Quotes About Skin

I could smell his scent; a mixture of amber, honey and apples mixed with his own skin's oils and the brisk winter air. Something deep inside me responded to the fragrance. I felt as if I could lose myself in it. Wrap it around me like a cashmere shawl & be forever warmed.

speaking style pleased many voters, as did his reputation for shouting things that more conventional politicians were too timid to whisper. The senator's skin, however, was paper-thin, and he seemed not to care very much whether his startling disclosures had any basis in fact.

My whole life, I had waited for tragedy to find me. I never doubted that it would... A dozen times grief had scorched, but its fire had never burned through my skin. My madness in those days rose from a new certainty: that at last, I had met the thing the gods could use against me.

They did not see me as their dinner. They were pious men, honestly lost, and I would feed them, and if there was a handsome one amongst them, I might take him to my bed. It was not desire, not even its barest scrapings. It was a sort of rage, a knife I used upon myself. I did it to prove my skin was still my own.

and her skin shone luminous and impossibly pale, as if it drank light from the moon.

i could smell the sea. It was everywhere, in my hair, in my clothes, in the sticky damp of my skin. Even here in the grove, amidst the must of leaves and earth, the unwholesome salty decay still found me. My stomach heaved a moment, and I leaned against the scabbed trunk of a tree. The rough bark pricked my forehead, steading me. I must get away from this smell, I thought.

Between skin and skin there is only light. And there was my poetry.

Probably, I could count on one hand the number of times something I've said has caused a person to turn pale. Most of those cases would hail from my childhood, when I told one or both of my folks a particularly worrisome piece of news: that I had stepped on a nail in the basement; that kind of thing. Well, add that Saturday morning in early June to the list. Howard's pale skin went paler, as if you'd poured a glass of milk over a bowl of oatmeal.

A dozen times grief had scorched, but its fire had never burned through my skin.

Quando sorrideva, la pelle attorno ai suoi occhi si increspava come carta tenuta vicino a una fiamma.

Mis dedos siguieron de forma incesante el ritmo desbocado de su respiración. Sus párpados cobraron el color del cielo al romper el alba. Aquiles olía como la tierra después de la lluvia. Abrió la boca al proferir un grito inarticulado y nos estrechamos uno tan cerca del otro que sentí sobre mi piel el flujo caliente de su pasión.

His presence was like a stone in my shoe, impossible to ignore. His skin was the color of just-pressed olive oil, and smooth as polished wood, without scabs and blemishes that covered the rest of us.

Her skin, we suddenly remembered, was rumored to be gilded, her eyes dark and shining as the slick obsidian that we traded our olives for.

It was a sort of rage, a knife I used upon myself. I did it to prove my skin was still my own.

La presencia de Aquiles era como una china en el zapato, imposible de pasar por alto. Tenía la piel del color del aceite de oliva recién prensado y era suave como la madera pulida, sin las cicatrices y magulladuras de que estábamos cubiertos los demás.

She seemed exotic and strange, a mysterious siren with devilish companions and spell-caught whorls that gleamed alluringly all over her pearl skin.

But I trust I will live in my skin again, if life is sweet and long.

all touch starting to sicken, as if the cells of my skin were individually nauseated

Memories are like layers of your skin or layers of paint on a canvas.

What was in her retracted, slipped out easy as a snake shedding its skin.

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I could be happy never talking about tiny skin mites ever again," I said. "They come out when you sleep, you know." "I do now, thanks for that.

The skin was not skin at all, but bone. Ectoskeleton.

I'm jus' pain covered with skin.