Quotes About Skin

The contact of two epidermises.

Maybe some love was guaranteed. Maybe it fit inside you and around you like skin and bones.

I love movies that have that resonating scare, that really get under your skin and make you think.

I always wear bronzer because I love the way my skin looks when it's tan.

Never has the promise of glowing skin been more dangerously apt than in the early years of the twentieth century when radium was commonly used as a featured ingredient in beauty products. (credit 7.11) Thanks

If your pillow is six years old (apparently average age for a pillow) it has been estimated that one tenth of its weight will be made up of sloughed skin, living mites, dead mites and mite dung.

Our seams don't burst, we don't spontaneously sprout leaks," says Nina Jablonski, professor of anthropology at Penn State University, who is the doyenne of all things cutaneous.

Where body meets air, we are all cadavers. These outer skin cells are replaced every month. We shed skin copiously, almost carelessly: some twenty-five thousand flakes a minute, over a million pieces every hour. Run a finger along a dusty shelf, and you are in large part clearing a path through fragments of your former self. Silently and remorselessly we turn to dust.

It is an arresting thought that all that makes you lovely is deceased. Where body meets air, we are all cadavers. These outer skin cells are replaced every month. We shed skin copiously, almost carelessly: some twenty-five thousand flakes a minute, over a million pieces every hour. Run a finger along a dusty shelf, and you are in large part clearing a path through fragments of your former self. Silently and remorselessly we turn to dust.

Never has the promise of glowing skin been more dangerously apt than in the early years of the twentieth century when radium was commonly used as a featured ingredient in beauty products. (credit 7.11)

Skin flakes are properly called squamae (meaning "scales").

If a breeze plays lightly on your cheek, it is your Meissner's corpuscles that let you know.*

Some varieties of Smokies salamander haven't even evolved lungs. (They breathe through their skin.) Most salamanders are tiny, only an inch or two long, but the rare and startlingly ugly hellbender salamander can attain lengths of over two feet.

professor and surgeon named Ben Ollivere (about whom much more in due course) gently incised and peeled back a sliver of skin about a millimeter thick from the arm of a cadaver. It was so thin as to be translucent. "That," he said, "is where all your skin color is. That's all that race is—a sliver of epidermis.

Right now, grazing in the divots on your head (and elsewhere on your oily surface, but above all on your head) are tiny mites called Demodex folliculorum

on your head) are tiny mites called Demodex folliculorum.

Eighty percent of cancers, known as carcinomas, arise in epithelial cells—that is, the cells that make up the skin and the linings of organs. Breast cancers, for instance, don't just grow randomly within the breast, but normally begin in the milk ducts.

Eighty percent of cancers, known as carcinomas, arise in epithelial cells—that is, the cells that make up the skin and the linings of organs. Breast cancers, for instance, don't just grow randomly within the breast, but normally begin in the milk ducts. Epithelial cells are assumed to be particularly susceptible to cancers because they divide rapidly and often.

That," he said, "is where all your skin color is. That's all that race is—a sliver of epidermis.

Names etched on the head of a pin, one name spanning a bridge, another undergoing a tunnel. A blue name needled into the skin, names of citizens, workers, mothers and fathers, the bright-eyed daughter, the quick son; alphabet of names in a green field, names in the small tracks of birds, names lifted from a hat or balanced on the tip of the tongue, names wheeled into the dim warehouse of memory. So many names, there is barely room on the walls of the heart.

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

Moms summarized. "So we have someone who was Spetsnaz, who was exposed to radiation and should have died but didn't, has had organ replacement and skin grafts at a level our science can't do, and armed with a weapon with metal we can't place." "Great," Nada muttered. "And he flies," Roland said. "Yo

Don't be upset. Don't listen to me. I only meant that I am jealous of a dark, unconscious element, something irrational, unfathomable. I am jealous of your toilet articles, of the drops of sweat on your skin, of the germs in the air you breathe which could get into your blood and poison you.

Other tissues that begin to adapt to the stretching process include the ligaments, tendons, fascia, skin, and scar tissue.