“I hear her hair has turned quite gold from grief”

“Her hair is Harlow gold
Her lips a sweet surprise
Her hands are never cold
She's got Bette Davis eyes”

“The blessed damozel lean'd out
From the gold bar of Heaven;
Her eyes were deeper than the depth
Of waters still'd at even;
She had three lilies in her hand,
And the stars in her hair were seven.”

“To-night she will spread her brown hair on his pillow,
But I shall be hearing the harsh cries of wild fowl.”

“Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.”

“A ring of gold with the sun in it?
Lies. Lies and a grief.”

“To have gold brings fear; to have none brings grief.”

“I get all my hair products at PetCo. (Jay's hair is long, curly, and quite messy)”

“She could no longer borrow from the future to ease her present grief.”

“Her own grief grieved her. His devastated her. (On Sophie Mol's death, describing Mamachi's grief, and Chacko's).”