Best skins & arms Quotes | Short & Famous Sayings

“Probably if half a kilogram [of radium] were in a bottle on that table it would kill us all. It would almost certainly destroy our sight and burn our skins to such an extent that we could not survive. The smallest bit placed on one's arm would produce a blister which it would need months to heal.”

Ifs Needs Science Bits Half Produce Arms Months Destruction Skins Sight Tables Heal Bottles Smallest Blisters

Author:William Crookes

“The yellowfly is almost too small to see, but if you leave its egg in your skin, you will lose an arm or leg before it hatches - if it does not kill you.”

Ifs Doe Loses Arms Skins Legs Eggs

Book:Lord of Chaos: Book Six of 'The Wheel of Time'

Source: Lord of Chaos: Book Six of 'The Wheel of Time'

“Not one woman over seventeen has any faith in her skin tone, and no woman over thirty can ever regard her upper arms with equanimity.”

Body Arms Skins Regard Thirty Tone One Woman Seventeen Equanimity Skin Tone

Book:Sex Tips For Girls: Lust, Love, and Romance from the Lives of Single Women

Source: Sex Tips For Girls: Lust, Love, and Romance from the Lives of Single Women

“One's self is always shifting in relationship to beauty and you always have to be able to incorporate yourself or your new self into life. Like your skin starts hanging off your arms and stuff, and then you have to think, well that's really beautiful too. It just isn't beautiful in a way that I knew it was beautiful before.”

Thinking Way Wells Self Able Beautiful Stuff Like You Arms Skins Shifting Really Beautiful New Self

Author:Kiki Smith

“But the body fails us and the mirror knows, and we no longer insist that the gray hush be carried off its surface by the cloth, for we have run to fat, and wrinkles encircle the eyes and notch the neck where the skin wattles, and the flesh of the arms hangs loose like an overlarge sleeve, veins thicken like ropes and empurple the body as though they had been drawn there by a pen, freckles darken, liver spots appear, the hairah, the hair is exhausted and gray and lusterless, in weary rolls like cornered lint.”

Knows Self Body Eye Running Failing Hair Arms Skins Mirrors Aging Surface Flesh Fats Spots Necks Pens Gray Weary Exhausted Veins Rope Sleeves Wrinkles Liver Hush Notches Freckles Cornered

Author:William H. Gass

“There is a loneliness that can be rocked. Arms crossed, knees drawn up, holding, holding on, this motion, unlike a ship's, smooths and contains the rocker. It's an inside kind--wrapped tight like skin. Then there is the loneliness that roams. No rocking can hold it down. It is alive. On its own. A dry and spreading thing that makes the sound of one's own feet going seem to come from a far-off place.”

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Author:Toni Morrison

“The house became full of love. Aureliano expressed it in poetry that had no beginning and no end. He would write it on the harsh pieces of parchment that Melquiades gave him, on the bathroom walls, on the skin of his arms, and in all of it Remedios would appear transfigured: Remedios in the soporific air of two in the afternoon, Remedios in the soft breath of the roses, Remedios in the water-clock secrets of the moths, Remedios in the steaming morning bread, Remedios everywhere and Remedios forever.”

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Author:Gabriel Garcia Marquez

“This morning, Tegus welcomed me again with an arm clasp and cheek touch. I wasn't startled this time, and I breathed in at his neck. How can I describe the scent of his skin? He smells something like cinnamon-- brown and dry and sweet and warm. Ancestors, is it wrong for me to imagine laying my head on his chest and closing my eyes and breathing in his smell?”

Eye Morning Imagine Sweet Arms Skins Warm Smell Breathing Dry Necks Brown Chests Ancestor Cheeks Scent Closing Cinnamon Closing My Eyes

Author:Shannon Hale

“I dodged behind Mac for cover and refused to take the bait. I glanced at my nonexistent watch. 'Oops, look at the time. Guess I have to be going now. Let's not do this again sometime, okay?' Before I could move, Pritkin was there, jamming the medallion into the skin of my upper arm.'Ow!'He looked at me expectantly. I glared at him. 'That hurt!' What do you see?' A big red mark.”

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Book:Cassie Palmer Novels 1-5

Source: Cassie Palmer Novels 1-5

“Hellooo.” I held out my arm. “An amethyst woman with blue hair is telling you this.” She reached out and scraped her short nails over my arm. I snatched my arm back. “Ow.” Not body makeup.” She frowned and peered at the roots of my hair. “A good die-job or you’ve really got blue hair.” For now,” I said. “I’m half Drow.” She raised an eyebrow. Dark Elves.” Uh-huhhhh.” During the day I look normal, like you.” With an amused look she held up her arm, showing her dark, golden skin. “You’re Kenyan and Puerto Rican?”

