Quotes About Her Skin

#1. 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

#2. It seemed a lifetime ago i'd lain in bed with Lena and felt her breath tickling my chin and held her while she slept, felt her heart beating through her skin to mine.
it was a lifetime ago. everything was different.

Lauren Oliver

#3. Time slowed. He was thinking in colors and sensations now, not words. The curve of her breast. The shimmer of her skin. The way her breath caught when he touched her - there.

Rebecca Rivard

#4. The idea of marrying Lukan made her skin crawl. He was a Chenayan. She, a Norin. He was her conqueror. She, his conquered. He had been born and raised to lord over her. She had been born and raised to hate him. They might as well have been different species.

Gwynn White

#5. You'll give her name. In the stitches of her skin she'll wear your say.

Eimear McBride

#6. She was asleep. In my car.
I stood next to the passenger side for a minute, looking down at her. The sun made her skin seem translucent and bloodless. For a moment, it didn't matter why I was falling in love with her. Just that I was.

Tessa Gratton

#7. She is nearing forty and not so easily forgiven as when her skin bloomed like roses.

Steve Martin

#8. Her skin tasted expensive.

Jenny Downham

#9. Meg was all natural. She didn't wear a lot of makeup, but her skin was so smooth, dotted with angel kisses, as his mother called freckles. He wanted to trace those freckles with his tongue, kiss each one and see if they covered her whole body or only parts kissed by the sun.

Tamara Hoffa

#10. We stand there, neither one of us speaking or moving, for several minutes. There's not a single kiss passed between us, not a single graze of my hand across her skin, not a single word spoken ... yet somehow, this is the most intimate moment I've ever shared with anyone.
Ever.

Colleen Hoover

#11. Her skin glowed, her hair was luxurious, her eyes sparkled, and her tits were even more fantastic.

Alice Clayton

#12. 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

#13. She was here, with him, and she felt like heaven. The soft scent of her hair, the slight taste of salt on her skin - she was, he thought, born to rest in the shelter of his arms. And he was born to hold her.
-Benedict's thoughts

Julia Quinn

#14. What the heck. He'd gone this far, might as well go for broke. He slid his fingers along the curve of her cheek, relishing the softness of her skin.

"I haven't felt so happy in... I can't even remember

Denise Hunter

#15. She had sand in her mouth and between her toes, the briny wind raising goose bumps on her skin, and the sweetest, spellbound feeling spilling from her heart.
She could, at that moment, have died for him.

Lauren Kate

#16. The Brown decision promised that every child, regardless of the color of his or her skin, would have unequivocal access to quality education and an equal opportunity to pursue his/her dreams.

Ed Markey

#17. I kissed the scars on her skin. I still think you're beautiful, and I don't ever wanna lose my best friend

Pierce The Veil

#18. her skin nearly transparent, as if her body was halfway to heaven already, with only her fierce, eaglelike gaze left behind.

Jennifer Bernard

#19. For a heartbeat, the silence peeled back long enough for that question to worm its way into her skull, into her skin, into her breath and bones. And in the dark, she remembered.

Sarah J. Maas

#20. However in the world did her skin come green? Nanny wondered, stupidly, for Melena blanched and Frex reddened, and the baby held her breath as if trying to turn blue to please them all. Nanny had to slap her to make her breath again.

Gregory Maguire

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

Lindsay Chamberlin

#22. Matrona imagined her flush was made of thousands of biting ants, and the soft breeze blew them off her skin as she walked, carrying them back into the wood.

Charlie N. Holmberg

#23. Karl ached to stroke her, to explore her delicate features with his hand and reveal what the paltry candle light could not; the feel of her hair, the curvature of her neck, the warmth of her skin.

Jack Croxall

#24. He looked past the surface of her skin, down to the true marrow of her thoughts.

Calia Read

#25. 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

#26. Thinking: I wanna walk across water
like sound, as her skin remembers a distant
prickling, another season,
a sun and a wind that lifts her hairs

Toby Fitch

#27. The red priestess shuddered. Blood trickled down her thigh, black and smoking. The fire was inside her, an agony, an ecstasy, filling her, searing her, transforming her. Shimmers of heat traced patterns on her skin, insistent as a lover's hand.

