I dyed my hair pink when I was fifteen.
I sit there in my bed staring at the wall, feeling happy, enjoying the way the wall looks, how pink and how white it is. Pink and white, as far as I’m concerned, have never looked quite so pink and white before.
My worst memory is of my first dance lesson as a 14-year old in Prague. My mother put me in this silver and pink lame dress. My hair was all curled, and it was the first time I wore a garter belt. I felt so out of place!
Yeah, baby! I didn't get to keep the pink baby doll outfit, but I wish I did because people are always telling me I should wear it.
The rose is born evil. . . but it is pink.
The morphlings from District 6 are in the camouflage station, painting each other's faces with bright pink swirls.
I remember being mad about having pink and red shoes. I gew up envying other girls' pink and red shoes.
What is pink? A rose is pink By the fountain's brink.
I suppose it's possible that the Sundance Kid didn't like to make much of his birthdays — they may have struck him as just another reminder that his draw was getting slower by the year—but what if he truly liked a major celebration? What if he looked forward every year to marking the day of his birth with what they used to call in the West 'a real wingding, with pink balloons and a few survivors'?
Btw Pink Floyd album out in October is called 'The Endless River. ' Based on 1994 sessions is Rick Wright's swansong and very beautiful.
I have never admitted that I am more than twenty-nine, or thirty at the most. Twenty-nine when there are pink shades, thirty when there are not.
There were a couple of times I wondered whether I was going to get a pink slip.
I read somewhere once that souls were like flowers,' said Priscilla. 'Then your soul is a golden narcissus,' said Anne, 'and Diana's is like a red, red rose. Jane's is an apple blossom, pink and wholesome and sweet. ' 'And our own is a white violet, with purple streaks in its heart,' finished Priscilla.
Feminism doesn't mean hating pink, make-up and high heels!
A story a friend told me about being in New York and meeting this Latin-lover kind of guy. They went up to her hotel room, and the guy kind of pounced on her and told her to spread her legs, shouting, "Surrender the pink! Surrender the pink!" That's where it's from.
Pink isn't just a color, it's an attitude!
Nothing's too girly and nothing's too masculine. But I do love color, and maybe that's a little girly - especially pink.
I don't tend to do much with my lips. My lips are naturally very pink, so if I add any more colour, it looks like I've been smacked in the mouth!
Don't waste hate on pink geranium.
I want a big 25-foot pink statue that holds my grave. Or I also might like the way the Indians did it. They hang you up on the top of a tree and the birds eat you. No, really I would probably choose cremating.
