Skin Was Quotes

#1. She was so delicate that, while we sat beneath the linden branches, a leaf would fall and drift down and touch her skin, and it would leave a bruise. So as we sat in the afternoon hour, beneath that fragrant linden bower, I had to chase all of the leafs that fell away.

Roman Payne

#2. The baby's body lay in a bassinet. He was the size of a half loaf of bread, his bones light as a bird's and stretched with thin skin.

Jodi Picoult

#3. Neruda was right about all mysterious women - The moon lives in the lining of their skin ...

John Geddes

#4. The monster towered ten or twelve feet tall. Its bright green leathery skin was covered in dirt,
moss, leaves, and patches of grass, the stench repulsive. His teeth gleamed brown. Evidently he
wasn't aware of the multitude of whitening products on the market.

A&E Kirk

#5. When I was younger, I'd make a point of driving to the middle of nowhere and spending an evening with just me, the wind, and the moon. Your skin crawls up an octave. This is what I tap into when I'm working on horror films. I'm just afraid a time will come when I lose touch with that part of myself.

Christopher Young

#6. Mia: I was sixteen when I first realized my mom was more concerned about my appearance than I was ... I'll be talking to my mom and realize she hasn't heard a word because she's studying my face to see if the foundation I'm using is a good match for my skin tone.

Mia Fontaine

#7. If there was a crayon, and I was to put a label on it, I would call it dinosaur skin.
-So B. It

Sarah Weeks

#8. Yeah, right. I don't believe that one for a minute. What do you think? I fell off a turnip truck? (Simone)
Honestly? All I was thinking about was how beautiful you are. How much I wanted to feel your skin against mine and how I've never been this attracted to a woman before. (Xypher)

Sherrilyn Kenyon

#9. Everything he did was a physical thing. When he spoke, my bones ached. When he breathed, I felt it in my veins and on my skin.

Tyra Lynn

#10. Black skin was filled with so many barriers, so many restrictions, so many.

Randi Pink

#11. I met Rob in Austin, Texas. He was hitchhiking to California and I was driving to California, so it seemed like a perfect match. He had long blond hair and blue eyes and golden skin and so did I. It was like falling in love with myself.

Lorena Cassady

#12. As soon as my fingers graze her skin, chills rush down her arms. She tightens her arms over her chest and rubs the chills away. I can't help but grin, knowing it was my hand on her skin that did that to her. Best. Feeling. Ever.

Colleen Hoover

#13. ... it was strange how afraid he was of her answer, even though he knew she desired him. Desire and love were two different things.
Sweat was damp on his skin, fear tight in his chest.
Love me.

Emily Gee

#14. Could a mare only like mares or stallions, or could a mare like whatever she damn pleased? Maybe she just didn't know enough yet to understand what she was or what she wanted. Or maybe she was lots of things, just as her skin was a mixture of browns. Maybe she didn't have to like anything.

Lila Bowen

#15. 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

#16. When you peeled back the skin, you were dealing with bone and muscle, blood and nerve endings. It was all the same. She liked the beautiful logic of the circulatory system, the elegance of the neurological, and the fierce warrior spirit of the heart. The body had rules and it had quirks.

Libba Bray

#17. I had an idea for a story about a young woman who was living with people who were different, not just superficially different - such as hair colour, or eye colour, or skin colour - but different in some significant way.

Jean M. Auel

#18. The most she could hope for was the chance to run away and let her love die a slow, natural death.

"Go to Hell," she said.

"Not without you." His sexy mouth tipped into a boyish grin, white teeth gleaming against tanned skin.

Aleah Barley

#19. Throughout my life, I've had different metaphors for freedom. At one time, it was skin diving. In the ocean you feel weightless; you escape from gravity.

Sam Keen

#20. to myself as I glanced over at her thick ass lying naked next to me. I was so in love with her smooth cocoa skin and that fat ghetto ass. She had me hypnotized by her big brown eyes... that long black hair...and her smell!!! Damn my bitch was fine and I loved the shit out of her, but

Niki Jilvontae

#21. I was reading a magazine when I was a little kid, probably about twelve years old, and an ad said that if you sell so many jars of Noxzema skin cream, we'll sell you a ukulele. So I went out and banged on doors in the snow in Quincy, Massachusetts, where I was raised, and I sold the skin cream.

Dick Dale

#22. He was obviously proud of his Berber skin. This is the colour of wheat and gold.

