Quotes About Skin

Skin has become inadequate in interfacing with reality. Technology has become the body's new membrane of existence.

One thing I know from living with Jack is that war, any war, stains a man deep, and nothing can get the stain out. They can wear clothes like a rancher or a banker, but the stains are under there, never far from the surface of their skin.

its more a trance, jonah said. the whole world is pressing in on me, like a weight on my chest, slowly pushing me down ans down. and there's nothing between me and this weight but my flimsy skin. Its not enough. It won't protect me. It doesn't keep anything out. The outside will keep pressing until my ribs are crushed.

We became a tribe recalling the founding two. Ducked in thru a door, we ate food from Reunion, island in an ocean some- where, we forgot which, ducked in, not a trace of them there. . . We clutched bodies, rubbed each other's limbs, less in love with skin than the memory of skin, skin's image, all the more extolling skin. . . Sexed insinuance, nixed insistence in retreat. . . Would-be what-if, what if. . . We wanted it back, big promise, portent, apocalypse, urgency, plummet, plunge

And then there was her face: her white skin, her brown eyes, and her expression, so soft and beautiful; she looked as though she were constantly getting ready to ask a question. Even an immaculately crafted doll could not have been as lovely.

'Teen Moms!' I started watching them like the first two seasons, and I stopped. I stopped because they are too young. I feel sorry for them. And I didn't watch that show 'Hoarders.' That thing would made my skin crawl.

The misery embedded in the house wasn't static. It lived and grew. Anna could feel it like a fungus on her skin. The touch of the sun burned it away.

excited. There were small blotches on his pale, thin

He was looking at her too hard; his eyes were startling against his dark skin, like burnished bronze, glowing and greening in summer sun.

I love to feel the sun rub against my pale northern skin, love its fingers reaching down into muscle and bone.

With food before me and sunshine on my skin, the dreams and strange mood faded as they always did.

Moisture from the camera trickled down her neck, as far as the collarbones, which rose and fell, rose and fell. I wondered if the water would still be cool or whether it would have warmed running down her skin.

That night she dreamt of seawater coursing over her glistening skin, of flying underwater and over it, and woke in the glimmer of dawn with a shivering yearning, delicious and unnameable.

Love, as it exists in society, is nothing but the exchange of two fantasies and the contact of two skins.

L'amour, tel qu'il existe dans la Société, n'est que l'échange de deux fantaisies et le contact de deux épidermes.

dead skin and is moist, so it is a great conductor. And it has so many nerves that Paul thought it would deliver a high-resolution image to the

I think women should start to embrace their age. What's the alternative to getting older? You die. I can't change the day I was born. But I can take care of my skin, my body, my mind, and try to live my life and be happy.

When we read Othello, we only behold the tempest of the passions and the wreck of a great soul; but when we see Othello, we are affronted by the color of the Moor's skin, and we are brought face to face with the vulgarities of the bolster!

As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

Bosnia is under my skin. It's the place you cannot leave behind. I was obsessed by the nightmare of it all there was this sense of guilt, and an anger that has become something much deeper over these last years.

The hospital issue was a pale beige color that made my Native-toned skin look greenish.

Then I placed the blade next to the skin on my palm. A tingle arched across my scalp. The floor tipped up at me and my body spilled away. Then I was on the ceiling looking down, waiting to see what would happen next...

He had attempted to preserve the skin like a hide, placing it in a solution of water and salt for about a week. He concluded that he must have used too much salt, because the skin broke into pieces and he had to throw it out. "It was very disappointing.

era una tortura, no se acababa nunca el tiempo en que el mundo real le abrasaba la piel.