Top 100 Skin Was Quotes
#1. 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
#2. Black skin was filled with so many barriers, so many restrictions, so many.
Randi Pink
#3. 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
#4. 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
#5. I knew I had been lonely, Mem, yet I had no understanding of my desolation until my skin was finally touched.
Peter Carey
#6. The honesty of her plain skin was striking without foundation.
Abby Slovin
#7. 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
#8. If people wanted to fight me-because of my hair or because my skin was too dark-then I fought them
Brooke Valentine
#9. He loved her. He loved her because nature willed it. Because they were already united and of one body. The bare flesh on every part of her belonged to him. The scent emitting from her skin was his.
Alexandra Silber
#10. Your skin was electric - I half thought there should be sparks." He lowers his voice. "I know you felt it. You looked so beautiful.
Carolyn Crane
#11. When I was young, to have a big nose, big lips or dark skin was the worst. You were the wretched. That was something I not only felt, but I participated in.
Nate Parker
#12. That was how she felt, right then. As if there was too much of her, as if her skin was tight with muchness. She felt ripe to bursting.
Holly Black
#13. All the little man on the witness stand had that made him any better than his nearest neighbours was that, if scrubbed with lye soap in very hot water, his skin was white.
Harper Lee
#14. I had a dream about you. Your skin was sandpaper and your armpits were hollow, filled with dark chocolate and prunes. You offered me coffee and when I said no you handed me black coffee with a note that read "12 reasons not to drink coffee". I knew we would get along.
Melody Sohayegh
#15. Tangling up in bed like this, naked and hard with a predator's mouth against his and a killer's hands all over his skin, was deliciously dangerous - if this was what it was like to dance with the devil, then Dom hoped the music never stopped playing. He
L.A. Witt
#16. In fact, the males very rarely take permanent mates.'
His skin was so tan. 'Why not?'
'Because we tend to kill the females.'
Ah, well, okay. That wasn't cool.
Larissa Ione
#17. In the storm-lit darkness, the beaded sweat and raindrops on her arm were like so many glittering stars, and her skin was like a span of night sky.
Gregory David Roberts
#18. Bettie Page was number one. I have never known another model who had better knowledge of her body or how to work with it to make it look so good. Her skin was perfect, no blemishes. Perfect nose, beautiful straight teeth, and gleaming, shiny black hair that was always in place, always.
Bunny Yeager
#19. Her lips were red, her looks were free,
Her locks were yellow as gold:
Her skin was white as leprosy,
The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she,
Who thicks man's blood with cold.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
#20. I realized that my skin was always the best when I had only been cleaning it, I hadn't been moisturizing that much and I hadn't been going to a facialist.
Kate Hudson
#21. I examined my palm; the skin was unbroken and smooth, showing no sign of the burn. It glistened with saliva. I really wanted to wipe it clean against my jeans, but that seemed rude. Of course, he'd just licked me, so maybe his idea of rude was different than mine.
Cassandra Page
#22. The voice of a rebeck echoed from somewhere behind him. The music echoed and echoed until it entered his head, still echoing. It suffused his body and he felt himself to be large, very large, not a child at all. And his skin was not his own.
Frank Herbert
#23. Morwen had perceived Galadir's lips over every body part and it was like tearing the flesh slowly and savor every muscular fiber. Savoring the man's skin was like drinking a river of blood. But then the blood and flesh were missing. There was only him.
Chiara Cilli
#24. My skin was as bumpy as a book in Braille, confessing all I could not say. And his long, slender fingers read every word. I'll take that as a positive sign.
A&E Kirk
#25. He raised his hand, hesitant, conflict raging in his eyes, and then swiftly brushed the length of my cheekbone with his fingertips. His skin was as icy as ever, but the trail his fingers left on my skin was alarmingly warm - like I'd been burned, but didn't feel the pain of it yet.
Stephenie Meyer
#26. Everything in me, right down to the pores of my skin, was expressing joy.
Yann Martel
#27. Something I had always known - the way I knew my skin was the color brown of a nut rubbed repeatedly with a soft cloth, or the way I knew my own name - something I took completely for granted, "the sun is shining, the air is warm," was not so.
Jamaica Kincaid
#28. My nerves needed a break, not a reminder of how much trouble we were in. I prowled around, but it didn't help. I still felt like my skin was on too tight.