Andre Aciman

#23. They came out. They were children. They wore rags and their skin was livid with sores. Their veins were tubes, their hair wire. Sapphique reached out and touched them.
'You are the ones who will save us,' he said.

Catherine Fisher

#24. Cal curled his fingers around mine and raised my left hand to the brownish flower. There was a callus on his thumb that should have been irritating against my skin.

Rachel Hawkins

#25. He was stunning,incredible,unlike anything she had ever seen before.Around her,the crowd noise dissipated to a dull hum,but she barely noticed.Her gaze was slowly traveling the length of him,taking in his predatory stance and powerful muscle and tanned skin.

Laura Wright

#26. I knew I had been lonely, Mem, yet I had no understanding of my desolation until my skin was finally touched.

Peter Carey

#27. Watching, she had felt unusually and keenly alive, alive the way a knife is sharp, so that the humiliation she was enduring was perfect, like the paring of skin from a hard apple.

Sonya Hartnett

#28. it was like glass sandpaper being rubbed on my skin.

Nicci French

#29. If truth was a crayon and I had to name it, I would call it dinosaur skin.

Sarah Weeks

#30. 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

#31. What did you drop?"
"Nothing. Stand aside, Empress."
"So you were hiding."
He set his jaw, and I noticed his face was freshly shaved. It made his skin look soft.
"I've places to be," he growled. "So if you don't step outta my way, I will move your imperial figure myself.

Susan Dennard

#32. Bellamy brought his hands behind his head and tilted his face towards the sun, exhaling as the warmth seeped into his skin. It was almost as nice as being in bed with a girl. Maybe even better, because the sun would never ask him what he was thinking.

Kass Morgan

#33. I was its skin, its movement, its shape, its god, its creator, its destroyer. And you thought Dexter was bad. The Bridgeman arrives soon.

Catherine Astolfo

#34. There was no single gay point of view. Like skin color or gender or any of those arbitrary, sometimes artificial, difference sexual orientation didn't make us all the same. But it did affect us. It had to.

Kelly J. Cogswell

#35. The city was dark except for the building lights that seemed to appear like sores - like bandaids had been ripped off to expose the city's skin.

Markus Zusak

#36. The honesty of her plain skin was striking without foundation.

Abby Slovin

#37. Parker didn't so much melt against him as he tried to inhabit the same skin Jake was wearing, and Jake wasn't going to complain about that.

Ashlyn Kane

#38. Let me just say as one who has been speaker of the House, I've had to have a very thick skin about every kind of thing that was thrown at me.

Nancy Pelosi

#39. I told her yeah, but there was no skin on my voice and she heard the bones in my words like I did. And I knew.

Cath Crowley

#40. I thought of how proud he was when he took the marks- cutting the skin of his throat in a long slash and then packing it with ashes until keloid scars rose up.
He called it his second smile.

Holly Black

#41. My tattoos, like most people's, were reminders, badges of personal experiences. Yes, I might wear them on my skin for the world to see, but their meaning was a little too personal.

N.R. Walker

#42. Once a man I was leaving told me I could go if I would leave my skin behind. I was so young I didn't even know that I was wonderful..

Ellen Gilchrist

#43. I like monsters in general - that's what I like to write about. Somebody was joking with me that my body was becoming a manual for a role-playing game because I'm covered in little monsters. That's true. I could easily have more monsters on my skin.

Maria Dahvana Headley

#44. Maybe your past isn't perfect. Maybe it was brutal. Maybe you were brutal. Maybe you've got more scars than you thought one skin could hold. You can't linger on those thoughts. You will drown in them. After all, it's only an interesting backstory if you can get past it.

Jessica Hagy

#45. How this woman had managed to get under his skin and claw her way inside was a mystery.
He couldn't leave her there though. His entire being was screaming at him to get her out.

Caroline Cairn

#46. Zach," I said as I lay there "Where did you go? When you were looking for me?"
I shifted in his arms, looked into his eyes.
"Crazy." His voice was a whisper against my skin. "I went crazy.

Ally Carter

#47. The hospital room was as cold as dead skin, the hallway crowded with lost souls and reeking of illness.

Raquel Cepeda

#48. My grandmother had flawless skin just from using basic skincare - an old herbal remedy in the form of a white powder and cream. I don't actually know what was in it because when you're young, you're not interested in skincare, and I didn't want to walk around the house with a white face.

