beard - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
Henry grew his beard as soon as he could; it was his way of saying to himself and the world that boyhood was gone and he had arrived in his days of manhood. He kept it so neat, as neat as the rest of his hair, and to be honest, it's hard to imagine him any other way.
His beard was so soft. It took that boyish face and made him so manly. I loved it, I really did.
His facial hair was thick, although not quite a beard many men grew.
A scraggy greying beard climbed his face like last years raggedy vines after a severe winter. His beard clung to his face in clumps like moss on a dry rock. His beard was as thick as a gardening broom with bristles sticking out in all directions. His beard was strategically shaved into a smart goatee. Thin wisps of hair straggled up his sunken cheeks like etiolated vines desperately seeking daylight. Skimpy looking beard. Barely more than stubble.