Best 120 quotes in «beard quotes» category

Peter Beard is one of those people I've known a long time. We have an affinity. We share certain values.

Reptilian green the wrinkled throat, Green as a bough of yew the beard; He bent his head, and so I smote

Rap is poetry to music, like beatniks without beards and bongos.

Santa Jr. I was a cop. Yes, I was officially Santa. But a younger Santa. He goes young, clean-shaven, to how we imagine Santa with all the white hair and beard and "Ho ho ho." Kind of funny.

Rosie get off your desk, and please put your beard away.

QUINCE Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. FLUTE Here, Peter Quince. QUINCE Flute, you must take Thisby on you. FLUTE What is Thisby? a wandering knight? QUINCE It is the lady that Pyramus must love. FLUTE Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I have a beard coming.

Someone got killed up here.... It was outside. A tall man. He had one leg longer’n the other. And a beard. He was probably a hunter." "How’d you know all that?" "I just trod on ‘im.

See the gold sunshine patching, And streaming and streaking across The gray-green oaks; and catching, By its soft brown beard, the moss.

Some artists are bound to an image: Bob Marley has dreadlocks, Matisyahu has a beard. But that's a reminder that the whole thing is not about style. It's about music.

The beard, being a half-mask, should be forbidden by the police - It is, moreover, as a sexual symbol in the middle of the face, obscene: that is why it pleases women.

The beard must not be plucked. Ye shall not deface the figure of your beard.

Sometimes I have a beard, sometimes I don't, and I'm not very good at maintaining it. I've got an agreement with my life coach and guru that I don't touch it from now on.

There are days when I think: what if I just checked out? What if I grew a beard and went off to live somewhere remote? I have often wondered about the freedom that would bring.

The establishment will irritate you - pull your beard, flick your face - to make you fight. Because once they've got you violent, then they know how to handle you. The only thing they don't know how to handle is non-violence and humor.

The idea that God's mercy is connected to whether or not I shave is ludicrous and I need to just trust myself, and that, you know, if I'm deserving of God's mercy, I'll get it, regardless of, you know, my beard.

This music has been around since before the beard on Moses. I happed to do it very well and I happen to have a lot of groovy songs that I know people are going to dig. I know more about it than you do.

There are two kinds of individuals on Planet Earth who do not have beards - women and youth.

Tim [Omundson] is just so wonderfully delicious. He has the sexiest beard on television. He's such a fabulous actor, and a great character.

There he is, tall, tanned, Italian, sophisticated. So what do you do?" I said, "Er, leap on him and snog him within an inch of his life? Taking care not to strangle myself on his false beard, or disturb his banana.

Tradition wears a snowy beard, romance is always young.

When I reach puberty I'm definitely going to grow a beard.

You always notice a facelift on a woman. It's a tightness around the ears, and the scar is usually inside the ears. If I suspect it's been done, I usually move around until I can see it. But with a man, it actually pulls your beard and your sideburns back, and that's what's so strange.

Trust the man who hesitates in his speech and is quick and steady in action, but beware of long arguments and long beards.

A beard well lathered is half shaven.

When you are kissing a guy with a beard, it's different.

A goatee is to beards what diamonds are to ornaments.

You know what you are? You're a beard with an idiot hanging off it.

Any man can grow a moustache and a beard! And this does not make him a man! What it takes to be a man is to help a needy person, stand up for the innocent, and lead one's life in the most courteous, dignified and sophisticated way possible to a man.

Alçó la mano, a la barba se tomó: —¡Grado a Christus, que del mundo es señor, cuando veo lo que avía sabor, que lidiaran conmigo en campo mios yernos amos a dos!

...'beard' isn't really a superpower.

Beards – Saving the husband’s from ill-timed expressions since eternity.

Beard is like Niqab, that covers cheeks

Hell! His beard grows fast as blazes, like a damp wicket in springtime sun, green, and Rachel's skin is so fine, his bristles can score her red the way a new ball marks a bat, English alum on English unbleached willow, finest quality, special selection, Rachel-grade. Zach, my man, you have cricket on the brain! Thomas has asked him to play on Sunday. Bring Rachel, he said. Thomas 'All Souls' Aubry, gentleman, corinthian at heart, and half French yet more English than a true-born.