Looks Said Body Jobs Dies Dark Half Like You Hair Arms Normal Roots Skins Blue Raised Golden Makeup Nails Eyebrows Amused Amethyst Blue Hair

Author:Cheyenne McCray

“But the last one: the baby who trails her scent like a flag of surrender through your life when there will be no more coming after - oh, that's love by a different name. She is the babe you hold in your arms for an hour after she's gone to sleep. If you put her down in the crib, she might wake up changed and fly away. So instead you rock my the window, drinking the light from her skin, breathing her exhaled dreams. Your heart bays to the double crescent moons of closed lashes on her cheeks. She's the one you can't put down.”

Source: The Poisonwood Bible

“Her hands quieted. "Yeah. Because even if the law says that no one is responsible for anyone else, helping someone who needs it is the right thing to do." I sat down beside her, close enough that the skin of her arm hummed right next to mine. "You really believe that?" She looked down at her lap "Yeah." Then how," I asked, "can you walk away from me?”

Ifs Needs Believe Enough Helping Hands Law Next Walks Mines Arms Skins Responsible Yeah Things To Do Right Thing Sat Lap Helping Someone

Book:My Sister's Keeper - Movie Tie-In: A Novel

Source: My Sister's Keeper - Movie Tie-In: A Novel

“Grace. I held on to that name. If I kept that in my head, I would be OK. Grace. I was shaking, shaking; my skin peeling away. Grace. My bones squeezed, pinched, pressed against my muscles. Grace. Her eyes held me even after I stopped feeling her fingers gripping my arms. Sam," she said. "Don't go.”

Ifs Said Feelings Would Be Eye Names Grace Arms Skins Fingers Bones Muscles Her Eyes Shaking Gripping Peeling

Author:Maggie Stiefvater

“I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses...the smell of your hair, the taste of your skin, the touch of your breath on my face. I want to see you in the final hour of my life...to lie in your arms as I take my last breath.”

Want Love Lasts Faces Lying Hours Morning Tears Hair Arms Lovers Taste Kissing Skins Breaths Finals Smell Noon Your Smile Nightfall Want To See You

Author:Lisa Kleypas

“I felt a trembling along my skin, a treaveling current that moved up my spine, down my arms, pulsing out from my fingertips. I was practically radiating. The body knows things a long time before the mind catches up to them. I was wondering what my body knew that I didn't.”

Knows Mind Long Body Felt Wonder Arms Long Time Skins Moved Currents Spine Trembling Fingertips

Book:The Secret Life of Bees

Source: The Secret Life of Bees

“All night I streched my arms across him, rivers of blood, the dark woods, singing with all my skin and bone ''Please keep him safe. Let him lay his head on my chest and we will be like sailors, swimming in the sound of it, dashed to pieces.'' Makes a cathedral, him pressing against me, his lips at my neck, and yes, I do believe his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars.”

“The moon had risen behind him, the color of a shark's underbelly. It lit the ruined walls, and the skin of his arms and hands, with its sickly light, making him long for a mirror in which to study his face. Surely he'd be able to see the bones beneath the meat; the skull gleaming the way his teeth gleamed when he smiled. After all, wasn't that what a smile said? Hello, world, this is the way I'll look when the wet parts are rotted.”

World Way Looks Long Said Hands Light Able Faces Behinds Study Color Wall Arms Moon Skins Mirrors Bones Teeth Meat Wet Ruined Hello Lit Skulls Sharks Risen

Author:Clive Barker

“There are two kinds of visual memory: one when you skillfully recreate an image in the laboratory of your mind, with your eyes open (and then I see Annabel in such general terms as: "honey-colored skin," "thin arms," "brown bobbed hair," "long lashes," "big bright mouth"); and the other when you instantly evoke, with shut eyes, on the dark innerside of your eyelids, the objective, absolutely optical replica of a beloved face, a little ghost in natural colors (and this is how I see Lolita).”

Source: The Annotated Lolita: Revised and Updated

“She is sitting on frozen ground wrapped in a blanket, her pale skin shining. She smiles and she stands and without words, she steps forward, opens the blanket, envelops me within it and within her and within myself. She kisses my cheek, the one not torn, she wraps me and she holds me. Her arms are thin but strong. She whispers in my ear, "I'm glad you're here.”

