Best 125 quotes in «skin quotes» category

This is my skin. This is not your skin, yet you are still under it.

There’s an old adage about walking a mile in someone else’s shoes—it’s something we say to make people more empathetic to the plights of others. What’s the animal rights equivalent? Walk a mile in another creature’s fur, and then imagine what it’s like to be skinned alive?” -Shenita Etwaroo

The same open face, the same skin that was poised delicately between tawny and olive, the same eyes that could go from melting caramel to piercing copper shards in a split second.

The summer brings new and unwanted orange freckles to my face. I hate my hair and my skin...kids call me freckle-face strawberry. My hair is cherry. Who wants that?

the world wants to touch your skin but I want to touch your heart...

This is my skin and not just the bag that keeps everything together.

This is our skin and nobody has the right to crumple us like a paper only to find another skin to write on, and then another, ruining people like they’re pages, like they are somehow replaceable. Because that will only leave our delicate and fragile selves into a tattered mess.

Those who say they don't have the time to take care of their skin, will sooner or later have to find the time for corrective treatments.

This will hurt ye more than it does me,” she said as she pulled the thread through his skin. “Nay, lass, you’re but tickling me,” he said, his eyes never leaving hers. His thumb rubbed back and forth over her forearm. “What are ye doing?” she demanded. “Hmm?” He blinked, all innocence. She looked pointedly down at his hand. His thumb stopped. “I was just distracting myself a bit from the pain,” he said. “Ye’re fair soft.” “Ye’re accustomed to scratchy wool. That’s just the silk ye feel.” “No, I can imagine ye beneath your clothes,” he said. “I’m thinking your skin puts silk to shame.

Time is a lie. Each second, when I am not with you, seems like an eternity and every moment when your breath touches my skin, which makes each bit of my soul crave for you feels the same too. Each hour when I am with you seems like a second and when I am inside your arms, even eternity feels the same too.

Throw away that umbrella And feel the rain touch your skin! Feel my words Touch your body and soul!

Wash, wash, wash. Tone, tone, tone. Strip the oil, then add an oil-free moisturizer to replace the oil. This is how we've been taught to care for our skin. It seems a little crazy when you see it in print, right? Take all that oil out and add chemicals to replace it. Nuts!

To me, the word wisdom means ancient knowledge. It’s the kind of knowledge you not only see but feel when you look into the eyes of an elephant or stop for a moment to marvel at the deep wrinkles on its skin, both of which I believe contain the truths learned from each intentional step their feet and those of their ancestors have placed upon the earth.

Trapped in your skin. The only way out leads to your heart.

We should never let another person get under our skin to the point that we feel hate for them

We are all the gods and devils, hiding under the human skin.

When it’s quiet, I can hear the voices of those who took comfort under my skin when I could not.

What happens when you mask your face, your weakness, your truth? What happens when you've worn a mask to the point that it is more skin than shield? Ink taints water. Mask fuses with skin. If someone tries to pry it off, they could unglue most of your face along with it. That could get ugly.

What you can do, has nothing to do with your parents' last name! What you can do has nothing to do with the colour of your skin! What you can do is fully determined by God! It’s simple!

While they all ink their skin, I crave something permanent within. Bare your soul Open your heart Tattoo your love within.

When she sat, she crossed her hands and ankles perfectly. Yes, yes, everything was in the classroom. We chatted, bonded, as Brandy flopped around on the silver concrete floor with the silver hook still in her bloody mouth. Both of us were excited. Celinas tried to climb in her purse, which was filled with dirty broken makeup, the true sign of a queen. I was thrilled she had let me look, even slip my hand into it for a moment. I let her huddle near me, but when she tried to clutch my hand I had to recoil. I hated being touched by anything in the human-skin package.

When your skin touched my skin And your lips touched my lips The whole Universe paused! And when your Soul Collided with my Soul That's when newer Stars And Galaxies were formed!

Which skin shall I give you, Clara Ferber? Do you want fur? Do you want stone?

