Tattoo Ink Quotes

#1. Once upon a different time, there was a girl who lived in a kingdom of death. Wolves howled up her arm. A whole pack of them--made of tattoo ink and pain, memory and loss. It was the only thing about her that ever stayed the same.

Ryan Graudin

#2. Scottish Play Doe was born at 4:13 a.m. on September 6th. The ink was barely dry on his father's new tattoo.

Adam Rex

#3. Not that she'd ever be completely cool when she was around Austin. Oh no, that ship had long since sailed. Sure, she could be the serene, put-together owner of Eden with others, but as soon as she got near the bearded man, she wanted to melt.

Or kneel and lower her gaze.

Carrie Ann Ryan

#4. Brahma and Airavata
Long ago in lands of golden sand
Brahma turned to Saraswati
and gently kissed her inked hand ...

Muse

#5. She grinned then traced her hands over his back. "I'm going to finish your ink, make you shine, then love you until the day I die."

He smiled back and she fell just that much more in love. "I'll be your everything. Your strength, your canvas, just yours."

Forever.

Carrie Ann Ryan

#6. Saving for a Buffy tattoo on the other arm. Ink wasn't cheap.

Joe Hill

#7. Across the moon-pale scar that marred my forearm, Darian danced in dark ink, the gracefully curving edges of his name unravelling into a spill of colour as joyful and haphazard as the promise of stars.

Alexis Hall

#8. Keep smiling, I tell myself. It's all good. That's what my wrist tattoo says and you only ink permanent words on your person if you plan to live by them.

J.C. Lillis

#9. Just marry her, already. Okay? I like her a lot. She's pretty, and she smells nice.

Carrie Ann Ryan

#10. I got more than a thing for you, tattoo wit a ink for you right over my heart girl, I'll do the unthinkable.

Drake

#11. He recognized this particular act for what it was: a woman's need to mark her man. The scary part was, he didn't care. Hell, at this moment, if she wanted to tattoo her name on his ass, he'd go buy the fucking ink.

Alannah Lynne

#12. His fingers painted my skin with ruby red patterns of desire. In Keahi's kiss I could taste the red burn of chili encrusted in the rich sweetness of melted chocolate. I breathed in his scent and it spoke to me of vanilla. The ink of my malu tattoo began to burn, searing markings of fiery joy.

Lani Wendt Young

#13. He stood up, those long legs of his stretching out his jeans nicely.

Not that she was staring at his jeans. Much.

Carrie Ann Ryan

#14. Sahara traced the ink with a trembling finger before she bent to press her lips to the tattoo, her touch tender, her eyes dark with emotion. "I've branded you".
"You did that a long time ago".

Nalini Singh

#15. What happened? Who do I need to kill?

Carrie Ann Ryan

#16. When we are together, it's just us. No one else."

She swallowed hard, but relaxed at his words. "That's good because I don't share.

Carrie Ann Ryan

#17. Maybe that's what I needed. Another tattoo. Some pain on the outside to ease the pain on the inside.

N.R. Walker

#18. My friends are coming up - they run this tattoo parlour out there and they're gonna ink me up with the tattoo I've been wanting since I was two, right here, upper arm.

Charlie Benante

#19. It was cheerful inside, without the aggressive Easy Rider feel of some of the other tattoo parlors in the city, where the handle-jawed thugs wielding the tattoo guns looked like ink was just a side job, their main work, contract killings.

Marisha Pessl

#20. He might be older than hr, but her hormones didn't care. No, they screamed 'fuck yeah, let's ride.' Her nipples tightened and she thanked God she'd worn a bra that morning. Talk about embarrassing if that was the first thing he's see.

Carrie Ann Ryan

#21. Our bodies were printed as blank pages
to be filled with the ink of our hearts

Michael Biondi

#22. She wanted this man. Now. Later. More than once.

Carrie Ann Ryan

#23. People like to come up to me and tell me that I've got nice ink. Except these tattoos aren't just decorations. They are declarations. Every tattoo I have tells its own story about who I am. Drug-free. Honor. And a war against the system.

CM Punk

#24. 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