Strong Steps Arms Kissing Sitting Skins Ears Shining Glad Cheeks Pale Torn Frozen Wraps Blanket Steps Forward Hold Me Pale Skin

Book:A Million Little Pieces

Source: A Million Little Pieces

“Alek was right behind her now, his body pressing close as he adjusted her sword arm. She hadn't realized this fencing business would be so touchy. He grasped her waist, sending a crackle across her skin. If Alek moved his hands any higher, he might notice what was hidden beneath her careful tailoring. “Always keep sideways to your opponent,” he said, gently turning her. “That way, your chest presents the smallest possible target.” “Aye, the smallest possible target,” Deryn sighed. Her secret was safe, it seemed.”

Ifs Way Said Body Hands Might Would Be Secret Behinds Arms Higher Safe Skins Moved Careful Opponents Target Chests Smallest Sideways Touchy Fencing

Author:Scott Westerfeld

“He kissed me, so gently at first that I melted. I pressed close against him as the kiss deepened, curling my arms around his neck and tumbling into pure sensation. The softness of his hair as I ran my fingers through it; his arms hands on my skin, caressing me. It felt so, so good. I'd been afraid that I'd never have this again--this sense of being so achingly alive that every nerve ending was on fire.”

Firsts Hands Felt Fire Alive Hair Arms Pure Kissing Skins Fingers Ran Necks Sensations Nerves Softness Tumbling

Author:L.A. Weatherly

“I don't know what rituals my kids will carry into adulthood, whether they'll grow up attached to homemade pizza on Friday nights, or the scent of peppers roasting over a fire, or what. I do know that flavors work their own ways under the skin, into the heart of longing. Where my kids are concerned I find myself hoping for the simplest things: that if someday they crave orchards where their kids can climb into the branches and steal apples, the world will have trees enough with arms to receive them.”

“His mouth is on me, his hands, I can't wait and he's moving, already, love, it's been so long, I'm alive in my skin, again, arms around him, falling and water softly everywhere, never-ending.”

Long I Can Hands Moving Fall Waiting Water Alive Arms Mouths Skins Never Ending I'm Alive

Book:The Handmaid's Tale

Source: The Handmaid's Tale

“glancing back I got my first clear look at the monster. He was seven feet tall, easy, his arms and legs like something from the cover of Muscle Man magazine-bulging biceps and triceps and a bunch of other 'ceps, all stuffed like baseballs under vein-webbed skin. He wore no clothes except underwear-I mean, bright white fruit of the Looms.”

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Author:Rick Riordan

“Cold?" Ravus echoed. He took her arm and rubbed it between his hands, watching them as though they were betraying him. "Better?" He asked warily. His skin felt hot, even through the cloth of her shirt, his touch was both soothing and electric. She leaned into him without thinking. His thighs parted, rough black cloth scratching against her jeans as she moved between his long legs. His eyes half-lidded as he pushed himself off the desk, their bodies sliding together, his hands still holding hers. Then, suddenly, he froze.”

Thinking Long Stills Body Hands Eye Together Felt Black Half Arms Cold Skins Hot Moved Legs Shirts His Eyes Rough Betray Electric Desks Jeans Soothing Thighs Long Legs

Author:Holly Black

“Zach,” I said as I lay there “Where did you go? When you were looking for me?” I shifted in his arms, looked into his eyes. “Crazy.” His voice was a whisper against my skin. “I went crazy.”

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Book:Gallagher Girls: Out of Sight, Out of Time

Source: Gallagher Girls: Out of Sight, Out of Time

“The string slices into the skin of his fingers and no matter how tough the calluses, it tears. But this beat is fast and even though his joints are aching, his arm's out of control like it has a mind of its own and the sweat tat drenches his hair and face seems to smother him, but nothing's going to stop Tom. He;s aiming for oblivion.”

Mind Matter Seems Faces Tears Hair Arms Beats Tough Skins Fingers Strings Sweat Toms Oblivion Joints Calluses

Author:Melina Marchetta

“I felt a tickle on my skin; it took me a moment to realize that Cole was driving his die-cast Mustang up my arm. He was laughing to himself, hushed and infectious, as if there was still any reason to be quite.”

Ifs Stills Reason Moments Dies Felt Realizing Laughing Arms Skins Casts Driving Mustang

Book:Forever

Source: Forever

“Gripping my arm, Mother held it in the orange-blue flame. My skin seemed to explode from the heat.”