You're back where you swore yourself you wouldn't be The familiar shackles you can't tell from your own skin Your head's under water when you learned to swim On a road to hell, congratulations, you're free...

Who wears the skin of the predator has no predator reflex. (Qui porte la peau du prédateur - N'a pas réflexe de prédateur.)

Why is your skin the best feeling in the world?

You are not just white, but a rainbow of colors. You are not just black, but golden. You are not just a nationality, but a citizen of the world. You are not just for the right or left, but for what is right over the wrong. You are not just rich or poor, but always wealthy in the mind and heart. You are not perfect, but flawed. You are flawed, but you are just. You may just be human, but you are also a magnificent reflection of God.

You may be scorned in the public because of your skin color it is a function that there is something greater inside of you

THE TRUTH OF THE VERY SMALL When he is born, a baby's head is filled with the knowledge of space. The circumference of his skull is as infinite as the twirlings of the universe. His eyes look out with the blur of eyes which see for all species. He has remembered his own nature from past patterns. Now his heart beats through rock, sky, oceans. He feels the silence and the sound all around the world beneath his skin. We all hold somewhere deep within us the truth we accepted in innocence. The seas, the forests, the soil, the atmosphere, are all vital parts of an ongoing system. By harming any part of it we must ultimately harm ourselves. It is that simple.

With skin dressed only in moonlight, she beckons you to her secret garden.

Your clothes should be as important as your skin.

You skin is so soft. Smells like…” She had to tilt him to get this other arm free and hated knowing how badly she was hurting him as she did so. “Sheer, unadulterated fear?

Your skin and plague don't define you.

Your skin is not a paper, don't cut it. Your face isn't a mask, don't hide it. Your size isn't a book, don't judge it.

You will understand that all of us are devils in the skins of men.

all the words all the poems know my warm, soft spots.

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?

Consider my Lover; the yellow church of his skin, the clean wells of his ears; How the notes of a song come to him like birds descending on a power line; How in his absence I am of two throats--each of them cramped.

... and all we knew about her that we didn't know the night before was that she had eyes like pansies and skin like the moon.

Apple Cider Vinegar has excellent antibacterial properties, but its benefit in your first aid kit go far beyond that, especially when it comes to your skin.

A true romance is not something that happens between the skins. It is something that burns our souls beautifully and leaves us craving to be destroyed even more.

A woman is not less a human. There is no piece of literature or institution that can prove otherwise. It does not matter, the skin color, the economic status, or country of origin, a woman is a human.

Beauty is not in the face. Beauty is not in the skin color. Beauty is not the wrinkle-free skin. Beauty is not in the long hair or in the way, how the colorful curls on your head roll upon your neck. Looks don’t define your beauty, looks don’t last. Always remember, beauty is more than skin deep. It is not what you see outside.

Be worried if you always flock in the company of people who peel off other people's skins with their teeth in their absence. A time will come when they'll try to pick a bite on you too!

Coming out of sleep, I had the advantage of two worlds, the layered firmament of dream and the temporal fixtures of the mind awake. I stretched luxuriously—a good and tingling sensation. It's as though the skin has shrunk in the night and one must push it out to daytime size by bulging the muscles, and there's an a itching pleasure in it.

Creativity and ideas fired between every synapse underneath my skin and I felt radiant from the inside out.

Everything goes away; your dark circles, your wrinkles, your spots and your acne. The layers of your skin don’t define who you are as a person, who you are to yourself, to the people around you and who you are to the world. Take care of your health, try to maintain a proper weight and diet. Always take care of yourself, your mind and your heart. Eat healthy, exercise, run, jump, relax but, don’t chase beauty. Don’t spend hours worrying about your skin or hair color.

Every touch of you on my skin has burnt and etched your name on my soul. Whenever I close my eyes and try to feel myself, all I can hear is constant echoes of your name in my head, and all I can feel is the constant longing for the darkness.

Footjob…. Feetjob in overall point of view it should be meatjob. After all if you remove the hair… if there is such… then remove the skin….. look it's fucking meat.

For you i have saved poems under my skin.