Karen Chance
#29. My skin was really bad. Roxanne Rizzo's products were the first things that really cleared it up.
Jess Glynne
#30. African-Americans who might have disagreed with candidate Obama's left-of-center politics voted for him in 2008 because electing a candidate with brown skin was too historic an opportunity to miss.
Alveda King
#32. Everyone could know what everyone else felt, and we could be more careful with each other, because you'd never want to tell a person whose skin was purple that you're angry at her for being late, just like you would want to pat a pink person on the back and tell him, Congratulations!
Jonathan Safran Foer
#33. The skin was not skin at all, but bone. Ectoskeleton.
John Steakley
#34. Her skin was apparently covered with super-powered nerve endings that hadn't done a damn thing her whole life, but came alive like ice and fire and bee stings as soon as Park touched her.
Rainbow Rowell
#35. wishing my hair was longer and straighter, wishing my skin was lighter, wishing I was someone else, asking God to make me beautiful. These are things I beg my daughter not to inherit.
Key Ballah
#37. Her skin was as white as snow, her lips as red as blood, and her long hair as black as ebony.
C.J. Redwine
#38. Colin's skin was alive with the feeling of connection to everyone in that car and everyone not in it. And he was feeling not-unique in the very best possible way.
John Green
#39. features became Halia's, longer, more slender, the cartilage of her nose concave as bone. But Halia's skin was far too pale; she
Mike Bond
#40. That night my new skin was red silk, shivering in the breeze.
Emma Donoghue
#41. The skin was warm, blue veins branching like rivers beneath his pale translucent skin. Outside the greater rivers flowed, the Red Fork and the Tumblestone, and they would flow forever, but not so the rivers in her father's hand. Too soon that current would grow still.
George R R Martin
#42. The comforter on this bed was a dark burgundy and Jenise's lighter toned skin was enticing against it.
A.C. Arthur
#43. Her features were thin and her skin was pale and she was certainly not pretty. But it was an exciting face. It was terribly exciting because it radiated something that a man couldn't see with his eyes but could definitely feel in his bloodstream.
David Goodis
#44. presentation, she looked drawn, as old as the limestone hills behind her property. Her facial skin was marbled, hair greying at the roots. She had grown frail, as though she might disintegrate at the first touch; she was a desiccated, vulnerable shadow of her former self and it was hard to
Carol Drinkwater
#45. Grabbing her hand, he pressed it gently to his chest. His skin was warm to the touch, and she could slightly feel his pulse pounding against her palm.
Do you feel that? I'm not going anywhere, Haven. This is yours.
J.M. Darhower
#46. His skin was gray and riddled with bloody sores. His mouth, which still dripped with Charlie's blood, twisted into a grimace and he let out an unearthly screech. "Scott?!" I screamed as his teeth tore into my skin.
Kristen Middleton
#47. Thank you for the oil," he added. "My skin was a little dry.
Sarah J. Maas
#48. 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
#49. When I began my search for the perfect skin care to fight the aging process, I noticed that my sensitive skin was reacting horribly to any product I used.
Connie Sellecca
#51. Skin was earth; it was soil. I could see, even on my own skin, the joined trapezoids of dust specks God had wetted and stuck with his spit the morning he made Adam from dirt. Now, all these generations later, we people could still see on our skin the inherited prints of the dust specks of Eden.
Annie Dillard
#53. Around her hair there was a saffron aureole, and her skin was a sea shell ...
Anais Nin
#54. 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
#56. Because this is how it was with them: the boy's father had dark skin, darker even than my own, and the boy's mother was a white woman. They were holding hands and smiling at their boy, whose skin was light brown. It was the color of the man and the woman joined in happiness. It
Chris Cleave
#57. He tasted of whisky and his skin was rough where he hadn't shaved, but Mirabelle kissed him back.
Sara Sheridan
#58. Lancelet's skin was so soft - she had thought all men were like Arthur, sunburnt and hairy, but his body was smooth as a child's.
Marion Zimmer Bradley
#59. His touch fucked with my ability to concentrate even more than his presence already had. My lower belly was in a state of what-the-fuck-are-you-doing? My skin was in a state of "holy fucking hell let him touch every part of you" and my vagina had pulled out the fucking welcome mat.
Nina Levine
#60. I've been drinking, all right? Your skin was three inches from my face, and you're beautiful, and you smell fucking awesome when you sweat. I kissed you! I'm sorry! Get over yourself!
