Quotes About Skin

First of all, the skin is the largest organ in the body, so if you're going to eat well for your heart or for your kidneys or for your liver, then, pretty much, that will help your skin as well.

Hatred, I think, is an organism that penetrates our skin in a mythic fashion and does not leave.

I respect footballers of any skin colour and any sexual orientation.

A tattoo is just one more way to identify a body.

Tattoos are just one more way to identify the body.

There is a loneliness that can be rocked. Arms crossed, knees drawn up, holding, holding on, this motion, unlike a ship's, smooths and contains the rocker. It's an inside kind--wrapped tight like skin. Then there is the loneliness that roams. No rocking can hold it down. It is alive. On its own. A dry and spreading thing that makes the sound of one's own feet going seem to come from a far-off place.

I am the Muskrat," said the wretched creature faintly. "A philosopher, you know. I should just like to point out that your bridge-building activities have completely ruined my house in the river bank, and although ultimately it doesn't matter what happens, I must say even a philosopher does not care for being soaked to the skin.

There followed a time when everything was dull. The things that had meant something lost importance, though they were still there, like bruises on the body that fade to hard lumps under the skin.

What?" Undauntable could sense a new simmering rage building under his father's skin. "But there was a dead dragon! The last two spies said he has its tail!

But he finally caught and killed some kind of large, warty pig with leathery skin,

Insects might still delude Maturin and pierce his skin, but at this late stage it was difficult for women to do so.

Sensation is an element of what I do, and why not? It's not sensational for the sake of being sensational, but it's sensational art... It's like touching skin.

Organized shuffleboard has always filled me with dread. Everything about it suggests infirm senescence and death: it's a game played on the skin of a void, and the rasp of the sliding puck is the sound of that skin getting abraded away bit by bit.

Art soaked it in alcohol to toughen it up and draw out the water. (If he'd had the opposite problem—if the skin had been dry and stiff—he'd have soaked it in Downy fabric softener; I'm sure the makers of Downy would be pleased to know that their product makes even mummified human skin soft and fragrant.)

His silver skin laced with his golden blood.

I was shivering with cold. The woman filled the pitcher again and repeated the process, but it looked less like a shower than a snake shedding its skin. The water slipped off her body like a transparent skin. "Unless I do this, I can't forget the bad things. Instead of screaming out loud, I freeze the screams and rinse them from my skin.

You cannot say— A body translates its you— you there, hey you even as it loses the location of its mouth. When you lay your body in the body entered as if skin and bone were public places, when you lay your body in the body entered as if you're the ground you walk on, you know no memory should live in these memories becoming the body of you.

On the outside grows the furside, on the inside grows the skinside;So the furside is the outside, and the skinside is the inside.

She turns her head away, but through the thin film of her veil he can see her skin glow. Because women will coax: tell me, just tell me something, tell me your thoughts; and this he has done.

But he thinks, no, none of us can stand anything. Scrape our skin, and beneath it there is an infant, howling.

I wonder about death, I who may never know it. It looks much like ecstacy, the way they open their mouths as they drown, the way their fingers dig into your skin. Their eyes are wide and startled and they trash in your hands as though with an excess of passion.

I drive him to school, then I break back into Barron's house. I'm the best kind of thief, the kind that leaves behind items equal in value to those he's stolen. Then I go home and shave until my skin is as slick as any slickster's.

His wax-white skin was cool to the touch when she brushed his neck to find the knot of cloth. She'd never been this close to a vampire,never realized what it would be like to be so near to someone who didn't breathe, who could be as still as any statue. His chest neither rose not fell. Her hands shook.

He shakes his head, still smiling. "No. It's funny how you get under his skin." --- "Like a splinter?" I say. --- "Of iron. No one else bothers him quite the way that you do.