Quotes About Chest Hair

#1. I am actively campaigning for 'chest hair' to become an Olympic sport.

Chris Carmack

#2. Really?" Claire said, and couldn't help but smile. "That's what creeps you out. Waxing. You can take on vampires and draug and killers, but you're afraid of a little chest-hair pulling?

Rachel Caine

#3. He has wet dreams and moans dirty things about chest hair."
"That was one time." Okay, more like six times.

T.J. Klune

#4. I can't help feeling a little grateful since the last thing I want to do is strip down Haymitch, wash the vomit out of his chest hair, and tuck him into bed.

Suzanne Collins

#5. It was frightening, though, how little time you got. You only became yourself when you were twenty-three or twenty-four. A few years later, you had an old man's chest hair. It wasn't worth it.

Roddy Doyle

#6. This is my trademark: I rip my T-shirt. I'm into the whole showing-a-bit-of-chest-hair thing.

Ed Westwick

#7. I interviewed Johnny Knoxville once. I was kind of scared to interview him because I thought he might be a real jerk, but he was really nice, and I ripped his chest hair out.

Rachel Perry

#8. Eugene's got a fake ID, and he actually gets away with using it because he looks like he's thirty-six, thanks to his devotion to tasseled shoes and his ridiculous carpet of chest hair.

Flynn Meaney

#9. had a smattering of chest hair that looked

Dana Marton

#10. If I allow my gaze to travel higher-which I won't-I'll see the solid gold basketball charm on a chain that my mother gave him for his eighteenth birthday nestled in his coarse, whorled chest hair.
My front teeth throb as the memory of the charm bangs against them.

Laura Wiess

#11. Meet Tony. My first chest hair. I called him Tony as he's Tony one I got," Connor laughed.
Jason laughed at his joke at first and then as fast as lightning grabbed Connor's only chest hair and plucked it.
"Tony one you had," Jason corrected.

Mark A. Cooper

#12. What's with you men? Would hair stop growing on your chest if you asked directions somewhere?

Erma Bombeck

#13. Running my fingers into his thick hair, I wallow in the strength and heat surrounding me before he pulls away, giving me such a happy smile it makes my heart rattle inside my chest. There's nothing better in this whole world than to be held in someone's loving stare. A stare they reserve for you.

Poppet

#14. She could feel the heat from his body behind her. It radiated from his chest to her shoulder blades. The silk of his bow tie brushed against her hair, penetrating it, until it grazed across the surface of her neck, causing it to explode into goose-pimples.

Sylvain Reynard

#15. God help me, I do care about you. Gently hugging her against his chest, he tenderly moved her hair away from her angelic face. Seeing her sleep, peaceful and trusting, his thoughts of waking
her for his desires were quickly replaced.

Aleatha Romig

#16. I closed my eyes. His fingers found mine. I buried my face on his chest, my vision hazy. "I won't remember you."
"You will," he whispered into my hair. "Someday. I'll find you.

Jennifer Rush

#17. It's not goodbye, Sam. It's see you in two days. I promise ... " she said stroking his hair away from his dimpled cheek.
"I'm counting on it. You will be missed," he said as he put her hand on his chest near his heart. "You will be missed right here ...

Rachel Hanna

#18. Feeling your heartbeats" - I placed my hand against his chest - "reminds me of his heartbeats."
"Running my fingers through your hair" - he tangled his hands through my blonde locks, making me gasp lightly - "helps me remember her.

Brittainy C. Cherry

#19. Daniel?"
"Tell me, sunshine."
Inhaling his scent like a lifeline, she leaned in and spoke urgently against his ear. "Take me home. Make it better."
His answering groan rumbled against her chest. He sank his hands into her hair. "Oh baby, I'm going to make it so much better.

Tessa Bailey

#20. Thank you so much for the rude know-it-all attitude while also having to look at your ridiculously colored hair and obnoxious facial and chest piercings. I am very fortunate to have just been schooled by someone who looks like they graduated from Care Bear Carnage University.

Heather Chapple

#21. He may have hair upon his chest but, sister, so has Lassie.

Cole Porter

#22. Ser Jorah was not a handsome man. He had a neck and shoulders like a bull, and coarse black hair covered his arms and chest so thickly that there was none left for his head.

George R R Martin

#23. And at the end of the night, he stared down at her in puzzlement. He didn't know which facet of her he liked better. The siren in black satin that made his cock and fangs ache or this angel with her bright red hair spread across his pillow - who made his chest ache. She

Kresley Cole

#24. I lean against Brad's shoulder and he softly kisses my hair. Bringing my hand to his chest, I feel the rapid beat of his heart.
He inches closer and whispers, Do you feel that? That's what you do to me.

Beth Michele

#25. He slid an arm around me and pulled me to him. I rested my head on his chest, and he nuzzled my hair and kissed me just above the ear.

