable branch of a contingent limb on a fortunate tree."
Author: Stephen Jay Gould

48. "This explains so much," she said, clucking her tongue in mother-hen fashion. "You're compensating for this withered appendage."Withered appendage? What the devil was she talking about? He shook his head, trying to clear it. Colin's dire predictions of shriveled twigs and dried currants rattled in his skull. Wide awake now, he fought to sit up, wrestling the sheets."Listen, you. I don't know what sort of liberties you've taken while I was insensible, or just what your spinster imagination prepared you to see. But I'll have you know, that water was damned cold."She blinked at him. "I'm referring to your leg.""Oh." His leg. That withered appendage"
Author: Tessa Dare

49. "She knew how to hit to a hair's breadth that moment of evening when the light and the darkness are so evenly balanced that the constraint of day and the suspense of night neutralize each other, leaving absolute mental liberty...At times her whimsical fancy would intensify natural processes around her till they seemed a part of her own story. Rather they became a part of it; for the world is only a psychological phenomenon, and what they seemed, they were. The midnight airs and gusts, moaning amongst the tightly wrapped buds and bark of the winter twigs, were formulae of bitter reproach. A wet day was the expression of irremediable grief at her weakness in the mind of some vague ethical being whom she could not class definitely as the God of her childhood, and could not comprehend as any other."
Author: Thomas Hardy

50. "I adjusted my skirt again and looked down to evaluate the decency of its length. It's fine, Anna. At least my legs had a little muscle these days, instead of looking like a pair of toothpicks. Although I'd been pegged with nicknames like "Twiggy" and "Sticks" growing up, I didn't obsess about my figure, or lack of one. Padded bras were a helpful invention, and I was satisfied with the two small indentations in my sides that passed for a waist. Running had become my new pastime five weeks ago, after I'd read how my body is the "temple of my soul."Healthy temple: check."
Author: Wendy Higgins

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