He had an egglike head, froglike jaws, and a grey hairy fringe of
aureole round the lower part of his face; the whole combined with a
reddish, acquiline nose. He wore a shabby black frock-coat, a sort of
semi-clerical tie worn at a very unclerical angle, and looking,
generally speaking, about as unlike a house-agent as anything could
look, short of something like a sandwich-man or a Scotch Highlander.
- Gilbert K Chesterton
She's an old, close-to-the-ground, jelly-belly woman with bald patches showing through her wispy grey hair. It doesn't seem like she's got a lot going for her, but she's still smiling. Been around the sunflowers too long, I'd say.
- Bill Condon
And in that one grey hair I saw my whole life and I said Ithink I need a hair.
- Roald Dahl
Regrets are the natural property of grey hairs.
- Charles Dickens
These old knights are more cunning than you think, or they would never have lived to see their first grey hair.
- George R R Martin
And my father!-oh, my father! evil is it with his daughter, when his grey hairs are not remembered because of the golden locks of youth!
- Walter Scott
She and her sister were dressed in purple, with gold buckles at their throats by way of brooches, and another gold buckle each at the end of hatpins which they wore through their grey hair in order apparently to match their brooches. Their faces, identical to the point of indecency, were quite expressionless, as though they were the preliminary lay-outs for faces and were waiting for sentience to be injected.
- Mervyn Peake
Julian Malory was about forty, a few years younger than his sister. Both were tall, thin and angular, but while this gave to Julian a suitable ascetic distinction, it only seemed to make Winifred, with her eager face and untidy grey hair, more awkward and gaunt. She was dressed, as usual, in an odd assortment of clothes, most of which had belonged to other people.
- Barbara Pym
The owner of the Post Office was called Maurice. A sixtyish-year-old with a large red nose that was pebble-dashed with broken capillaries, and a smooth bald head with a fuzz of grey hair around the side like the tide mark on a dirty bath. He had a gruff manner, distrusting eyes and a cough like kicked gravel.
- R D Ronald
aureole round the lower part of his face; the whole combined with a
reddish, acquiline nose. He wore a shabby black frock-coat, a sort of
semi-clerical tie worn at a very unclerical angle, and looking,
generally speaking, about as unlike a house-agent as anything could
look, short of something like a sandwich-man or a Scotch Highlander.
- Gilbert K Chesterton
She's an old, close-to-the-ground, jelly-belly woman with bald patches showing through her wispy grey hair. It doesn't seem like she's got a lot going for her, but she's still smiling. Been around the sunflowers too long, I'd say.
- Bill Condon
And in that one grey hair I saw my whole life and I said Ithink I need a hair.
- Roald Dahl
Regrets are the natural property of grey hairs.
- Charles Dickens
These old knights are more cunning than you think, or they would never have lived to see their first grey hair.
- George R R Martin
And my father!-oh, my father! evil is it with his daughter, when his grey hairs are not remembered because of the golden locks of youth!
- Walter Scott
She and her sister were dressed in purple, with gold buckles at their throats by way of brooches, and another gold buckle each at the end of hatpins which they wore through their grey hair in order apparently to match their brooches. Their faces, identical to the point of indecency, were quite expressionless, as though they were the preliminary lay-outs for faces and were waiting for sentience to be injected.
- Mervyn Peake
Julian Malory was about forty, a few years younger than his sister. Both were tall, thin and angular, but while this gave to Julian a suitable ascetic distinction, it only seemed to make Winifred, with her eager face and untidy grey hair, more awkward and gaunt. She was dressed, as usual, in an odd assortment of clothes, most of which had belonged to other people.
- Barbara Pym
The owner of the Post Office was called Maurice. A sixtyish-year-old with a large red nose that was pebble-dashed with broken capillaries, and a smooth bald head with a fuzz of grey hair around the side like the tide mark on a dirty bath. He had a gruff manner, distrusting eyes and a cough like kicked gravel.
- R D Ronald
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