Quotes About Chin

Have you ever heard of rubbing dandelions under your chin? If it rubs off that means you're in love.

I'll tell you what justice is. Justice is a knee in the gut from the floor on the chin at night sneaky with a knife brought up down on the magazine of a battleship sandbagged underhanded in the dark without a word of warning

Justice is a knee in the gut from the floor on the chin at night sneaky with a knife brought up down on the magazine of a battleship sandbagged underhanded in the dark without a word of warning. Garroting.

Don't you know that I passionately dote on every chin on his face?

If I shave, I don't have a chin anymore.

I think Jose Aldo is tough, I respect him, but I want to test his chin.

Where is he? Bridgerton! he bellowed. Three chestnut heads swiveled in his direction. Simon stomped across the grass, murder in his eyes. I meant the idiot Bridgerton. That, I believe, Anthony said mildly, tilting his chin toward Colin, would refer to you.

My ability to turn good news into anxiety is rivaled only by my ability to turn anxiety into chin acne.

I have a magnificent chin and a long, odd-shaped face. As a result, I always look better in collars.

I'm not afraid," she said defensively. Now he seemed humored. "Of course. You're not afraid of anything. At least you think you're not. That's why I'm sending you home." Thank you for your advice." Rose thrust her chin in the air and marched away, not looking back. She was almost sure she heard him laughing softly behind her.

Being a lover of beauty, I permitted myself occasional glances at her profile, and observed that her chin was even better from that angle than from the front. Of course there was an off chance that she was a murderess, but you can't have everything

Gabe scratched his double chin. Maybe if you hurry with the seven-layer dip...And maybe if the kid apologizes for interrupting my poker game. Maybe if I kick you in your soft spot, I thought. And make you sing Soprano for a week.

Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd,Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin new-reap'd,Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home:He was perfumed like a milliner,And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he heldA pouncet-box, which ever and anonHe gave his nose and took 't away again.

I'm heir to madness. Vessel of perversion. Your nightmare should you cross me. Daryl's chin lifted, trembling. Indeed. We might be sisters then, for I'm the same.

Bad child, wicked child, push you in the bin, Out with the rubbish on your chin, chin, chin, Up pops and ishkin, then it pulls you in, Makes you cry and sucks you dry and throws away your skin.

Now I know a refuge never grows From a chin in a hand in a thoughtful pose Gotta tend the earth if you want a rose

I say don't overreact; cool your jets. Focus on things that you can control: your business, your employees' welfare, your guests, and the quality of the product that you dish up. Do that, keep your chin down, pay attention to business, and the sun will come up tomorrow. That's the way I figure it.

We are going to tickle some Aes Sedai under the chin, rescue a mule, and put a snip-nosed girl on the Lion Throne. Oh, yes. That's Aviendha. Don't look at her crosswise, or she'll try to cut your throat and probably slit her own by mistake.

Yet he was a rather nice-looking young man, with crinkly russet eyes and crinkly red-brown hair, not to mention a chin that gave the world assurance of a chin.

But he couldn't do it with orchid. He had to know. 'But you think it was showing off.' 'Well...' she ducked her chin and her bangs fell into her eyes, but they didn't hide her smile. 'Wasn't it?' He smiled back. OK, she had him there. 'A little.' 'A little?' She repeated. Now he grinned wide. 'Oh, Orchid, when I really want to show off, you'll know it.

I've been saying for years, Froch is an easy fight, chin's up in the air, feet are all over the place, technically terrible. But he's tough, he's strong, he's fit for 12 rounds, he comes on strong the last few rounds.

Still no reaction. No movement. Just total stillness, and a raised chin, and an averted gaze, and a dignified and implacable silence, like a veteran salesman insulted by a counteroffer.

He wasn't running, said Bruno, and he wasn't crawling. He went struggling along like a portmanteau. And he held his chin ever so high in the air—

He's got one of the best chins I've ever hit in my life. I was catching him and he was smiling at me, he was eating them. He's a great fighter, he'll be champion one day.