Quotes About Skin

I felt the cool air against my skin and the tang of Christmassy anticipation in the air I breathed.

shouting to each other like drummers in rock bands calling out rhythms, pasting new skin on the veins of the city.

It was another sunny day, good for skin cancer and playing tennis.

many weighty books on magic that looked as if they had been bound in human skin at the beginning of time but had probably been mass-produced last week by a factory in Catford.

The hippopotamus is said to have a tender heart by those who have eaten that delicacy baked, so a thick skin is not necessarily a reliable index to what is inside the man.

Doctrine is nothing but the skin of truth set up and stuffed.

Unhappiness is a dangerous thing, like carbon monoxide. You don't smell it, you don't taste it, it's formless and colourless, but it poisons slowly. It seeps into every pore of your skin until one day your heart just stops beating.

My mom has really great skin; my dad has really good skin. I don't feel like I have to do a lot of work in regards to that.

Snapper is pretty forgiving for a white fish. The skin crisps up beautifully, which holds it together.

Treat your skin with natural homemade stuff that gives it respite from chemicals.

I felt a queasy mixture of relief and horror: when you finally stop an itch and realize it's because you've ripped a hole in your skin.

I wanted to slice barren into my skin. That's how I'd stay, my insides unused. Empty and pristine. I pictured my pelvis split open, to reveal a tidy hollow, like the nest of a vanished animal.

I paced a bit, tried to remember how to breathe right, how to calm my skin. But it blared at me. Sometimes my scars have a mind of their own.

When you finally stop an itch and realize it's because you've ripped a hole in your skin

A club of sunshine whacked me right between the eyes. Like to laid me out. Gah! An ill omen for sure. These bright days are never kind. Everybody I ran into would be just like the weather: warm and sunny. Argh! I was in the mood for low overcast and light drizzle, maybe with a frigid south wind. I peeled layers of fried skin off my eyeballs, took another look. Where there is life there is hope.

because the beautiful way he speaks in public is just another cloak he wears to hide what lies beneath his skin

In the storm-lit darkness, the beaded sweat and raindrops on her arm were like so many glittering stars, and her skin was like a span of night sky.

His face was unmarked, his skin showing no scar or scratch or faded bruise. It occurred to me, as I listened to his genial chatter, that it was likely he'd never been in a fight, or even closed his fist in anger. I envied him. When I allowed myself to look into the half-collapsed tunnel of the past, it seemed that I'd been fighting all my life.

However in the world did her skin come green? Nanny wondered, stupidly, for Melena blanched and Frex reddened, and the baby held her breath as if trying to turn blue to please them all. Nanny had to slap her to make her breath again.

I've worn makeup for so long, my skin needs it.

Wearing too much makeup definitely makes my skin worse.

Traveling is the worst for skin, and it shows instantly. Once you're working non-stop, you can instantly see it.

I have porcelain skin and tattoos all over my body, so the sun can be my worst enemy. I also am trying to never age, which is why you can always find me hiding behind massive sunglasses or under an umbrella when the sun is out!

I don't think girls realize that alcohol is just the worst for the skin.