“I waited just to see you at that kind of peace, I wanted to be beside you, I wanted you to wake up slowly or startle, or just half awaken and turn over or murmur my name. I wanted to watch you forever, or sleep beside you forever, or sleep forever while you woke and watched me, something forever anyway. I wanted to kiss you, rumple your hair, rest three fingertips on your hip bone warm and smooth, wake you that way or hush you back to sleep.” WayKindWantedTurnsThreeNamesSleepHalfWatchesForeverHairKissingWake UpWarmBonesHipsSmoothFingertipsHushBeside YouWakes You Author:Daniel Handler
“I can never see fashion models, lean angular cheeks, strutting hips and blooming hair, without thinking of the skulls at the catacombs in Lima, Peru.” ThinkingI CanFashionHairModelsHungerHipsCheeksSkullsBloomingPeruFashion ModelStrutting Book:Red Suitcase: Poems Source: Red Suitcase: Poems
“I felt that there could be some anger. There could be some frustration that he has the tendency to take over the room, but I wanted all of those things to show in the grays of her hair and the fact that her hips are much wider than they probably were when she met him. I wanted it to show in the fact that her hair is not done up all the time. I wanted it to be a part of that every day that wasn't in your face. Because then for me, that's overacting. To me, that's not "being." I wanted Rose [in "Fences"] to be many things.” DoneFactsShowsWantedFacesFeltRoomsHairMetsRoseTendenciesHipsFrustrationYour FaceFence Author:Viola Davis
“I love to shake my hips, my hair, and my boobs. It's all about having fun and sharing your spirit with other people.” PeopleSpiritFunHairHipsHaving FunShakes Author:Shakira
“I will be thin and pure like a glass cup. Empty. Pure as light. Music. I move my hands over my body - my shoulders, my collarbone, my rib cage, my hip bones like part of an animal skull, my small thighs. In the mirror my face is pale and my eyes look bruised. My hair is pale and thin and the light comes through. I could be a lot younger than seventeen. I could be a child still, untouched.” LooksChildrenStillsBodyHandsLightEyeFacesMovingAnimalHairPureEmptyMirrorsGlassesBonesShouldersCupsHipsPaleCagesSkullsThighsSeventeenRibsBruisedRib Cage Book:The Hanged Man Source: The Hanged Man
“Boys are just boys after all, but sometimes girls really seem to be the turn of a pale wrist, or the sudden jut of a hip, or a clutch of very dark hair falling across a freckled forehead. I'm not saying that's what they really are. I'm just saying sometimes it seems that way, and that those details (a thigh mole, a full face flush, a scar the precise shape and size of a cashew nut) are so many hooks waiting to land you.” WaySometimesSeemsFacesTurnsFallGirlWaitingDarkBoysLandHairShapesSizeDetailsHipsNutsScarPalePreciseHookForeheadsWristsThighsJust SayingClutchMolesDark HairCashews Author:Zadie Smith
“It was Buckley, as my father and sister joined the group and listened to Grandma Lynn’s countless toasts, who saw me. He saw me standing under the rustic colonial clock and stared. He was drinking champagne. There were strings coming out from all around me, reaching out, waving in the air. Someone passed him a brownie. He held it in his hand but did not eat. He saw my shape and face, which had not changed-the hair still parted down the middle, the chest still flat and hips undeveloped-and wanted to call out my name. It was only a moment, and then I was gone.” StillsMomentsHandsWantedFacesFatherNamesGoneSawsGroupsAirMiddleChangedHairShapesStandingDrinkingHipsClockReachingFlatsStringsChestsComing OutReach OutGrandmaChampagneToastsBrowniesRusticDrinking Champagne Author:Alice Sebold