Quotes About Tattoo

My only advice is don't tattoo some guy's name on yourself. Ever. I've done it twice. Twice! I'm in the process of getting both removed. It's the most painful thing imaginable.

I'm really glad I did not tattoo on my body 'cause I don't want them. So, permanence is a very scary thing to me, along with things that don't change at all.

Every tattoo I got with them is a mark of their friendship, and almost every time I have laughed in this dark place was because of them. I don't want to lose them. But I feel like I have already.

You can't miss your schedule. Every morning, you're supposed to stick your right arm in this contraption in the wall. It tattoos the smooth inside of your forearm with your schedule for the day in a sickly purple ink. 7:00—Breakfast. 7:30—Kitchen Duties. 8:30—Education Center, Room 17. And so on. The ink is indelible until 22:00—Bathing

Oh, they'll find him a job. Tattoo it on his paw every morning," I say.

Dante: Want me to get your name inked on me? How about on my arm? Jamie: No. That's boring. Dante: How about over my heart then? Jamie: No. That's corny. Dante: Is not. Jamie: Is too. Dante: We'll discuss it later.

I didn't have to say a word. My love for him appeared upon my flesh like virgin tattooed skin.

Connor smiles with mocking warmth at him, and glances at the tattoo on his wrist. I like your dolphin.

She leaves him alone with the arm. His arm. An arm that bears the unmistakable tattoo of a tiger shark.

She did know that once tattooed one could no longer expect to lie for all eternity in an orthodox Jewish cemetery. They wouldn't even bury women with pierced ears. A strange theory of mutilation from the people who invented cutting the skin off the pee-pee.

Would Jesus tattoo Leviticus 19:26 on His left thigh? The answer is clearly "No. He wouldn't." The simple answer to the question, "What would Jesus do?" is very simply, "The will of God." Jesus would obey His Father's will as expressed in Scripture.

Einstein told me I was smart. Maybe I'd get a tattoo of those words.

She was debating calling the lab and pushing for her tattoo when Peabody poked her head in. "We got—Hey, doughnuts." "You'll get yours. What have we got?" "Marc Tuluz. Want him in here or the lounge?" "Here's a puzzler," Eve began. "If we're in the lounge interviewing him, how many doughnuts will be in this box upon our return?" "I'll bring him in here.

Oh my God... Xhex's heart stopped as she looked at him in the mirror. Across his upper back, in a glorious spread of black ink...in a declaration that didn't whisper but shouted...in a billboard-size front with flourishes... Her name in the Old Language.

A hand landed on his shoulder like an anvil. "How'd you like to stay for dinner?" Butch looked up. The guy was wearing a baseball cap and had some kind of marking—was that a tattoo, on his face? "How'd you like to be dinner?" said another one, who looked like some kind of model.

Carving? Your name. My back. I can't fucking wait. Jane whistled under her breath. Do I get to do it? He barked a laugh. No! Come on. I'm a surgeon, I'm good with knives.

John's tattoo..Goddamn..He'd done it as a memorial to her-putting her name in his skin so she'd be with him always. After all, there was nothing more permanent than that-hell, that was why in the mating ceremony males got their backs carved up: Rings could get lost.

Z was the last to come over, and as he opened his arms wide, for some reason, the slave bands that had been tattooed around his throat and wrists stood out to her.

Christ, for all the crap that the people living in the mansion had been through, maybe V should design a tat they could each get on their asses.

Clearly his next tat needed to be more along the lines of a donkey. 'Cuz he was acting like an ass. -Rehv's thoughts

Vishous came into the room. The goatee he'd recently grown made him seem even more sinister than usual, although the tattoo around his left eye was what really put him into ominous territory.

Yay. Rah. Go, him. Next tat he got was going to be of the frickin' halo over his head. As

Strength is an empty shell. One cannot violate the promptings of one's nature without having that nature recoil upon itself. Show me a man with a tattoo, and I'll show you a man with an interesting past.

My whole back's tattooed. I just wanted a twist. I was always in punk bands when I was little... I think that's where the tie comes from.