Janet Evanovich

#26. He brushed the hair back from her brow. "Were you scared, baby?"
"No," she said, shaking her head. "I knew you were coming."
"You did?"
She touched her chest. "Your heart beats in here. If it had stopped, I would have known. It did beat a little fast sometimes.

Robyn Carr

#27. Kissing me will not make the horse any smaller."
Laughter rumbled from Gray's chest as he closed his arms around her. He inhaled the sweetness of her hair and nuzzled the warm silkiness just behind her ear. "Kissing ye will no' make me any smaller either.

Maeve Greyson

#28. He pulled her against his chest, letting her feel his heart thunder its rhythm. Kissing her hair he whispered, the desperation raw, "You are no dream...but flesh and blood. Tell me you are real...oh, please...be real." "Aye, I am real.

Deborah MacGillivray

#29. It's like we made promises last night, and you're not sure you can keep them." "Yeah," Carson confessed, his lips brushing Dale's chest. Dale pulled him tight against his chest and dropped a kiss on his hair. "Don't be scared, baby. We'll find a way. I'm not a fan of letting go.

Amy Lane

#30. Fighting her smile, his sister reached over and ran her hand through his hair. "That, my sweet brother, is called heartbreak."
He glanced down at his chest. "Will that be a physical deformity?

G.A. Aiken

#31. A miscreant with coiffed, scented hair, a slender waist, the hips of a woman and the chest of a Prussian officer, with a finely tied cravat, by all girls admired. ~ [introduction of character Montparnasse]

Victor Hugo

#32. Ash brushed the hair from my neck and leaned close to my ear, his voice so soft not even Grimalkin could've heard it. "I love you," he murmured, and my heart nearly burst out of my chest. "Whatever happens, we're together now.
Always.

Julie Kagawa

#33. In the middle sat Brad Blanton. He was a large man. His shirt, open to his chest, was yellow-white, like his hair. With his sunburned face, he looked like a red ball abandoned in dirty snow.

Jon Ronson

#34. Ever notice Hulk Hogan ain't got no hair on his chest? The only one who's got hair on their chest on their team is Cindy Lauper.

Roddy Piper

#35. You are a wonderful son, and a wonderful man.
Yet another parent busting forth with the "man" thing! I'd have to check my chest for signs of hair when I got home.

Jordan Sonnenblick

#36. But that was before she'd gotten that chest, before that slash of black hair had gone from something to pull on the bus to something to stroke in the dark.

Junot Diaz

#37. And who died and made you boss?" But I knew a lost cause when I saw it and was already pulling my hair back with nimble fingers.
Niko slapped a shoulder holster against my chest. "No one. Like all truly great dictators, I seized that power myself. Now finish up. We leave in five minutes.

Rob Thurman

#38. She was on their bed, her knees curled up toward her chest, her eyes closed, her hair spilling over the gel. She snored a little, soft animal sounds of peace and contentment.

James S.A. Corey

#39. Working in factories and things like that, it just puts a little hair on your chest.

Frank Fairfield

#40. Knight was walking to me; dark gray, drawstring pajama bottoms on, long-ish hair sexy messy from sleep, chest with its enticing array of dark hair bared, eyes on me.

Kristen Ashley

#41. The man was remarkably . . . well, homely. Ugly, not to put too fine a point on it. His face was deeply pitted with scars, obviously the victim of a terrible case of adolescent acne. He wore horn-rimmed glasses and had thinning brown hair, round shoulders, a pigeon chest.

Joseph Finder

#42. I curled my hand against his chest and he covered it with his own, smoothing the hair back from my forehead. "Sleep," he told me. "There are a few more hours of daylight yet, that we may call our own.

Susanna Kearsley

#43. Then I got another mental image of him, broad chest covered in blond pelt, muscular forearms, big smooth cock jutting out of a silky nest. Riordan ordering me down on my knees, his hand tangling in my hair as he pulled my head toward his heat. The laugh died in my throat.

Josh Lanyon

#44. And there I was, 225 pounds, perpetually lost and confused, short legs, ape-like upper body, all chest, no neck, head too large, blurred eyes, hair uncombed, 6 feet of geek, waiting for her.

Charles Bukowski

#45. Can I stay with you all night?" I murmured into his bare chest. He whispered into my hair, "I'm not letting go.

Trish Marie Dawson

#46. I rub my tender chest. Mandy did my back hair, too, and I don't know which side of me hurts worse. There is man-pain like a hammer striking your finger and then there is Epilady pain.

Stephanie Rowe

#47. Blue was standing over her, shaking out his wet hair like an annoying blue dog. Beads of water clung to the muscle of his chest. He was wiry, not buff like Henley, but his body made up for size with definition.
Nothing could make up for his personality.
"Stop dripping on me," Mira snapped.

Sarah Cross

#48. I've seen knives pierce the chest,
Children dying in the road
Crawling things hooked and baited,
Rapists bound and then castrated,
Villains singed in public square.
Yet none these sights did make me cringe
Like when my Love cut all her hair.

