Quotes About Sun-kissed

My favourite beauty look is definitely '70s beauty - sun kissed skin, wavy hair and defined eyes.

I can definitely benefit from a self-tan, although I cannot say that I am the best at applying it. I'm just not gifted at those kinds of things! But bronzer for sure. Also, just using blush that has that kind of a sun-kissed color as opposed to a bright pink. I would rather have it be really sheer and just right where the sun would hit you.

No makeup can substitute for faces that have actually been under the sun.

Eres hermosa— le susurró. Ella observó de nuevo con esa mirada que se hace con un rápido parpadeo su rostro tostado por el sol, sus anchos hombros, su porte, su figura alta, inmóvil, que estaba a sus pies. Luego sonrió. En la sombría belleza de su rostro esa sonrisa era como el primer rayo de luz en una noche de tormenta, como una flecha fugaz y clara entre nubes sombrías, anunciadora del amanecer y del trueno.

He longed for the little cabin and the sun-kissed sea - for the cool interior of the well-built house, and for the never-ending wonders of the many books.

I don't want a tan, but I do love blushes in colors that give you that whole sun-kissed thing.

When you're tan, you feel better about yourself.

Everyone looks and feels better when they have a tan.

I'm actually more confident when I'm tan.

I do wear a lot less makeup in the summer, definitely - mainly because you've got a bit of a base tan.

I've gone to a tanning bed.

I'm not a tanning bed person at all, but I'll get a spray tan.

These were songs from Merrie England's springtime, and later, on Summer Solstice (1971), they would much better capture the mood of sun-kissed medieval Arcadia.

Bronzer keeps me glowing, and a little blush makes it look natural.

I just love to glow, glow glow, so with my skincare and makeup routine, I gravitate to products that help me achieve that sun-kissed, dewy look.

She had long blond hair and bright blue eyes, and her skin was deeply tanned.

I'm tanned from head to toe, and it looks like I've been in The Bahamas.

Nobody really knows her Except the chosen few Her secrets are kept hidden Behind that sun-kissed hue. If I reach out to touch her She'll just run away My Forever and Always Will have to wait another day.

I sat up. Terese Collins. Imagery flooded in—her Class-B-felony bikini, that private island, the sun-kissed beach, her gaze that could melt teeth, her Class-B-felony bikini. It's worth mentioning the bikini twice.

He looks sun-tanned. Real tanned, not the normal Welsh version, where an upper layer of skin might have taken a little colour, but the six layers beneath are still all white and scared and fragile.

I always take a less-is-more approach to my routine, and use products that create a sun-kissed glow that can transition from day to night.

I always wear bronzer because I love the way my skin looks when it's tan.

I love having a little bit of bronzer of some sort and I love looking golden.

For the first time in forever, he was stunned to silence. Not by her words, but by the tenderness in her hands, the worry in her eyes. He was an archangel. He'd been wounded far, far worse and shrugged it off. But then, there had been no woman with sun kissed by the sunset and eyes of storm gray to tear into him for daring to get himself hurt.