“Everything is a self-portrait. A diary. Your whole drug history’s in a strand of your hair. Your fingernails. The forensic details. The lining of your stomach is a document. The calluses on your hand tell all your secrets. Your teeth give you away. Your accent. The wrinkles around your mouth and eyes. Everything you do shows your hand.” GivingSelfWholeShowsHandsEyeSecretHairDrugMouthsDetailsTeethStomachAccentsDocumentsPortraitsDiariesWrinklesStrandsFingernailsSelf PortraitForensicsSelf Portrait PhotographyCalluses Book:Diary: A Novel Source: Diary: A Novel
“Payton grinned. “You must be Chase.” As she extended her hand in introduction, she took the opportunity to give him a more thorough once-over. He had dark wavy hair and warm brown eyes. Very Pat-rick Dempsey/McDreamy-esque. Good build, not terribly tall, maybe only five-ten-ish, but since Payton measured in at exactly five-three and one-third inch, she could work with this” GivingHandsEyeThreeOpportunityDarkFiveHairTenThirdsWarmBrownTallInchesIntroductionThoroughBrown EyesMcdreamy Book:Practice Makes Perfect Source: Practice Makes Perfect
“For this is wisdom- to love and live To take what fate or the Gods may give, To ask no question, to make no prayer, To kiss the lips and caress the hair, Speed passion's ebb as we greet its flow, To have and to hold, and, in time--let go.” GivingMayWisdomPassionAsksPrayerFateHairLetting GoKissingFlowLipsSpeedCaress Author:Ella Wheeler Wilcox
“You will find yourself among people. There is no help for this nor should you want it otherwise. The passages where no one waits are dark and hard to navigate. The wet walls touch your shoulders on each side. When the trees were there I cared that they were there. And now they are gone, does it matter? The passages where no one waits go on and give no promise of an end. You will find yourself among people, Faces, clothing, teeth and hair and words, and many words When there was life, I said that life was wrong. What do I say now? You understand?” PeopleWantGivingShouldDoeSaidEndsMatterHardHelpingFacesWaitingSidesDarkGoneTreeHairWallGoes OnPromiseShouldersTeethFinding YourselfPassagesClothingsWetNavigateDoes It Matter Book:The Portable Paul and Jane Bowles Source: The Portable Paul and Jane Bowles
“You will be getting a haircut, won't you?" Halt ran his hand through his hair. It was getting a little long, he thought. I'll give it a trim," he said, his hand dropping unconciously to the hilt of his saxe knife. This time, Pauline did look up. You'll get a haircut," she said. Her gaze was steady and unwavering. I'll get a haircut," he agreed meekly.” GivingLooksLittlesLongSaidHandsHairRanLook UpKnivesSteadyDroppingHaltHaircutsUnwavering Author:John Flanagan