Quotes About Skin

I've been misunderstood when it comes to women. I've got a big heart and a little brain. But I love women being women; there's something about their skin. I do love strong, independent women, but they are definitely complicated.

I think women should start to embrace their age. What's the alternative to getting older? You die. I can't change the day I was born. But I can take care of my skin, my body, my mind, and try to live my life and be happy.

If you get into Scientology, you will go to auditing. It's like therapy except that there is an E-meter between you and your auditor. That's a device that actually measures your galvanic skin responses. It's two metal cans that you hold. They used to be Campbell's Soup cans with the label scraped off.

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.

I have combination skin so if I wear too thick foundation, I can feel it sliding off in areas, and then I'm conscious of it all day.

How age enamels us, she would say. It builds up in layers and locks us inside our own skin, stopping us from breaking out, preventing the outside from burrowing in.

The sun snagged on his crooked skin.

The skin cannot change the eyes; the eyes are the true reflection of a man's age and sensibilities; even a blind man has hidden eyes.

Print is predictable and impersonal, conveying information in a mechanical transaction with the reader's eye. Handwriting, by contrast, resists the eye, reveals its meaning slowly, and is as intimate as skin.

Today on the way home, it snows. Big, soft caressing flakes fall onto our skin like cold moths; the air fills with feathers.

But in the closeness of the sewing room, Simon can smell her as well as look at her. He tries to pay no attention but her scent is a distracting undercurrent. She smells like smoke; smoke, and laundry soap, and the salt from her skin; and she smells of the skin itself, with its undertone of dampness, fullness, ripeness - what? Ferns and mushrooms; fruits crushed and fermenting.

I grew sodden with light; my skin on the inside glowed a dull red.

At night, Toby breathed herself in. Her new self. Her skin smelled like honey and salt. And earth

His face is long and mournful, like a sheep's, but with the large full eyes of a dog, spaniel not terrier. His skin is pale and looks unwholesomely tender, like the skin under a scab.

If you ask a human being what makes his flesh creep more, a bat or a bomb, he will say the bat. It is difficult to experience loathing for something merely metal, however ominous. We save these sensations for those with skin and flesh: a skin, a flesh, unlike our own.

And dusk fell because it suited his skin.

Maharet's skin, which had been so pale and almost luminous in life, so like the inner lining of a seashell.

He glanced up at me and then the figure who was questioning him, and I struggled, because I couldn't help it, to see what he was seeing-this vampire whose skin still glowed though it was tanned, and whose eyes were prismatic and undeniably fierce.

His face was all the more bright from the blood he'd drunk. Indeed the color was even now, and radiant overall, and his hair seemed all the fairer against his blushing skin. A tiny spider's web of veins lived within each of his eyes, not detracting one jot from their awesome lustrous beauty.

I had no fear of her recognizing anything abnormal in Lestat, what with his tanned skin, except perhaps his excessive beauty.

As for the vampire woman's skin it was perfectly white, and so totally without a touch of humanity that it sent a chill through me. But her expression, which manifested itself almost entirely by a smile, was cordial and curious in the extreme.

Skin was earth; it was soil. I could see, even on my own skin, the joined trapezoids of dust specks God had wetted and stuck with his spit the morning he made Adam from dirt. Now, all these generations later, we people could still see on our skin the inherited prints of the dust specks of Eden.

The scent of a faraway place lay on my skin.

Me enloquecía que estuviera tan lejos, fuera del alcance de mi doliente piel. Pero también había algo intenso en la incorporeidad, como si la distancia amplificase nuestra conexión.