George R R Martin

#28. 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

#29. Are you okay now?" she asked. Hell, she wasn't sure if she was okay. She felt as if she could crawl right out of her skin and all they'd done was kiss.
"If I tell you no will keep kissing me?

Savannah Stuart

#30. Sam's hand brushed her shoulder, and she almost jumped out of her skin as he brought his mouth close to her ear and murmured, "You look beautiful. Though I bet you already know that." She most certainly did.

Sarah J. Maas

#31. The feel of her skin as she struggled beneath, the life inside, the death without. The breaching of life and death, of survival uncaged inside him: a dark beast with violence and sex in its soul.
In his soul.

Mav Skye

#32. The man's hands had a terrible unsettling power over her. He didn't brush or lightly graze her skin. He stroked her, caressed her, as if he wished to give her pleasure rather than take his own.

Christy Carlyle

#33. This was what she couldn't get enough of, not if she lived forever: Harry on her skin, Harry's grateful kisses on her neck, Harry and Olive, teeming and sated, brimming over with each other, as if this house and this world had been built by God's hands for their love alone.

Beatriz Williams

#34. No, we wern't telling Teresa. Because she had that same smell on her skin too, that dead hoocow's awful sterile rot, and until I had some answers to throw in her face I was pretending everything was fine.

Joan Frances Turner

#35. she suddenly wondered how it would feel to fall into those frigid depths with her skin as hot as it was when Gabriel looked at her as if he never wanted to let her go.

Cole McCade

#36. 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

#37. Johanna Mason is naked again and oiling her skin down for a wrestling lesson.

Suzanne Collins

#38. His heart hurt, like it was being squeezed in an iron fist. He heard some kind of sound come out of his throat, and then he wrapped her up tight in his arms and tucked his head against her neck, letting the soft warmth of her skin soothe him.

Susan Fanetti

#39. Meet me backstage later?"

The deep voice whispered along her skin and her body hummed in appreciation. She turned her focus to the eyes shaded under the cap.

Eden Summers

#40. Unable to help herself, she traced the tat, startled by the black and red ink mixed together. But it was the dragon design itself that made her skin prickle with awareness, appreciation. Soul-sucking desire.

Donna Grant

#41. No real lady would let a dress that might have been worn by a stranger touch her skin.

Cassandra Clare

#42. Around her hair there was a saffron aureole, and her skin was a sea shell ...

Anais Nin

#43. She was in love with the Great Sultan of Kad. And this was no crush. It was as real as the sun rising each morning, as the blood in her veins and the curve of the rail under her fingers. She felt the truth in every nerve, every inch of her skin.

Cate Rowan

#44. With Lizard, I felt overwhelmed by the desire to touch her skin, to kiss her, hold her, make love to her,no matter how it happened, I just had to have her, Lizard and no one else. Right then and there. Tears came to my eyes, I wanted her so much.

Banana Yoshimoto

#45. Where were you?" Shahrzad tried to control the tremor in her voice.
"Not where I should have been."
"This morning and last night."
His breath fanned on her skin as he bent toward her ear. "This morning, I was not where I should have been. Last night, I was not where I wanted to be.

Renee Ahdieh

#46. You're a monster, little killer, I whisper against her skin. A perfect monster.

L.P. Lovell

#47. His knuckles brushed against her skin and lightning cracked through him, left him paralyzed, rooted to the earth. His heart should not be making that sound.

Leigh Bardugo

#48. How did you know what I was thinking?" Her body jolted at the touch of his hand, wanting more than his hand touching her.
"I know these things. I can read your mind."
"Oh." A heat singed her skin.
"I know about your husband, Richard. He's not good.

Nancy Glynn

#49. 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

#50. She couldn't get any farther away inside from her skin. She couldn't get away.

Cynthia Voigt

#51. Her heart was beating a marathon somewhere in the region of her throat, her skin felt hot and stretched taut over her bones, and she was damp in places she was tolerably certain unmarried gentlewomen were not supposed to be damp in.

Gail Carriger

#52. The world was reduced to the surface of her skin and her inner self was safe from all bitterness.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

#53. The girl was beautiful, her skin like fresh cream and her long hair so dark it seemed to suck the color out of everything it surrounded. She was small. French women all seemed to be small-boned bird creatures, delicate in a way Eby could never be.

