Quotes About Skin

What I am is a heretic who's recanted, and thereby in everyone's eyes saved his soul. Everyone's eyes but one, who knows deep down inside that all he has saved is his skin.

Een huivering liep als op dunne spinnenpoten heen en weer over zijn rug, zette zich vast tussen zijn schouderbladen en trok met fijne klauwtjes zijn hoofdhuid strak naar achteren.

Ms. Harrison paled so that the makeup floated on her suddenly pale skin like impressionist water lilies.

Such kindness wasn't a gift but a goad, scraping against one's skin like a yoke of thorns. She would have preferred him stiff, defensive, even offensive.

The gloaming that closed over us the cemetery had crawled inside his skin.

Tell me how she behaves and I will imitate her. In the dark we are all meat and treacherous however our hair kinks or skin smells. Tell me, and I will give you the wedding-smile and fall into your arms like a mountain of silk.

I drew it over my skin like a violins bow, No one would ever hear the song of my shame.

Dermatology ... this young daughter of medicine ...

Sleeping AtlantisSilent cool watersdancing upon her skin ~silent cool waterushering dreams within...

For excellent health and a good skin color, I recommend that people sit next to a shady ultraviolet transmitting window when indoors.

The night surrounds, breathes across her skin. They're lost in the shadows of the moon.

The skin of her face, parched by the monotonous dietof salty rain, with tremendous effortgave wayto a smile.

Human enjoyment was a fragile skin drawn over a great depth of potential misery

There were, Mouritz believed, three forms of the disease: one which attacked primarily the skin, and which spread rapidly and horribly throughout the body; one which attacked the nerves, progressing more slowly and with less deformity; and certain borderline cases, a mix of the two. Haleola had the neural form;

Serpents are symbols of change and renewal. Like the earth they renew their fertility by replacing old skin with new. Since they could slither above and below the earth, they were considered keepers of the earth's secrets and hence symbols of occult lore.

The night is a skin pulled over the head of day that the day may be in torment.

We are but skin about a wind, with muscles clenched against mortality.

Beauty is self-defined, perceived and understood without ambiguity. It's the stuff that lies under the skins of our individual existences.

An hour later, I check my Facebook page. Violet has written: "Arrange whatever pieces come your way." My skin starts to burn. She's quoting Virginia Woolf back to me. My pulse has tripled its pace. Shit, I think. That's all the Virginia Woolf I know.

Never throw away squeezed lemon, but keep them for the day by the sink. Then you can use them to remove fish, onion or garlic smells from your fingers. Or you can stick them on your elbows while you are reading a book, to soften and whiten your skin.

That was the problem with being so pale. Well, that and not being able to go out in bright sunlight without turning the color of a lobster and starting to smoke slightly.

My heart pounded when its counterpart thumped beneath his skin. "How?" "I don't care," he said, and kissed me.

toca sus corazones, la piel empieza a transpirar a desear.

So here we are today with a new conversation. When University of Georgia plays Georgia Tech, it's uniform color versus skin color. We have - we've overcome that level of racial fear.