Quotes About Her Skin

#1. Will," she whispered against his mouth. She wanted him closer to her so badly, it was like an ache, a painful hot ache that spread from her stomach to speed her heart and knot her hands in his hair and set her skin burning. "Will, you need not be so careful. I will not break.

Cassandra Clare

#2. She clutched him, her fingers digging in like she needed to gather parts of him to act as her own second skin for the rest of her life.

Melina Marchetta

#3. She couldn't walk away from him again. Her heart couldn't take it and she didn't think his could either. When she'd left him, it had been like cutting off a limb. And she had, essentially. Because Ian was a part of her, embedded in her skin, her soul.

Katie Reus

#4. He had touched her. Bare skin to bare skin. She needed a bleach wipe. She would absolutely use a bleach wipe on her leg. Even if it ate her flesh off.

Gwenn Wright

#5. She screamed - more like a week. She informed me that a woman who doesn't have an orgasm a day will get dry skin, and lines. According to her you should rub your lover's semen into your forehead.

Hanif Kureishi

#6. Kept dreaming of this spot she had on her neck, this tiny country. I wanted to visit, to paint a picture of what I found there, a wall with a road map of her skin.

Cath Crowley

#7. I am the serpent that devours her own tail--her own tale. If you tell a tale well enough, it becomes a path to follow. I shed my skin and begin again.

Mary Sharratt

#8. Her suffering was her armour. Gradually it became her skin. Then she could not take it off.

Jeanette Winterson

#9. I could see her will leaving and death seeping through her skin to skewer her soul.

J.D. Stroube

#10. She was eighty-five, and her sleep was as thin as her skin.

Stephen King

#11. I am obsessed with becoming a woman comfortable in her skin.

Sandra Cisneros

#12. Tell her that you love her hair, that you love her skin, her lips, because, in truth, you love them more than you love your own.

Junot Diaz

#13. Shut up!" Dacia digs her nails into my skin. "You do not do the talking. I do not need you to tell me about your other phantom . . ." She waves her hands, like she can't find the word. "The dead-in-your-head people.

Rysa Walker

#14. The instant Isabella Cortez left the safety of the FBI building, goose bumps skittered across her skin and her senses went on high alert.

Elizabeth Heiter

#15. Amy pulls away and looks into my face. Her pale skin is blotchy red, her eyes are veined and shadowed, and a shiny line of snot trickles from her nose to the top of her lip.
She wipes her face and with her arm, smearing tears and mucus. She never looked more BEAUTIFUL to me.

Beth Revis

#16. Isobel's face burned. Her skin tingled where he'd touched her, with an almost imperceptible electricity that she couldn't be sure if she was imagining. Like the tips of her fingers had somehow fallen asleep.

Kelly Creagh

#17. That's the beauty of the cure. No one mentions those lost, hot days in the field, when Thomas kissed Rachel's tears away and invented worlds just so he could promise them to her, when she tore the skin off her own arm at the thought of living without him.

Lauren Oliver

#18. The snow wasn't deep - in many places its crust was firm enough that they actually walked on top of it - but the wind was surgical, a precision instrument with needles for teeth, and it found even the tiniest exposed places on her skin, attacking them.

Joe Schreiber

#19. Taking her slick palm, he flattened it once more. And then with his free hand, he signed against her skin in slow, precise positions:
L.O.V.E.U.4.E.V.E.R

J.R. Ward

#20. He was conscious of an emptiness that made him see Komako's life as beautiful but wasted, even though he himself was the object of her love; and yet the woman's existence, her straining to live, came touching him like naked skin. He pitied her, and he pitied himself.

Yasunari Kawabata

#21. I've wanted to taste them and suck on them since I walked in on you the other day," I admitted, my lips against her skin as I kissed the other breast. "I've wondered if they taste as sweet as they look.

Mia Sheridan

#22. He might be out of her skin, but she'd left him as something other than what he'd been before- not moral, but not strong enough to deserve the title of Dark King.

Melissa Marr

#23. Marlee, what are you doing? Get under a tent before you burn your skin."
She gave me a polite smile. "I'm happy here."
"No, really," I said, putting a hand around her arm. "You'll look like my hair.

Kiera Cass

#24. She wore her scars, and looked as best as she could. He made her comfortable and removed them one by one. She stood bare in front of him. He kissed her naked soul and tattooed a promise on her skin

Himanshu Chhabra

#25. There's a lady slumped on the edge of the landing and her face is gone, replaced by melted skin and blood. Mark feels as if he's been given a glimpse into hell.

James Dashner

#26. Each time, Jane's heart banged, her skin chilled, and she clamped down on the distracting ache in her gut with a bowl of something naughty, like Cocoa Pebbles.

Shannon Hale

#27. Her hands and feet were bound so tight it buried in her skin so far it was not visible

Bernie Haynerk

Stuart Francis

#28. 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.