Jamie McGuire
#61. He put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her full on the mouth. His skin was wet with rain. When she didn't pull away, he took her face between his hands and kissed her again, on her forehead, on her nose, on her mouth once more. "You will come, won't you? Promisse!" he whispered.
Cornelia Funke
#62. A masterpiece produced by an indecipherable cocktail of races, Kolovas-Jones's skin was
Robert Galbraith
#63. He crooked a finger beneath her chin and lifted until she met his gaze. Her skin was just as soft as he remembered, and her lips just as full. Only the distress in her eyes was new. At least that was something he could fix
Leah Braemel
#64. The texture of her skin was phantom silk, not human., not blood-warm, but dizzyingly hot anyway.
Erin Kellison
#66. Galadir went to meet Morwen, across the lawn. Under sunlight, the Prince was extraordinarily beautiful. His skin was smooth and almost golden. And his eyes ... It was as if they had absorbed the light rays. They were pure honey.
Chiara Cilli
#67. Her skin was warm and I could feel her heartbeat through her fingertips slowing as her heart struggled to keep her alive. Her body was trembling and I could sense the fear and pain she was experiencing. She did not deserve this. A lamb for the slaughter in this nightmare of monsters.
Eli Talrin
#68. Only to be sent tealess to bed seemed infinite mercy to him. Officially tealess, that is; for, as was usual after such escapades, a sympathetic housemaid, coming delicately by backstairs, stayed him with chunks of cold pudding and condolence, till his small skin was tight as any drum.
Kenneth Grahame
#69. Robbins had opened Gabby up. Her charred skin was peeled back, and her ribs were removed. She was pink inside, like steak that had been burned on a high heat but remained raw in the middle.
Chelsea Cain
#70. Or had she always loved him? It's likely. Restricted as she was from speaking, she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to drag her hand across and pull her over. It didn't matter where. Her mouth, her neck, her cheek. Her skin was empty for it, waiting.
Markus Zusak
#71. Her skin was flawless and always cool, always pale; her body was long, like her hair, like her fingers, like her laughter; and her eyes, oh, her eyes, had every season of leaf in them: the twin greens of spring and high summer, the golds of autumn, and, in her rages, black midwinter rot.
Clive Barker
#72. Supper was finished at last, and each animal felt that his skin was now as tight as was decently safe.
Kenneth Grahame
#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. For Southerners, a white skin was the distinguishing badge of mind and intellect. Black skin was the sign that a given people had been providentially designed to serve as menial laborers, as what Hammond called the "mudsill" class necessary to support every society.
David Brion Davis
#75. The act of tattooing one's skin was a tranformative declaration of power, an announcment to the world: I am in control of my own flesh.
Dan Brown
#76. [H]is skin was the color of age and his features the shape of a saint's.
Joe Haldeman
#77. 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
#78. Her flawless pale skin was also spangled with gemstones. I don't know how they'd been attached, but they clung to her and sent little flashes of color glittering around the cavern when she moved. They were concentrated most densely around her ... well ... She'd been, ah, vajazzled.
Jim Butcher
#80. His skin was pocked and ruddy, his nose large and misshapen, red and veined as though he'd snorted, and retained, Burgundy.
Louise Penny
#81. I was considered attractive in those days, some people even called me beautiful, though my skin was never good and it was this that I noticed when I looked in the mirror
Nicole Krauss
#82. Her skin was hot, and her heart was beating loudly, and as soon as the groom kissed the bride and walked back down the aisle, she was damn near ready to launch herself into his arms.
Lauren Blakely
#83. Your skin was song. Your advice was:see.
Unica Zurn
#84. To be comfortable in your skin was the biggest topic for me because I'm somebody who's always judged just by how I look. I wanted to get the message across that you don't have to hide yourself or be glamorous, just be you.
Kid Ink
#85. Her skin was more luminous than the moon, her eyes wider than the sky, deeper than the water, darker than the night.
Patrick Rothfuss
#86. E was prettier than any girl, and that his skin was like sunshine with a suntan.
Rainbow Rowell
#87. 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
#88. 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
#89. Neruda was right about all mysterious women - The moon lives in the lining of their skin ...
John Geddes
#90. 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
#91. 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
#92. 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
#93. 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
#94. 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
#95. 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
#96. 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
#97. ... 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
#98. 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
#99. 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
#100. 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
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