Christina Rossetti Quotes

One sees great things from the valley; only small things from the peak.

A lot of people have said that I'm trying to be like Justin Bieber by wearing a hat all the time. But the truth is, I don't like the way my hair looks. It's kind of weird, so I wear a hat all the time to cover it. I've been doing it since I was thirteen.

Mary and I look eerily similar but other than that, the differences are pretty much night and day.

She had in mind a different kind of looking person, because his appearance is not at all like mine.

My husband says I look like a Q-tip.

John certainly gives it a good hit, doesn't he? My Sunday best is a Wednesday afternoon compared to him.

He looks much more like a lobster than most lobsters do.

I think the trick is, how do you spend time doing it but make it look like you haven't spent time doing it? Over the years you look at women like Lauren Hutton and everyone says: 'She just pulled her hair back and ran out of the door.' I've been in fittings with Lauren and she definitely thinks about it. She just knows how to make it look easy.

Maybe's he's just jealous I have hair.

But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.

Your hair is much too long, Ronald, for a moment I thought you were Ginevra.

Well, you could almost say, I suppose, that the scientist seeks what is similar between any two days, or bluebirds, or glaciers. And the poet seeks what is different. The artist seeks to celebrate the unique.

I had seen the great, but I had not seen the small.

He looked rather pleasantly, like a blonde satan.

Our shadows are taller than ourselves.

It’s hard to look at Barron now, but I do. He’s smirking. His black hair and black suit make him into a shadow, as if I conjured some dark mirror of myself.

We Americans are trained to think big, talk big, act big, love big, admire bigness but then the essential mystery is in the small.

Hey, our hair's the same color," I said, eying us side by side in the mirror. "Sure is, girlfriend." Eric grinned at me.

A beautiful woman peers out her window, as full of envy as the harridan who peers up at her from the street.

Whatever is not stone is light

Your hair looks like a haystack...but I like it.

The beet is the most intense of vegetables. The radish, admittedly, is more feverish, but the fire of the radish is a cold fire, the fire of discontent, not of passion. Tomatoes are lusty enough, yet there runs through tomatoes an undercurrent of frivolity. Beets are deadly serious.

They looked at each other like a pair of parentheses.

The beauty of simplicity is the complexity it attracts.

there was a beautiful princess with a prince kissing her lips only the prince was totally ugly