Hilary Mantel

#29. To deal with life and her many challenges, you have to have thick skin like a rhinoceros".

Abdulazeez Henry Musa

#30. A radiant glow enveloped Alaura. Soft eruptions of various shades of effervescent green danced in the air and frolicked in the locks of her dark blonde hair. Whispers of yellows and blues revealed themselves near the skin, kissing the air with each leap.

Diane Lynn McGyver

#31. who's the fairest of them all?" "Silly question," a voice said. Emily nearly jumped out of her skin. "Fairest is a subjective measure. One man's fairest woman might be another man's ugly cow.

Christopher G. Nuttall

#32. 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.

Natsuo Kirino

#33. Someday I'd have to tell her about Ed Gein, whose mother dressed him as a girl for most of his childhood. He spent most of his adulthood killing women and making clothes out of their skin.

Dan Wells

#34. At night, Toby breathed herself in. Her new self. Her skin smelled like honey and salt. And earth

Margaret Atwood

#35. The loose skin on her face had been lifted. Her nose was smaller. Her teeth were capped. The lines on her forehead had been erased. Her eye bags had disappeared. Her wrinkles had gone. Her breasts were much, much bigger. But she was still limping.

David Walliams

#36. I am sixteen when my mother steps out of her skin one frozen January afternoon- pure self, atoms twinkling like microscopic diamond chips around her, perhaps the chiming of a clock, or a few bright flute notes in the distance- and disappears. No one sees her leave, but she is gone.

Laura Kasischke

#37. But she's still afraid that the more she misses him
his face, his skin, the way he looked at her
and the more hope she has that she'll see him again, the more she has to lose.

Julianna Baggott

#38. Terry," Jennelle waved a hand in front of her monitor, disrupting Terry's view, "he has a tattoo on his back! I know this because his shirt is untucked and starting to ride up. This means skin, hun.

Kate Whitaker

#39. Say something," he whispered against her skin.
"I want more," she whispered just as quietly.

Elizabeth Finn

#40. The marriage broker had assured her the groom's family was more concerned about the colour of Malli's skin than the size of her dowry.

Rasana Atreya

#41. Sure she'd found males attractive. But wanting them? Needing to feel their skin? Taste their lips? Run her fingers through their hair as she growled and begged them for all things dirty?
Not until now.
Until Jean-Baptiste.

Alexandra Ivy

#42. He broke away to catch his breath, but his mouth was soon drawn back to her skin, kissing her temple, her forehead, one cheek, then the other. "Mr. Weston," she breathed shakily. "I . . . I think - " "I think you might call me Henry at this point, don't you?" he teased.

Julie Klassen

#43. Her skin is pale as watermelon sucked free of its juices.

Jaclyn Moriarty

#44. I was wrong." Taz whispered against her soft skin as he tried to process what in the hell was going on with him. "It's not me that's dangerous, it's you.

Avery Flynn

#45. I want you like this,crying out for me to release you but wanting it to go on for all eternity," he whispered against her skin. "Pleading with me to end this, begging me to never stop. It is there in your mind.I hear you, see your fantasies.I know each of them, and I will fulfill every one.

Christine Feehan

#46. James couldn't help it, he smiled. Charlotte was the strangest girl he'd spent time with lately, not because she was weird or even kinky, but because sweetness seemed to pour from her skin like molasses.

Eve Dangerfield

#47. I've had to guess at her, sewing her skin together as I sew mine, though with a different stitch

Adrienne Rich

#48. There are machines that can get rid of your cellulite, so I want to do that. And my friend has just had a machine that has worked on her neck and tightened the elasticity of the skin. You just need a day off work afterwards, so I'm thinking, why not?

Carol Vorderman

#49. She's not wearing makeup so her face just looks like skin.

Chuck Palahniuk

#50. Troy smiled down at her, and her heart jumped into her throat. The lights turned his skin colors. Red, green, blue. Glimpses of every shade of Troy, and they all looked good. The song ended, and the world seemed to stop, just her and Troy, standing in the middle of the floor.

Cindi Madsen

#51. 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.

J.R. Ward

#52. Funny, she had all that ink on her skin to protect her from ghosts and magic, and he were damn sure doing what he could to protect her outside that, but weren't anything he could do to keep her safe from the memories. He

Stacia Kane

#53. She does not faint at my touch. She might not faint, but swooning was a definite possibility if he kept drawing on her skin like that.

Elizabeth Hunter

#54. Bit it was her scent that just about killed him. Clean skin. Woman. And something more - something that made him feel like dispensing with five thousand years of civilization, dragging her off to a cave somewhere, and filling her with babies.

Pamela Clare

#55. A small mole marked the corner of her right eye, as if the devil had pressed a dark kiss to the tender skin there, giving her his mark before unleashing her on humanity.

