Quotes About Beard

I've just always rocked the goatee. Maybe a beard for a minute or some thick sideburns, but I've only been clean-shaven for, like, two days in my adult life.

I love having a shaved head. I'd rather not deal with hair if I don't have to. I like not thinking about it. A shaved head and letting my beard go requires the least amount of anything.

The leader had a beard and was wearing a caftan that looked as if it had been sewn by elves on hash.

The two girls disappeared into the stern cabin once more. Will watched them go, then asked Halt, 'Anything you'd like me to do? Grow a beard? Learn to walk like a rooster?' 'If you could stop asking facetious questions, that'd be a start,' Halt told him. 'But it's probably a little late in life for you to do that.

That's a big nose," he croaked and instantly realized he shouldn't have said something so impolite. I must be light headed, e thought. But the face smiled. The teeth seemed inordinatley white against the dark beard and skin. The only one I have," he said.

He appeared nondescript enough, that was for sure. His clothes were simple-verging on drab, in fact. His beard and hair were badly cut. They looked as if he had cut them with a hunting knife, thought Deparnieux,unaware that he was only one of many people to have had that very same thoughts about Halt.

Once, she came face-to-face with a heavyset man wearing a hooded short cloak. They came level with each other under one of the infrequent lanterns and she could make out only the lower half of his face. The upper half was shaded by the hood. She had an impression of a dark, full beard. In the shadow of his hood, his eyes were unblinking, staring at her.

Anything you'd like me to do? Grow a beard? Learn to walk like a rooster?" "If you could stop asking facetious questions, that'd be a start," Halt told him. "But it's probably a little late in life for you to do that.

Jammer - ik begon net weer aan mijn oude vertrouwde baard te wennen.' 'Die heerlijke wildernis,' flapte Will eruit.

It might now be the occasion to remember that for the Romans, a barbarian was someone who wore trousers, had a beard and ate butter.)

It was the other man Hardy had noticed in the gallery. Reasonably good-looking, somewhat burly even in his tailored suit, Lightner sported a well-trimmed red beard under a head of dark brown hair. It was a striking combination that Hardy thought might come out of a bottle.

He's a burly man with sparse white hair and a white beard who looks like Santa might look if Santa, in the off-season, carried a tackle box.

You must remember that Baldmoney and his brothers were (as far as I know) the last gnomes left in England. Rather surprisingly, he was extraordinarily like the pictures of gnomes in fairy books, even to the pointed skin hat and long beard.

Getting a grey beard's not cool.

There are girls who find the giant beard 'gross' and 'creepy.' I know because they tell me.

A beard doesn't grow only on gurus; it grows on all men.

The idea is that a beard makes it easy to cut a man's throat. You grab it and jerk his head up." "I see," Silk said. Mentally, he cancelled the beard he had only just resolved to grow.

David and his followers taught no new doctrines, in their dispersion or when they came to power, that can be brought to countenance thee at all in shaving off thy beard.

I went to high school every single day in an all-male Jesuit school at McQuaid with short hair, no beard, suit jacket, tie.

Zeke snickers through a thin, diseased beard. "I really need you to stop now," and from the hollow of his back, as if scratching an itch, Zeke produces the tool of a coward and a cheat.

It is an ancient Mariner,And he stoppeth one of three."By thy long gray beard and glittering eye,Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?"

Straight-faced, Hamon said, "I'm honored to be working alongside someone with such expert woodland knowledge, superior battle skills, and an impressive beard." Ven stroked his beard. "Indeed you are.

I took a step inside to get a better look and realized the man was actually Christ, the way he appeared in Sunday-school classrooms: milky complexion, starched blue dressing gown, a beard trimmed as painstakingly as a bonsai tree. He was doing what he was always doing: cupping blinding light in his hands like he was trying to warm up after a long day of downhill skiing.

Phineas himself, it may be here said, was six feet high, and very handsome, with bright blue eyes, and brown wavy hair, and light silken beard. Mrs. Low had told her husband more than once that he was much too handsome to do any good.