Michelle Yeoh

#49. Music overwhelmed me, soaked into my skin like water. I didn't have words for the squiggles and dashes across the pages, or the way his fingers stretched across the keys to make my heart race. If I could hear only one thing for the rest of my life, this was what I wanted.

Jodi Meadows

#50. Her eyes
lined with black makeup
stared blankly at the ceiling; and her tan was obviously sprayed on since her skin had a healthy apricot glow even though the top of her head was missing.

Donna Tartt

#51. I am a weapon made of flesh, a sword covered in skin. I was born to kill a king, to end a reign of terror before it can truly begin.

Victoria Aveyard

#52. And you think he'll tell?" Matt asked. "We will make him tell us." Han Shan-tung muttered the words casually, but there was something about the way he spoke that made the skin crawl.

Anthony Horowitz

#53. In 2012, I was diagnosed with melanoma - skin cancer - and had to get surgery on my left foot. I was out for four weeks - no dancing, no walking, nothing! It was horrible, but it taught me patience and to never take for granted the simple things we have.

Witney Carson

#54. The skin of my character in 'The Man Who Fell to Earth' was some concoction, a spermatozoon of an alien nature that was obscene and weird-looking.

David Bowie

#55. In a subway car, my skin would typically fall in the middle of the color spectrum. On street corners, tourists would ask me for directions. I was, in four and a half years, never an American; I was immediately a New Yorker.

Mohsin Hamid

#56. I was darker than he was. And I'm not just talking about our skin coloring. He told me I had a tragic vision of life. "That's why you like Spider-Man.

Benjamin Alire Saenz

#57. My parents had raised me to not judge a person based off the color of their skin but by the composition of their character. A man was nothing if he wasn't true to his word and honorable.

Chelle Bliss

#58. I was performing skin grafts and became interested in why skin wouldn't graft permanently.

Joe Murray

#59. Saw him come outta the garage at you, I knew," he muttered against my skin. "I was strugglin' with it but I knew then. I knew you were my girl.

Kristen Ashley

#60. I knew exactly what I was, and there was no hang-up with me. None whatsoever. The fact that the pigment of my skin maybe being lighter brown than other people of my race, maybe some of them, but you know our race has all colors.

Billy Eckstine

#61. He was so pretty I wanted to frame him and put him on my nightstand in a totally non-creepy, non-Hannibal Lector skin-suit-wearing kind of way.

Tara Sivec

#62. Her unintended striptease was all the more sensual because Belle was lowering her stocking with agonizing slowness not because she had an audience but because she seemed to love the feel of the silk sliding along her soft skin.

Julia Quinn

#63. The Japanese are a disease of the skin ... the Communists are a disease of the heart. Everything personal was political ... Two reds sandwiching a black ...

Jung Chang

#64. Lucifer's breath was like fire upon his skin. His eyes bulged from their sockets and he fought hard to breathe.

Shane K.P. O'Neill

#65. I absolutely get more comfortable in my body and my skin as I get older, more than when I was in my 20s

Jennifer Aniston

#66. I wish I was 100 percent confident in my own skin. It's always a process, but getting older, I've become more confident.

Brittany Snow

#67. Clean was not skin deep when it came to killing.

V.E Schwab

#68. Mama tied a blindfold over my eyes. The next thing I felt my flesh was being cut away. I heard the blade sawing back and forth through my skin. The pain between my legs was so intense I wished I would die.

Waris Dirie

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

Jeanette Winterson

#70. If wishes were held on the skin and swiped by raindrops, then emotions were freeloading off the cells that made up their space. The only offering these cells ever entertained was truth, painful and raw.

Amy Guth

#71. Daphne Guinness was amazingly comfortable in her skin, and she has an amazing collection in fashion that I wish I could just touch.

Rita Ora

#72. Victor was sinking, straight through his skin and the bed and the floor, right down into black.

V.E Schwab

#73. Silk and Shadows is something else. Like brilliant. It got under my skin as very, very few books have. It's still under my skin. Mikhal was haunting.

Loretta Chase

#74. Oh no. Lorelai pulled her hand from Kol's, her skin prickling with heat from absolute humiliation. Maybe if she prayed hard enough, the forest floor would open up and swallow her. If there was any justice in the world, it would swallow Leo too.

C.J. Redwine

#75. I'm mesmerized by the way his fingers move confidently along her skin, as though her body is his to reat and touch and tend to. She was mine before she was yours: The words are there, unexpectedly, surging from my throat to my tongue. I swallow them back.

