Quotes About Stubble

Yes, the hunky barista looks even more terrifically masculine with three days' growth on his chin. Guys under 50 mostly do. But when your beard is partly or largely grey, that stubble can just look a little unwashed. Sadly, when you're over 50, different rules apply.

I love a man with stubble. It's very sexy.

Sometimes I dont shave for at least 2 days!

I hate shaving. It's much easier to just do a little stubble, but my wife and daughter like it when I'm clean-shaven. If you see me with a clean face, then you know I'm in the kissing mode!

that was the time calculated by the barber who based his estimate on the length of his customers' stubble.

Feelings are just a fire in a field of stubble: it burns for a moment, and then all that's left is soot and ashes. Do you know what the main thing is—the thing a woman should look for in her man? She should look for a quality that's not at all exciting but that's rarer than gold: decency.

Thou sentest forth thy wrath, which consumed them as stubble.And with the blast of thy nostrils the waters were gathered together, the floods stood upright as an heap, and the depths were congealed in the heart of the sea.

We women are the same: I am always more attracted to the dangerous mystery man with piercing eyes and stubble rather than the clean-shaven 'puppy dog' type who is probably much better for me in the long run.

Delhi becomes a gas chamber every year with the advent of winters, mainly due to stubble burning.

Mothers hate beards.

The white ghost knew what all these horsemen meant; he knew what was expected of him that day; but he knew that is body ached, that his throat was dry, and that the rolling stubble called but faintly to him. The day before he had eaten a piece of tainted meat no bigger than a lump of sugar, and now it was better to lie quietly I the soft straw then to pit one's speed and nose against another over those long, long miles.

Building the church with human wisdom or eloquent speech that circumvents the Cross is building with wood, hay, and stubble.

He spoke with a funny maybe-Hungarian, maybe-Arabic accent, like something he made up for a comedy sketch. Anton was unshaven, the stubble on his face glistening in a not-pleasant way. He wore sunglasses even though it was cave-dark in here. "This

The thing about kissing men - how do people stand it? The stubble is maddening.

That glimpse, of herself alone at the heart of his gaze, only lasted an instant. His indifference to their audience struck her as a dare or a test. She didn't see as a counterindication to this angry idea of hers his hot blush as deep as her own; if her face was as red as a beet, his was red as a burn, he'd come out in lurid blotches that overlapped with his boy's patchy stubble to make a mess of his face.

By Duraden, I have trolls dancing in my head this morning!' Stubble grumbled, screwing his eyes into a squint at the bright morning light.

They are as stubble before the wind, and as chaff that the storm carrieth away.

He is but as the stubble of the field, and yet he has no beard.

War did not just level, it plowed the field, raising the muck and sinking the stubble.

the Mach3—leaving hundreds of millions of people to a more painful daily battle with stubble.19

Unfortunately, I like to feel a little stubble when I kiss. Women are too soft.

I'm a gamer, and I became obsessed with 'Resident Evil.' I played the first two games back to back. It took me, like, 10 days. I disappeared from view. Stayed in my apartment. Didn't return anyone's calls. After 10 days, I emerged with 10 days' worth of stubble and kind of bloodshot eyes going, 'I love this! We have to turn it into a movie.'

Ávila was one of those fortunate Mediterranean men for whom aging seemed to be more an asset than a liability. Over the years, his stiff black stubble had softened to a distinguished salt-and-pepper beard, his fiery dark eyes had relaxed to a serene confidence, and his taut olive skin was now sun-drenched and creased, giving him the aura of a man permanently squinting out to sea.

All men, forty-ish, dressed in dark suits, clean shaven—stubble against regulation, a firing offense.