Essora el Campeador prísos' a la barba: —¡Grado a Dios, que cielo e tierra manda! Por esso es luenga, que a delicio fue criada. ¿Qué avedes vós, conde, por retraer la mi barba? Ca de cuando nasco a delicio fue criada, ca non me priso a ella fijo de mugier nada nimbla messó fijo de moro nin de cristiana, commo yo a vós, conde, en el castiello de Cabra, cuando pris a Cabra e a vós por la barba. Non ý ovo rapaz que non messó su pulgada, la que yo messé aún non es eguada.—

First, if you participate in Movember, fuck you. Second, if you want to raise money for prostate cancer (a noble cause), do it the old-fashioned way, by either begging for it or exerting yourself physically for donations. Sitting on your ass and letting nature take its course above your upper lip is not the same thing as running a 10K at a local high school or breaking out the set of power tools your dad gave you as a housewarming present collecting dust in your garage and using them to go out and build a habitat for humanity. Maybe I can raise money for rectal cancer by getting people to pledge a dollar every time I take a shit. And third no one wants to see that horrific seventies pornstache growing like a caterpillar with cerebral palsy zigzagging across your face; you look like you're about to go door to door informing people that you're a registered sex offender who's just moved in next door and would their kids like to come out and was your windowless van for a dollar? Fuck Movember. And November.

Her latest client is Professor Desmond Curnin, a university professor who teaches library sciences to large groups of students. He’s quick to pay on-time, quick to never fall behind. He’s a brown-haired man with an unkempt beard and thick-framed hipster glasses. He slides a leather briefcase stuffed with dollar bills into the open window of Geraldine’s car. “Your fly’s unzipped,” Geraldine points out, disgusted. “Who gave you a license to sell hot dogs, buddy?

A soft finger touched his shoulder and he turned to see a little man smiling in the moonlight. He wore an indescribable hat, his eyes were wide and astonished, as if everything were happening for the first time, and he had a dark describable beard.

He was letting his hair grow, and it was only because Nature is unkind and has no regard for the immortal longings of youth that he did not attempt a beard.

If lots of men around you are growing a beard just because of political or ideological reasons, you refuse this, and if you have a beard, shave it off! Leave your herd to find yourself! Find your own style, not the style your ideology or your party is dictating on you! Remember, you build a sound character mostly through refusing, through saying no, through staying different!

I lean closer to the screen and decide to really push her limits by hitting her with one of those pickup lines she loves to hate. "My beard wants to know if you would like a comfortable place to sit down?

I have the most fantastic, stupendous, magnificent idea. Why it’s better than television," he said, standing there in red, tartan pyjamas, his beard in a sleepy tangle. Dunn's Magnificent Idea

manful potency as masterful kissers requires fecundity with voluminous whiskers

I'm a pretty clean eater, so my beard probably just smells like the blood of my enemies, as usual.

Prísos' a la barba Ruy Díaz, so señor: —¡Grado al rey del cielo, mis fijas vengadas son, agora las ayan quitas heredades de Carrión!

Now I know the difference between a father's rough beard and a young man's untried bristles.

Prísos' a la barba el buen CId Campeador: —Non ayades miedo, ca todo es vuestra pro.

Many a time, you may not even have to speak, however difficult the situation; your goatee speaks for you.

¡Par aquesta barba que nadi non messó, non la lograrán los ifantes de Carrión, que a mis fijas bien las casaré yo!

When nothing worked, he decided the least he could do was pick the yam bits out of his beard. But even the proved fruitless since the bits seemed to find their way into the deepest recesses of the beard, and the just small enough boy quickly grew squeamish. Judge if you must, but if you've ever had to pick yam bits out of an old man's bushy beard, I'm sure you'd forgive him.

Shirts and jeans litter the asphalt, the empty fabric limbs askew as if they're attempting to escape. Blood smears Sarah's lips as she struggles against the chest of a dirty looking man with a beard. Terror. Terror is the only word my mind can seize on and it forgets what it means. I forget how to think - to move.