Lauren Oliver

#76. And it was good just to hold her and touch the softness of her skin. He wanted to hold her hard, not to hurt her but to keep her safe, to show her that he was strong enough to protect her. Her beauty was like fire and strange music, and he loved her.

L.J.Smith

#77. She intoxicated him: he was breathing her, sensing her through the pores of his skin.

Neil Gaiman

#78. My nickname was Skinabo - 'skin and bones.'

Ellen Barkin

#79. Beneath it his skin was milky white, serene and unlined, ready to begin anew, ready for the world to write upon it.

George R R Martin

#80. As from a star I saw, coldly and soberly, the separateness of everything. I felt the wall of my skin; I am I. That stone is a stone. My beautiful fusion with the things of this world was over.

Sylvia Plath

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

Stephen King

#82. It was not hard to believe a beautiful woman capable of murder, Margret thought.As it says in the sagas, Opt er flago i fogru skinni. A witch often has fair skin.

Hannah Kent

#83. He let me see in that strangely handsome face that he was thinking about her not without her clothes on, but eventually without her skin.

Laurell K. Hamilton

#84. Is it wrong for me to love my own? Is it wicked for me because my skin is red? Because I am Sioux? Because I was born where my father lived? Because I would die for my people and my country?

Sitting Bull

#85. Kinsey was the kind of pretty that got under her skin. It was as if someone had put the girl next door and a vintage pin-up in a box, shook it, and Kinsey was what had tumbled out, blushing and mussed. Plus,

Alessandra Torre

#86. But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defensless that I couldn't do it. It was as if what I wanted to kill wasn't in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jumped under my thumb, but somewhere else, deeper, more secret, and a whole lot harder to get.

Sylvia Plath

#87. At night, forgotten words tried to reach me. I listened with my skin. Words tore my skin off, crept inside me, and nestled down. I was a mass of wounds. When I opened my mouth in front of the mirror, beasts lay asleep in my throat; they'd made it their home.

Margarita Karapanou

#88. ...I could feel her burrowing into my heart. I didn't know if the burrowing was like a kitten cuddling up to its mother or if it was like a chigger depositing its larvae underneath the skin of my ankles.

Jason Porter

#89. Redheads were particularly persecuted during the European witch trials of the fifteenth, sixteenth and seventeenth centuries. The colour was associated with the devil, and the pale skin which most redheads have was thought unnatural and deathly.

Kate Williams

#90. The Blue Beetle was not a clown car," I said severely. "It was a machine of justice.

Jim Butcher

#91. I took several deep gulps of air, which filled my lungs, and it was as if each pore on my skin had absorbed some of his musk.

Sharlyn G. Branson

#92. I felt a tickle on my skin; it took me a moment to realize that Cole was driving his die-cast Mustang up my arm. He was laughing to himself, hushed and infectious, as if there was still any reason to be quite.

Maggie Stiefvater

#93. The night fell over me, and for a moment I lost my boundaries, feeling like the sky was my own skin

Sue Monk Kidd

#94. Since I came to the White House, I got two hearing aids, a colon operation, skin cancer, a prostate operation, and I was shot. The damn thing is, I've never felt better in my life.

Ronald Reagan

#95. Sometimes I'll do a mask if I had a lot of makeup on that day or was out in the sun. I like a hydrogen mask. It's an easy one, and it's supposed to soothe and relax your skin.

Zhu Zhu

#96. In school, the other girls formed alliances which always excluded me. They called me names; I will not repeat them here. They made fun of my unshapely body, my pale skin, my untamed hair. I do not know why I was born this way.

John Boyne

#97. Sweet pulp and sour skin -
Or was it sweet outside, and sour within?

Tony Harrison

#98. This is how you unraveled me. Thread by thread. Until I was bare, Wearing nothing but my skin And my bones And my blood.

Autumn Doughton

#99. The man in the middle was short and stocky, with swarthy skin and a black mustache that drooped almost to his chin. A colorful Mexican serape was draped across his saddle, and he wore a straw sombrero with an enormous brim.

Joe Millard

#100. As readers, we have gone from learning a precious craft whose secret was held by a jealous few, to taking for granted a skin that has become subordinate to principles of mindless financial profit or mechanical efficiency, a skill for which governments care almost nothing.

Alberto Manguel