Sarah Addison Allen

#54. When he left her room tonight, she wanted his preference to be only her. His hands would only want her skin. He'd only fit perfectly with Severine.

Calia Read

#55. She watched his lips forming the words, at the same time she heard them under her skin, under her winter coat, so near and full of warmth that she felt herself go hot.

Jhumpa Lahiri

#56. I wanted to highlight her bruises, mark her skin, so everyone knew she belonged to me. I wanted to brand her, to scar her, to wear her blood as a blatant warning to any man who ever looked in her direction.

Pepper Winters

#57. I had to piece together a diet for her, too. I knew which combinations of which foods on which days would rehang everything that was draped so delicately beneath her skin. In a matter of months, the body under the smock was organized anew, redistributed

Gary Lutz

#58. Her perfume enveloped him as he reached for her. His hands smoothed over soft fabric before finding the warmth of her skin. She lifted her mouth to his and kissed him hungrily, greedily.
She tasted so good. Like sin. Like every dirty thought he'd ever had.

Sarah Mayberry

#59. The whole sky was the colour of her skin.

Rainbow Rowell

#60. She complains all the time about her hair turning gray and her butt sagging and her skin wrinkling, but I'm supposed to be grateful for a face full of zits, hair in embarrassing places, and feet that grow an inch a night. Utter crap.

Laurie Halse Anderson

#61. He needed to crawl inside of her, share her skin, bury himself deep so she could pour the sun over him and steer him away from the shadows always clawing pieces out of him.

Christine Feehan

#62. She has enough black eyeliner on to outline a corpse, and her skin's so pale she looks like she's just broken dawn.

John Green

#63. The night surrounds, breathes across her skin. They're lost in the shadows of the moon.

Laura Kreitzer

#64. She was stuffing her innards back. Sewing herself up, putting her skin, her make-up, her party frock back on.

Louise Penny

#65. 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

#66. She was his as surely as if he'd branded his name on her skin.

Sylvain Reynard

#67. It's not her shape,
her face, or her hair
that makes her beautiful.
Neither is it the smoothness of her skin,
the boldness when she stands or the
perseverance in her heart.
But the condition of her heart, the
gratitude she lives by and her love for God.

Pierre Alex Jeanty

#68. You are so beautiful," he sighed into her hair.
She tried to check her girlish giggle, unsuccessfully. "Gray, it's dark as
pitch. You can't even see me."
"Even in the dark," he murmured against her skin. "You are the most
beautiful woman I've ever known, even in the dark.

Tessa Dare

#69. I don't want her to be like me. Give in, go along, save her skin. That is what it comes down to. I want gallantry from her, swashbuckling, heroism, single-handed combat. Something I lack.

Margaret Atwood

#70. But tonight, after the carriages left, there would be Millie, her scent like a breeze from their lavender field at the height of summer, her skin as smooth as the finest velvet.
Their eyes met. She flushed. Desire tumbled through him.

Sherry Thomas

#71. Only one small, pale spot on her cheek was visible where her skin, free of blood, gleamed, as polished as bone.

Sanjida Kay

#72. You should really be more careful who you let put their hands on you. A silky male voice hummed as hot, minty breath wafted around her ear and danced slowly across her nose. Sera inhaled deeply, her skin prickled with goose bumps.

Flora Roberts

#73. Her skin was not a surface; it was an indefinite glory of the palest rose and orange that chose to mould itself to those tense limbs.

Geoffrey Household

#74. The weather turned. Her skin seemed to grow a million extra pores, and all of them opened to take in the warmth and tenderness of the air. The sun on her face made her want to cry. Into all those millions of open pores came the sunshine, and other feelings as well. In and out. She was porous.

Ann Brashares

#75. Fitz pulled her forward, and the warm tingling in her hand shot through her body
like a million feathers swelling underneath her skin, tickling her from the inside out.

Shannon Messenger

#76. When she is told
Her skin is too dark;
I do not hesitate to offer,
That the sun loved her so much
It kissed her more
Than the rest of us.