Meredith Duran

#56. His lips pressed against her forehead and she felt him smile against her skin. "Believe me ... the only place in the world I want to be is wherever you are."
-Grant Morgan

Lisa Kleypas

#57. Nani's allegiance is to her anger
and
anger
runs deeper than blood and skin.
It's set in bone
and bone, once broken,
never
heals the same.

Holly Bodger

#58. Were it not for the melanin in our skin, myoglobin in our muscles and haemoglobin in our blood, we would be the colour of mitochondria. And, if this were so, we would change colour when we exercised or ran out of breath, so that you could tell how energized someone was from his or her colour.

Guy Brown

#59. Beyond the mask she is witness to his glorious soul. Exposed to the elements, she warms her skin in his light and essence of being.

Truth Devour

#60. Lou popped up often in his daydreams: her warm eyes, creamy skin, even her scars. Where were those from? Not many women could pull off the drunken-mess look, but Lou had been adorable and charming and a bit intoxicating. And the cake- he couldn't forget the smell of that coconut cake.

Amy E. Reichert

#61. I slept and saw God's forge in frost. Its hearth was quelled, and as it cooled so swooned the verdancy it kept above. In slumber it grew a thick winter skin, white as bedsheets. In their folds the waker dreamt, her breath as steam, her touch as hot as iron, forgotten in the fire.

Andrew Hussie

#62. He jumped lightly to the ground and turned to help Ada down. He lifted her, his hands around her waist. Mercy, but the woman felt good in his arms. Smelled good too, like warm skin and some kind of exotic flower.

Dorothy Love

#63. I read her thoughts and I found the poetry inside of her, beneath the misfortune of warts and pockmarked skin, of hunched shoulders and deformed limbs. I loved her. Indeed she became, whole and entire, quite beautiful to me - . And she came to love me with her whole heart.

Anne Rice

#64. One small hand lifted to the shower head and he stilled. He'd yet to see her skin; the dragon had claimed her on scent alone.

Setta Jay

#65. She lifts the white gown. "The prince loves white." Her fingers caress the satin. "He had your betrothal gown made just for you."
( ... ) Anger boils under my skin. "Then he can wear it," I snap.

Trisha Wolfe

#66. His skin felt so war, and I wondered that in all her lectures upon proper behaviour, Anna had failed to mention that behaving improperly was much more fun.

Natasha Solomons

#67. Sea breeze on her face, sun caressing her skin, Alexis couldn't help but feel at peace. The beach was her sanctuary.

Lindsay Chamberlin

#68. Well, I reply, using the calm tone I know gets under her skin. I wish I was noble enough not to enjoy it, but I came to terms with my lack of nobility long ago.

Amie Kaufman

#69. Is this okay?" she whispered, her breath hot against my skin.
"God, yes," I panted, the entire forest disappearing around me. It was only her. Only her fresh scent, the feel of her weight on top of me, her hands, her skin, her lips. Only her.

Mia Sheridan

#70. There's something magical about a woman who feels comfortable in her own skin.

Brooke Burke

#71. Nyx rubbed the ointment onto her new, darker skin. She was nearly as dark as Suha now. She supposed it would protect her from more cancers, but it was funny-looking. At least her face was the same. At least her face didn't look Chenjan.
I'm never going to get laid again, Nyx thought.

Kameron Hurley

#72. I lowered my mouth to her ear. "That sound you make when I touch you, I want to hear it." My hand slid beneath her t-shirt, and my thumb trailed beneath her bra and across the bare skin of her breast.
A soft sigh fell from her lips.
My tongue traced her ear. "That's it.

Tess Oliver

#73. He had seen her painted sign by the road: Skin Illustration! Illustration instead of tattoo! Artistic!

Ray Bradbury

#74. I once heard someone on a bus say that this guy had gotten under her skin. And it struck me as a remarkable thought - that someone would affect you so deeply they'd always be a part of you.

Jodi Picoult

#75. I don't look at the wound. I don't need to. I watched the Commandant as she carved it into me, a thick-lined, precise K stretching from my collarbone to the skin over my heart. She branded me. Marked me as her property. It's a scar I'll carry to the grave.

Sabaa Tahir

#76. Aaron flicked his fingers at her. "Eyes, lips, tits, soft skin, hair, vanilla scent, ass, tits again, then your scar. You telling me about it won't change the order. Your eyes have me first regardless.

T.S. Joyce

#77. The putrid carnal waste dump my skin and hair had become. An irate woman beating me with her placenta would have been more welcome than the copious amount of ... snot gluing my fingers together.

Cecy Robson

#78. The world beyond the hidden garden vanished from her awareness. There was only this place, this patch of Eden, sunny and quiet and blazing with unearthly color. The mixed scents of lavender and warm male skin were all around her... too delicious... too compelling...

