Quotes About Skin

And I will pretend That I don't know of your sins Until you are ready to confess But all the time, all the time, I'll know And you can use my skin To bury secrets in.

Melanin is the black pigment which permits skins to appear other than white (black, brown, red and yellow). Melanin pigment coloration is the norm for the hue-man family. If there are non-white readers who disagree with this presentation of white rejection of the white-skinned self, may I refer you to the literature on the currently developing sun-tanning parlors.

La conciencia de lo fácil que era morir me erizó la piel. Aunque lo sabía por experiencia propia, me impresionaba que la frontera entre la vida y la muerte fuera tan fina. La fragilidad de la vida. [pp.151]

It seems only yesterday I used to believe there was nothing under my skin but light. If you cut me I could shine.

It seems only yesterday I used to believe there was nothing under my skin but light. If you cut me I could shine. But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life, I skin my knees. I bleed.

Down through the ages man's heart has remained unchanged. Whatever the color of his skin, whatever his cultural or ethnic background, he needs the Gospel of Christ.

Reacting with our deep skin tissue, sunlight produces the vitamin D that is the greatest anticancer agent ever discovered.

L'unica superiorità che l'ometto sul banco dei testimoni poteva vantare sui propri vicini di casa consisteva nel fatto che, a strofinarlo con la liscivia e acqua molto calda, si sarebbe scoperto che la sua pelle era bianca.

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.

To think that each skull once had skin and flesh and was stuffed with gray matter—in varying quantities—teeming with thoughts of food and sex and dominance. All now vanished.

People lose fifty million skin cells every day. The cells get scraped off and turn into invisible dust, and disappear into the air. Maybe we are nothing but skin cells as far as the world is concerned.

It had been a long time since I felt the fragrance of summer: the scent of the ocean, a distant train whistle, the touch of a girl's skin, the lemony perfume of her hair, the evening wind, faint glimmers of hope, summer dreams. But none of these were the way they once had been; they were all somehow off, as if copied with tracing paper that kept slipping out of place. -from Hear the Wind Sing

Darkness had spread over my skin like ink.

I have sensitive skin, so I don't use regular razors. The Yankees make us stay cleanly shaven!

There's a common misconception that you don't need SPF during the grey winter months, but it's so important to protect skin from UVA/UVB rays year-round.

I think that there should be this thing for cover-ups on tattoos. I want to develop it. It's like a skin-toned transfer, and then all the make-up artist has to do is airbrush over it to blend it into the skin. There's nothing like that. At the moment, you literally have to go red and get it to skin color, which takes forever.

I have good skin, but it's dry - drier than you would think, considering I have Latin skin. It's fairly transparent, too, so I'm constantly trying to give it nourishment and moisture, but nothing really holds.

Because glass is at once structural and transparent, it is relatively easy to consider the integration of structural and environmental building performance within a single integrated skin.

Children, who made your skin white? Was it not God? Who made mine black? Was it not the same God? Am I to blame, therefore, because my skin is black?...Does not God love coloured children as well as white children? And did not the same Saviour die to save the one as well as the other?

The warmth of outside was shaved from my skin and fell in curls to the floor.

recall a chunk of amber in my family's cache of precious stones and gems. My skin looks like that now. Baltic amber trapped in sunlight.

For heaven shall be folded up like a scroll; and now is it stretched over us like a skin.

I had always liked my anorexic reflection. It meant seeing the parts instead of the whole. Each connection, each articulation of muscle, skin, and bone made explicit. Gert said that we all had distorted images of ourselves. Either fatter or skinnier than we really were. She said we hated our bodies, hated ourselves. I had never thought so.

Color can be measured in the depth of ones' skin, however character is measured by the content of ones' heart.