Quotes About Skin

Love your skin, give oil a go.

I love Dior products. They have this Capture Totale One Essential Skin Boosting Super Serum that gives you fresh, glowing, dewy skin.

I love skin. I don't believe the body is something to hide.

My skin is dead good. I think it must be a combination of being in love and Lucozade.

There is a shock that comes so quickly and strikes so deep that the blow is internalized even before then skin feels it. The strike must first reach bone marrow, then ascend slowly to the brain where the slowpoke intellect records the deed.

Your skin like dawn Mine like dusk. One paints the beginning of a certain end. The other, the end of a sure beginning. from Passing Time

His forehead was covered by wrinkles brought on by a lot of sun and too much frowning.

You can't do shiny skin for high-definition cameras without it looking awful. HD shows off all of your imperfections. Even selfies require a flawless finish.

We can't think of changing our skin color. Change the world - that's how we gotta think.

the night fell over me, and for a moment I lost my boundaries, feeling like the sky was my own skin

I was concious of Zach's breathing, his shirt pulled across his chest, one arm draped on the steering wheel. The hard, dark look of it. The mystery of his skin. It was foolish to think some things were beyond happening, even being attracted to Negroes. I'd honestly thought such a thing couldn't happen, the way water could nog run uphill or salt could not taste sweet. A law of nature.

When I looked up through the web of trees, the night fell over me, and for a moment I lost my boundaries, feeling like the sky was my own skin and the moon was my heart beating up there in the dark.

We can't think about changing our skin... change the world, that's how we gotta think.

I rubbed my finger across my cheek and the tip of it came back with a smear of ink. It seemed ironic, sad, beautiful, almost purposeful that I am the wife had been smudged onto my skin.

For nearly two years, I'd worn my grief for Jesus like a second skin. In all that time, the pain of his absence had not diminished. The familiar burning came to my eyes, followed by that sense I often got of wandering inside my heart, desperately searching for what I could never find—my husband. I feared my grief would turn to despair, that it would become a skin I couldn't shed.

Already, Seattle is taking hold of her. She still holds Sedona in the dry tan of her skin and in her hair, but the fine mist of the Northwest is making its way to places she didn't know were parched.

And yet there was something about his strength, his arrogance, his sheer size that got under my skin. He probably couldn't even spell vanilla. He was probably selfish in the sack. Probably selfish and greedy and...unsophisticated. And hung like a horse.

The twins didn't need to be infected with her resentment. Because resentment, she knew, once under the skin, festers. And spreads.

Her unintended striptease was all the more sensual because Belle was lowering her stocking with agonizing slowness not because she had an audience but because she seemed to love the feel of the silk sliding along her soft skin.

I think there's always the whole expectation that men can age and look fine, and girls have to be all conscious. But guys can also keep their skin intact.

Family quarrels are bitter things. They don't go by any rules. They're not like aches or wounds; they're more like splits in the skin that won't heal because there's not enough material.

Family quarrels are bitter things. They don't go by any rules. They're not like aches or wounds; they're more like splits in the skin that won't heal because there's not enough material.

Epidermis, epidermis! How could it mean so much, when underneath, all blood was red?

Her feminism is still only skin deep, an academic study. History, now fashionably related in the present tense, has deprived the past of its reality.