Lisa Kleypas

#79. You will never go there. You have a problem with Mac, you work it out with me. I am her shield, I am her second F***ing skin.

Karen Marie Moning

#80. Dorcas's skin was flecked with little golden freckles, and she was so slender that I was always aware of her bones; yet she was more desirable in her imperfections than Jolenta had ever been in the lushness of her flesh.

Gene Wolfe

#81. Became a woman who learned her own skin and dug into her soul and found it full.

Anne Sexton

#82. Kezia could've guessed from the soapy scent wafting over her shoulder. Soap and something else. The XY factor that made some men smell so good you just wanted to lick the nearest inch of available skin.

Tracey Alvarez

#83. Somewhere over the Atlantic, at thirty-five thousand feet, she wrapped herself around me, and my brain decided to equate her scent, the sound of her voice, the feel of her skin, with comfort.
I have no idea how I'm supposed to dissuade myself of this notion, and I am not yet ready to try.

Kristen Callihan

#84. What if they'd brought some weapon with them, or are launching an assault on the Mokshi right now? How can you or her trust people who are no better than bandits?" I gaze at the human skin stretched over the table. Zan follows my look and quiets. "We are all villains here," I say.

Kameron Hurley

#85. One of her hands is slowly tracing up and down from my waist to my arm. The feel of her hands against my skin is something I never want to become a memory.

Colleen Hoover

#86. Harley studied his erection, lightly running her fingers over the smooth skin. His cock jumped at her touch. It was a pretty penis, she had to say. Good length, pleasing circumference. Not too big, not too small ... the Goldilocks of cocks. Just right.

Erin McCarthy

#87. She must have really loved him to leave her home for the Seam. I try to remember that when all I can see is the woman who sat by, blank and unreachable, while her children turned to skin and bones. I try to forgive her for my father's sake. But to be honest, I'm not the forgiving type.

Suzanne Collins

#88. The best fragrance is the scent of water, the fragrance of dew and rain falling on plants. Water is the essential element, a source of life and energy. A perfume that, like a garment, moves to suit the woman, her skin. A perfume that embraces a woman.

Issey Miyake

#89. Part of you is the wind," he murmured. "Oui, that is true. But even the wind sometimes rests."
Shaking her head, she slid her hand around the back of his neck, soaking in the intrinsically male heat of his skin.
"Then consider me an endless storm.

Nalini Singh

#90. Her skin literally glowed. It was as if she had swallowed the moon and couldn't keep the light from pouring out of her.

Liz Schulte

#91. It made him crazy, looking down into her beautiful eyes, at her creamy soft skin, knowing he couldn't touch her.

Trinity Faegen

#92. I've found her, she is how the story tells. Black hair, pale skin, perfect body. And her eyes, oh, her eyes! She hurts with her eyes. I saw her at the School. Two pink diamonds. It's she, I perceive the fire. I finally found the Maid of Flames.

Chiara Cilli

#93. And Morwen lost control.
A quick bite and deep, and a flap of skin fell in her throat, sweet and juicy. Galadir pushed her away with all his might, backing away. Morwen put her hand over her mouth, shutting her eyes.

Chiara Cilli

#94. And he pictured her down below, turning slowly in the currents, her skin pale blue in the cold rays of sunlight slanting down through the water, her hair flowing lazily around her face.

Richard Laymon

#95. The majority of Latin actresses in Hollywood were always playing either spitfires or maids. Now here is a woman who comes in and does leads opposite white people and black people and other Spanish people, and she's comfortable in her skin? Gasp! How dare she?

Rosie Perez

#96. We can't heal forever. It was her time, and I miss her so much. But I can still hear her singing in the wind," I said, rising to my feet. "Sometimes when the sun warms my skin, I feel her love. She's a part of everything now, so she's always with me.

Dannika Dark

#97. Despite her light skin, despite the obviousness that more of her ancestors had owned slaves than had been them, how could she lose? We're open like that. We like to know that people love us; we don't care how they look.

Tiphanie Yanique

#98. For the love of mercy, I cannot walk into mediation with a swollen vagina, Cash. Please."
I smile against her thigh, rubbing my scratchy face against the softness of her skin.
"Is that what I'm doing?" Innocence - fuck no. I can't even fake that shit.

Pella Grace

#99. The poor wretch, she had given up so much and could yet smile at her trouble. He himself had never surrendered to anything in life - that was what life demanded of you - surrender. For reward it gave you love, this swarthy, skin-deep love that exacted remorseless penalties.

A.E. Coppard

#100. I'm not normal, Tate."
"I know." Her hand was working its way under my shirt, then touching my skin, sliding over my chest and stomach. "Does this feel good?"
I closed my eyes and nodded.
"You're normal enough.

Brenna Yovanoff