Mother Arms Skins Blue Flames Heat Orange Gripping

Book:A Child Called It: One Child's Courage to Survive

Source: A Child Called It: One Child's Courage to Survive

“I felt angry, frustrated. I felt I didn't belong, not in my church, not in my home, not in my skin. Amidst the chaos, i felt alone, in need of a friend instead of a sister, someone detached from my world. The "woman's role" theory disgusted me. I would soon be a woman, and I knew I could never perform as expected. I was tired of my mom's submission to her religion, to her husband's sick quest for an heir, to his abuse. I was sick of my dad, of reaching for him as he fell farther away from us and into the arms of Johnnie WB.”

World Needs Home Felt Church Roles Theory Arms Mom Dad Husband Skins Sick Abuse Angry Tired Chaos My Dad My Mom Expected Reaching Quests Frustrated Submission Detached Heirs Disgusted Women's Roles

Book:Burned

Source: Burned

“That's the beauty of the cure. No one mentions those lost, hot days in the field, when Thomas kissed Rachel's tears away and invented worlds just so he could promise them to her, when she tore the skin off her own arm at the thought of living without him.”

World Lost Fields Tears Arms Promise Skins Hot Cures Hot Days

Book:Delirium Trilogy: Delirium, Pandemonium, Requiem

Source: Delirium Trilogy: Delirium, Pandemonium, Requiem

“Sage?" Adrian lightly touched my arm, and I jumped at the feel of his fingertips against my skin. "You okay?" "I don't know," I said softly. "I just thought of something crazy." "Welcome to my world.”

Knows World Feels Said Crazy Arms Okay Skins Welcome Touched Sage Fingertips Welcome To My World

Book:The Golden Lily: A Bloodlines Novel

Source: The Golden Lily: A Bloodlines Novel

“How come we've got these bodies? They are frail supports for what we feel. There are times I get so hemmed in by my arms and legs I look forward to getting past them. As though death will set me free like a traveling cloud... I'll be out there as a piece of the endless body of the world feeling pleasures so much larger than skin and bones and blood.”

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Book:Love Medicine

Source: Love Medicine

“I told them that when you were born, God was so delighted that He sent a hundred angels to kiss you while you were in your mother's arms. Every place where the angels kissed you, they left a tiny dot. That way, if you ever forget how greatly you are loved by God, all you have to do is look at your skin, and you will remember.”

Ifs Way Looks Remember Mother Left Born Forget Arms Kissing Hundred Angel Skins Tiny Delighted Dots

Author:Robin Jones Gunn

“What are they waiting to see?" Sam follows my gaze and I shrug. "Who knows? You could always do a dance, or tell a joke, or... kiss the bride?" "Not the bride," he wraps his arms around me, and gradually pulls me close. Our noses are practically touching. I can see right into his eyes. I can feel the warmth of his skin. "you." Me. "The girl who stole my phone." His lips brush across the corner of my mouth. "The thief." "It was in a bin." "Still stealing." "No it isn't-," I begin. But now his mouth is firmly on mine, and I can't speak at all. And suddenly, life is good.”

“She had fallen asleep with her head on his arm, the clockwork angel, still around her throat, resting against his shoulder just to the left of his collarbone. As she moved away, the clockwork angel slipped free and she saw to her surprise that where it had lain against his skin it had left a mark behind, no bigger than a shilling, in the shape of a pale white star.”

Source: The Infernal Devices: Clockwork Angel; Clockwork Prince; Clockwork Princess

“Marlee, what are you doing? Get under a tent before you burn your skin." She gave me a polite smile. "I'm happy here." "No, really," I said, putting a hand around her arm. "You'll look like my hair.”

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Author:Kiera Cass

“You are such a chick." I widened my eyes in mock surprise. "No way. Are you sure?" Sighing again, he rubbed at the tattoos on his wrist. "Mackenzie was right. You aren't slayer material." Before he had time to register my intentions, I threw a punch. My sore, swollen knuckles slammed into his cheekbone, thrusting his head to the side. Pain shot up my arm, but I bit my tongue to stop a moan. "You were saying?" He popped his jaw, rubbed at the reddening skin-and slowly grinned. "Okay, so now I understand why Cole likes you. You're worse than Kat.”

Source: The White Rabbit Chronicles: Alice in Zombieland\Through the Zombie Glass\The Queen of Zombie Hearts

“At first, the idea of doing a 90-minute workout in a 40 degree room sounded like torture. But the sweating is exactly what I became addicted to. My body changed dramatically almost immediately. Within three classes, I noticed less belly fat. My knees and legs are stronger than ever now; my arms have definition for the first time in my life; and my posture is much, much better. I also feel completely energized from all of the deep breathing. I leave class relieved of any anxiety I went in with, and the sweating and detoxifying make my skin feel great.”

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