Anonymous

#77. Any woman can look her best if she feels good in her skin. It's not a question of clothes or makeup. It's how she sparkles.

Sophia Loren

#78. Penny Young is the most perfect girl you know and those kinds of girls, they're put on this earth to break you. Peel back her skin and you can see her poison. Peel back mine, you can still see traces of where her poison's been.

Courtney Summers

#79. Her skin retained a faint warmth, but it was already fading away.

Haruki Murakami

#80. I looked out at the street beyond the overhang. The rain was coming in at gray angled streaks. One of my hands moved to her cheek. I closed my eyes. Her skin was wet from the rain and I thought of tears.

Barry Eisler

#81. It was a perfect moment and she was shocked to feel a tear roll slowly down her cheek. The warm droplet reached his finger where it lay against her skin, and even though it was far too dark to see anything clearly, she sensed that he was bringing it up to his mouth.

Emily Arden

#82. Snow was the most beautiful thing Amitola had ever seen. It fell so gracefully and drizzled her skin like a cold whisper.

Aishabella Sheikh

#83. A hundred yards away, Mike Newton was lowering Bella's limp body to the sidewalk. She slumped unresponsively against the wet concrete, her skin chalky as a corpse. I almost took the door off the car.

Stephenie Meyer

#84. Finally getting control of myself, I kissed her again, then brought my hand to her face, gently running my fingers over her cheek. I marveled at the softness of her skin, the gentleness I saw in her eyes. Even now she was perfect.

Nicholas Sparks

#85. Sleeping Atlantis

Silent cool waters
dancing upon her skin ~
silent cool water
ushering dreams within...

Muse

#86. A human being was connected to the world through his or her skin and how could someone with clogged pores feel the environment or be sensitive to its vibrations?

Fatema Mernissi

#87. I know. You'll do what you have to do." Peeling her hands off his shoulders, he placed a sweet kiss against her wrist, where the blood pulsed beneath her skin. "And so will I.

Marissa Meyer

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

Madeline Miller

#89. Rachel's face was still looking at Mathilde from the dark when she went back upstairs. The marital suite, the bed obscene in its empty enormity. In her absence, the sheets had been changed. When she climbed in again, they were cool and smelled like lavender and brushed her skin like accusations.

Lauren Groff

#90. The Bush administration is the most diverse in history because the president fills jobs on the basis of a person's capabilities and qualifications, not on the color of his or her skin.

Alphonso Jackson

#91. She pressed her mouth to his throat, his shoulder, would have absorbed him into her skin if she'd known a way.

Nora Roberts

#92. Kicking the door shut with the heel of my boot, I wedge her against it, raining kisses on her skin, wishing I could climb inside her and kiss away the welts left on her heart and mind.

Poppet

#93. Her skin is softer than a lamb's. What does she put on herself? Unicorn tears? Jesus Christ.

Ruby Dixon

#94. It doesn't matter what she looks like. It doesn't matter if she's long or short legged. It doesn't matter if she's pale or tanned, if her hair is black or brown or red or blond. It doesn't matter if she's pretty or not. It matters that she feels the sun on her skin.

Nicola Yoon

#95. She felt hot, strong, alive against him, and he found he had this crazy urge to move his mouth down to the side of her neck, to press it against her, to taste her skin. He wanted to feel her breasts, wanted to pull her T-shirt up and feel her hot skin against his. Damn, he wanted her.

Anne Stuart

#96. As the two of us - past self, my present self - hovered over her bed, I could see each cruel damage written across her skin, beneath her eyes, down into her bones. She was no longer the way she wanted to be remembered. She was already more breath than body.

David Levithan

#97. She was wet with my crying. Up around her collar the cotton of her dress was plastered to her skin. I could see her darkness shining through the wet places. She was like a sponge, absorbing what I couldn't hold anymore.

Sue Monk Kidd

#98. Her skin was more luminous than the moon, her eyes wider than the sky, deeper than the water, darker than the night.

Patrick Rothfuss

#99. Already, Seattle is taking hold of her. She still holds Sedona in the dry tan of her skin and in her hair, but the fine mist of the Northwest is making its way to places she didn't know were parched.

Susan Wiggs

#100. She had small animal bones. They moved her skin - surface swimming.

Tom Benn