Skin Quotes
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.
Your skin has a memory.In ten, twenty, thirty years from now, your skin will show the results of how it was treated today.So treat it kindly and with respect.
While they all ink their skin, I crave something permanent within.Bare your soulOpen your heartTattoo your love within.
Maybe that's what I needed. Another tattoo. Some pain on the outside to ease the pain on the inside.
Hands. Cheeks. Eyes. Lips.Neck. Ears.Thighs.Heart. Soul.Ahh!the things I get tosavor you with.
They fired arrows at me, but I did not fire back. I picked them up instead to build my castle.
A bird does not give up flying today because it couldn't find any worms yesterday.
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.
I loved you with texture. You loved with a softness. Texture brought detail, softness brought folds. Folds brought creases and creases had secrets.
Sometimes it feels like you've set off a spectacular lightning show in my heart, and I wonder if other people can see the flashes through my skin.
Erupting like fiery autumn leaves between silksas skin meets skinflames that lick everythingand consume all there is.
Butterflies can't see their wings. They can't see how truly beautiful they are, but everyone else can. People are like that as well.
Two people pass each other. As one looks upon the other's skin color, the other is looking back at their appearance. Both justifying, how better and righteous they are, in their own insecurities.
If I die today, will you remember me tomorrow?The love I'm leaving behind, will you care to borrow? From a snake-shed-skin or from the sky unknownIn all living and the dead I'll dwell to groan
Tattoos, after all, are a passionate, usually doomed assertion of mastery of your own destiny, or at least a defiant embrace of one that you cannot control.
poetry. i am not writing it.(make way for me please)it is my skin. dripping with light.
Creativity and ideas fired between every synapse underneath my skin and I felt radiant from the inside out.
Assumption is one dreadful and incurable disease, which sticks to the soul and wiggles across the skin.
The flowers are so beautiful, but God's love is infinitely stronger for us than the beauty of ALL flowers and all beautiful things combined!
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!
our feet are grape-squashed in memoriesour skins are still flushedfrom the touch of summer’s lips.
Save your skin from the corrosive acids from the mouths of toxic people. Someone who just helped you to speak evil about another person can later help another person to speak evil about you.
No old road leads to new destinations! Change begins when one realizes that it is unwise to pour a new wine into an old wine skin. If you change your mind, you have to change your actions too!
I'm enjoying two beautiful visions tonight. Watching you stand there against a marvelous background has to be the most intriguing sunset I have ever experienced.
What is it like to wear another person’s skin?”“I don’t have a good answer for that, ” I said. “It hurts.”“Can you remember their stories? Can you feel the love that they felt?
We should never let another person get under our skin to the point that we feel hate for them
When people are doing their utmost to upset you, it's probably best to just laugh at them.
I liked my face. Ethan liked my face. A lot of people liked my face. Besides, makeup was really just glorified face paint.
Rejoice with glitters of ashes tonightSparkling for moon's spiced silver biteUpon skin of darkness, loving night moreStorm begins unlocking cold wind's door
but good girls dont do that, dont make a fuss, dont upset parents. and i was a good girl so i curled up on the floor and sobbed silently instead
Identity was a liquid state, ever interchangeable, and adaptable to its surroundings... It was better to not have favourites - a snake didn't mourn when it had to shed its skin.
Don't look shy if you wear rag and people gag, many are in the grave wearing skeleton, and you should even be happier for wearing a skin without clothes.
I climb the door instead of a treeJust to crawl with myself walking freeWhat if I’m a lizard beneath my skinChanging my colours of the human I’ve been
Snow was the most beautiful thing Amitola had ever seen. It fell so gracefully and drizzled her skin like a cold whisper.
I do not have a beautiful face, soft skin or a pretty smile, but I know how to inspire a bunch of pretty and lovely girls.
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?
The wheel… is an extension of the foot. The book… is an extension of the eye…Clothing, an extension of the skin…Electric circuitry, an extension of the central nervous system.
