Quotes About Skin

I spent all of my teenage years shoving sugar down my neck. And it didn't catch up with me until I was about 21 and my skin started getting really bad and my metabolism slowed down.

No Hindu community, however low, will touch cow's flesh. On the other hand, there is no community which is really an Untouchable community which has not something to do with the dead cow. Some eat her flesh, some remove the skin, some manufacture articles out of her skin and bones.

I'm very jolly by nature but I get very upset when my skin is bad, I dread leaving the house.

...Neruda was right about all mysterious women - The moon lives in the lining of their skin...

I have lots of desires - good body, nice skin, cute, beautiful, knows how to cook, concentrates on her work, a girl that's worth the respect.

In India, it's the rich who have problems with obesity. And the poor are darker-skinned because they work outside and often work without their tops on so you can see their ribs.

When I was living in Los Angeles, I always booked a moisturizing milk-and-honey massage the day before flying to Spain. It was heaven - I never got dry plane skin or felt stiff from sitting in one position.

Coconut oil is a must for everything. It is fresh from the earth, so it naturally works to moisturize my scalp, skin, hair and even helps to remove eye makeup. It also smells delicious. You can buy it at a beauty store or the grocery store.

Fashion shoots put an enormous strain on my skin and hair. So when I'm away from the cameras, I don't wear make-up, and I moisturise my skin with Aquasource by Biotherm.

As she stared at the ceiling that first night her body softly falling back into itself, she thought of how we dream of journeying on spaceships to other universes, other worlds, but really, for the forever, we're stuck here on the dirt and the only time we will travel anywhere truly unknowable is when we slip into the skin of another, venturing into their mysteries, always hoping for a safe landing.

Oftentimes you're breaking out because your face is lacking moisture or hydration.

I have dogs at home in Ohio, so it's always nice to see them and just be a lump and collect dog hair and dead skin cells.

I enjoy using coconut oil - not only for my skin and hair, but I'll digest it.

Oils have the most wonderful effect on the complexion due to their high affinity with the skin.

I don't have olive skin. Nobody could tell from my skin that I'm Mediterranean. I'm quite fair, and I do burn easily.

I see the skin from the inside out when I'm operating on it - I can see the dehydration and the abuse.

That was one of the strange things about grief. How it turned some into weights and reduced others to the molted skin of the person they'd been.

It is not so much light that falls over the world extended by your body its suffocating snow, as brightness, pouring itself out of you, as if you were burning inside. Under your skin the moon is alive.

Fear envelops bones like new skin, envelops blood with night's skin, the earth moves beneath the soles of the feet - it is not your hair but the terror in your head, like long hair made of vertical nails, and what you see are not shattered streets, but rather, within you, your own crushed walls, your frustrated infinity, again the city comes crashing down: in your silence, only water's threat is heard, and in the water drowned horses gallop through your death.

Under your skin the moon is alive.

The act of tattooing one's skin was a tranformative declaration of power, an announcment to the world: I am in control of my own flesh.

Yep those are goosebumps. Or a bad case of arm acne. Or as I call it, armcne.

When the mushrooms took hold she sensed some of the gods calling to her from inside her own chest and followed their urging outside into the yard and up the sunny slope into the trees. She felt all gooey, gooey with the slobbered love of various gods gathered within, and smiling full-time went about the woods looking to collect butterflies and pet them until they gave milk, or maybe roll in the dirt until she felt China through her skin.

Their aesthetic, if you haven't noticed, is about benign skin cancers, supernumerary nipples. Conventional tattoos belong firmly among the iconics of the hegemon. It's like wearing your cock ring to meet the pope, and making sure he sees it. Actually, it's worse than that. What are they like?