Roman Payne

#49. She kissed his chest. "Thanks for letting me into your heart."
He tucked her hair behind her ear. "You walked in like you had a key.

Lisa Kessler

#50. He kissed her, and knew he was trying to tell her the depth of how he felt. Even as he lost himself in her, felt her hair sweep across his face, his chest, her lips meet his skin, her fingers, he understood that there were people for whom one other was their missing part.

Jojo Moyes

#51. I've learned when you drink Absolut straight, it burns enough to give my chest hairs a perm.

Method Man

#52. His lips move against my hair. "I'm sorry, Senna."
I tremble. He's sorry? Him? "For what?" There is a million year pause.
"I couldn't save you this time."
I cry into his chest. Not because he couldn't. Because he wanted to.

Tarryn Fisher

#53. He shifted his body off of mine and tuckled me close against his warmth. I laid my head on his chest and listened to the comforting sound of his beating heart. Noah ran his hand through my hair. I'm glad you told me. This needs to be right for you and i'll wait, for as long as you need.

Katie McGarry

#54. Hair on a man's chest is thought to denote strength. The gorilla is the most powerful of bipeds and has hair on every place on his body except for his chest.

Anton Szandor LaVey

#55. He was in old pajama bottoms, with a towel flung over his shoulder, a paintbrush in one hand. There was paint on his bare chest and some in his hair...The black spiraling Marks winding down his torso, like vines wreathing a pillar.

Cassandra Clare

#56. If I hadn't already flown with him, I'd be scared. I'm above the water with nothing but his arms between me and an icy plunge. But his arms are wrapped tightly around me and his chest is warm. I lean my head against his muscular shoulder and close my eyes.
He rubs his cheek against my hair

Susan Ee

#57. The powerful wind swept his hair away from his face; he leaned his chest into the wind, as if he stood on the deck of a ship heading into the wind, slicing through the waves of an ocean he'd not yet seen.

John Irving

#58. All I wanted was eighteen holes of golf on Saturday afternoon, and instead I turned into Snow White with hair on my chest.

Stephen King

#59. He had golden-brown hair, the most vivid baby-blue eyes, and a body that belonged on the cover of Men's Health magazine. Her gaze roamed over his broad shoulders and down his chest.

Lia Davis

#60. She rolled toward him, nestling close and throwing her arm over his chest. Her fingers toyed idly with the hair there, sifting

Tessa Dare

#61. Baby," he murmurs, gripping me and hurling me up and into his chest. He wraps his big arms around me, and nestles his face into my hair. "You are the reason I fuckin' breathe.

Bella Jewel

#62. Thank you," she murmured a few minutes after their breathing had normalized.
"For what?" he laughed, tilting his chin to his chest so he could see her face as he pushed back the half ton of hair that had obscured it.
"For answering my question.

Jacquelyn Frank

#63. I had never seen so much hair on a man. It covered all of his face and grew way down to his chest, maybe lower, but he didn't have hair where it counted, on top of his head.

John Lame Deer

#64. I wanted to stay here forever, held tight to his chest, his fingers stroking my hair, his heart beating against my ear: you're-safe, trust-me, love-you. Love. Did I want him to love me? Yes. I wanted someone to love me.

C.J. Roberts

#65. He turns back to me, a strong hand swooping down and sculpting hair off my face, familiar looking arms curling back around me and cradling me into a chest harder and hotter than a mountain left baking in the Australian outback.

Poppet

#66. My day was looking up, until he spoke. "Looks like you forgot to brush your hair this morning." His eyes ran down my body, briefly stopping at my chest, which made me remember I didn't have a bra on. My breathing increased. "And you should really brush your teeth." What the hell?

Angela McPherson

#67. Abra looked at his sunny hair, tight-curled now, and at the eyes that seemed so near to tears, and she felt the longing and itching burn in her chest that is the beginning of love. Also, she wanted to touch Aron, and she did. She put her hand on his arm and felt him shiver under her fingers.

John Steinbeck

#68. As he'd slept one night, suffering from some nightmare, she'd gazed down at him with tenderness. Her chest had ached with feeling for him - as his continued to do for her. She'd smoothed hair from his brow, soothing him with soft words.

Kresley Cole

#69. Eyelids lowered, bringing his eyelashes into relief against his skin. No eyebrows, but yes to eyelashes. Hair on his head but none on his chest or arms. In this form, did he still have hair in his private regions?

Danielle Monsch

#70. But now he held her. He forgot to worry as much about waking her up. She turned her body to his, eyes closed, and curled herself around him. She pressed her cheek to her chest, and he felt the tickle of her hair in his neck and under his nose. Trust and love went together.

Ann Brashares

#71. She touched him everywhere she could reach. The rounded hardness of his biceps and chest, the ripped contours of his back, his thick, damp hair, until touching with his hands wasn't enough.

Melissa Cutler