Long dark lashes and black curly hair - he had it all.
He looked to be about her age and his blond hair was neatly combed into a fashionable style.
She combed Destiny's hair into pig tails, and then on impulse, did the same with hers.
Matthew had thick black hair, but Natalie's was blonde.
His face was clean shaven, but his dark curly hair was thick and unruly.
She lifted the hair off her neck and sighed as she paused in the shade of a huge oak tree.
Walking so fast that it created a breeze that caught the loose hair hanging down her back, she turned her ankle slipping off her sandals.
Instead of braids, she brushed her hair into a ponytail.
A lock of mousy blonde hair covered her left eye.
Yeah, my nose is too big and my face is full of freckles, but my hair looks great.
He pushed the hair from her neck and his lips sizzled a hot trail in its wake.
Her hair was drawn back severely into a bun and she had black eyes that could render a lie detector machine obsolete.
Tucking a wayward strand of curly brown hair back into her bun, she replaced her hat and wrapped the lead lines around the wagon break.
He ducked under the water and came up, wiping the water from his eyes and pushing his hair back.
She ripped the flower from her hair and slung it in the dust.
He brushed a strand of hair from her face and stroked her cheek.
Don't forget the mess of red hair and freckles.
Auburn hair - and you barely have enough freckles for anyone to notice.
The beautiful creature passed her hands over her eyes an instant, tucked in a stray lock of hair that had become disarranged, and after a look around the garden made those present a gracious bow and said, in a sweet but even toned voice:
These were so long that they reached to his feet, and both the hair and the beard were carefully plaited into many braids, and the end of each braid fastened with a bow of colored ribbon.
But I would like very much a blue hair-ribbon.
As the Princess held the white piglet in her arms and stroked its soft hair she said: Let Eureka out of the cage, for she is no longer a prisoner, but our good friend.
He was dressed plainly, and, with his reddish-brown hair and mud-bespattered face, looked like a hard- working countryman just in from the backwoods.
Did he have reddish-brown hair, and did he ride a gray horse?
"Who is that man?" asked Gautama, "and why is his face so pinched and his hair so white?
Because I am a forty-two-year-old man and I pay with an American Express and was born on a Friday, part my hair on the left, and have a thirty-four-inch waist, the machine suggests what I should buy.
Her eyes are very big and blue, and her cheeks are soft and round and rosy and her hair is very bright and golden.
He has big brown eyes and long golden hair and pretty round cheeks.
I told her that her hair was brown, and she asked, "Is brown very pretty?"
This morning I took a bath, and when teacher came upstairs to comb my hair she told me some very sad news which made me unhappy all day.
With consummate skill he has set his trap with a hair spring to catch comfort and independence, and then, as he turned away, got his own leg into it.
Signs were hung out on all sides to allure him; some to catch him by the appetite, as the tavern and victualling cellar; some by the fancy, as the dry goods store and the jeweller's; and others by the hair or the feet or the skirts, as the barber, the shoemaker, or the tailor.
The moles nested in my cellar, nibbling every third potato, and making a snug bed even there of some hair left after plastering and of brown paper; for even the wildest animals love comfort and warmth as well as man, and they survive the winter only because they are so careful to secure them.
Dolokhov still sat in the same position, only his head was thrown further back till his curly hair touched his shirt collar, and the hand holding the bottle was lifted higher and higher and trembled with the effort.
The handsome Vera, who produced such an irritating and unpleasant effect on everyone, smiled and, evidently unmoved by what had been said to her, went to the looking glass and arranged her hair and scarf.
"Well now, isn't she a fool!" shouted the prince, pushing the book aside and turning sharply away; but rising immediately, he paced up and down, lightly touched his daughter's hair and sat down again.
After two or three changes to which Princess Mary meekly submitted, just as her hair had been arranged on the top of her head (a style that quite altered and spoiled her looks) and she had put on a maroon dress with a pale-blue scarf, the little princess walked twice round her, now adjusting a fold of the dress with her little hand, now arranging the scarf and looking at her with her head bent first on one side and then on the other.