“Ah, the feeling you get holding a diamond in your hand! It seems to bore into your skin, to burn, to breathe. It's like holding a bit of the moon in your hand.” FeelingsHandsSeemsBitsMoonSkinsBreatheDiamondBoresJewels Author:Anna Magnani
“It's important to leave your face without makeup for a while after waking up...Let your skin breathe a while before applying your makeup, even if it means waking up a bit earlier.” IfsMeanImportantFacesBitsSkinsWake UpBreatheMakeupYour FaceWakingWithout Makeup Author:Diane von Furstenberg
“Your skin is your largest organ, and it wants to breathe. There are so many times, like Fashion Week, when you [need to] think about all the stuff your skin and body have absorbed through makeup and products and all this stuff.” ThinkingWantNeedsBodyStuffWeekFashionProductsSkinsBreatheMakeupOrgansFashion Week Author:Erin Wasson
“I like to let my skin breathe when I'm not shooting or working, so that's why you'll find me on most of my social media accounts barefaced with face masks!” FacesSocialMediaSkinsAccountsSocial MediaBreatheShootingMaskFind Me Author:Shay Mitchell
“Being In Love Means hard questions. Will I? Won't I? Should I? Could I? Yes? No? You? Me? There is no me without you. Is there a you without me? And if were truly one. how will I breathe when circomstance pries us apart? You are my oxygen. my substance, the blood inside my veins. When we touch, you are my skin. hold all my joy inside of you. When you go, I wither.” IfsShouldMeanHardJoyBloodSkinsBreatheSubstanceShould IVeinsOxygenBeing In LoveWithout YouLove MeansHard Questions Author:Ellen Hopkins
“I stroke her lightly, memorizing her body. I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin. I lie motionless, savoring the feeling of her body against mine. I'm afraid to breathe in case I break the spell.” WantFeelingsBodyLyingWalksBreakCasesMinesSkinsBreatheSpellsStrokesToastsMemorizingSavoring Author:Sara Gruen
“To put to rest any doubts you might have… I’m jealous of every man who comes within ten feet of you. I’m jealous of the clothes on your skin and the air you breathe. I’m jealous of every moment you spend out of my sight” MenMomentsMightDoubtAirFeetTenClothesSkinsSightBreatheEvery ManJealous Author:Lisa Kleypas
“Don't be upset. Don't listen to me. I only meant that I am jealous of a dark, unconscious element, something irrational, unfathomable. I am jealous of your toilet articles, of the drops of sweat on your skin, of the germs in the air you breathe which could get into your blood and poison you. And I am jealous of Komarovsky, as if he were an infectious disease. Someday he will take you away, just as certainly as death will someday separate us. I know this must seem obscure and confused, but I can't say it more clearly. I love you madly, irrationally, infinitely.” IfsKnowsI CanSeemsDarkAirBloodLove YouDiseaseElementsSkinsBreatheUpsetConfusedPoisonUnconsciousSomedayJealousSweatArticlesIrrationalObscureToiletsGermsListen To MeUnfathomableInfectious DiseasesI Am Jealous Author:Boris Pasternak
“She can feel his blood, just beneath his skin; when he breathes, the air fills with smoke. He's like a dragon, ancient and fearless.” FeelsAirBloodSkinsAncientBreatheSmokeFearlessDragons Book:Here On Earth Source: Here On Earth
“He tilts his forehead down to rest against mine and pulls me closer. His skin, his whole being radiates heat from being so near the fire, and I close my eyes, soaking in his warmth. I breathe in the smell of snow-dampened leather and smoke and apples, the smell of all those wintry days we shared before the Games. I don't try to move away. Why should I anyway? His voice drops to a whisper. "I love you." That's why.” ShouldTryingWholeEyeMovingGamesVoiceFireLove YouMinesSkinsSmellBreatheSnowSmokeHeatApplesWarmthShould ILeatherForeheadsTiltSoakingCatching Fire Book:Catching Fire (The Second Book of the Hunger Games) Source: Catching Fire (The Second Book of the Hunger Games)
“A hundred years from now, people will look back on us and laugh. They'll say, 'You know what people used to believe? They believed in photons and electrons. Can you imagine anything so silly?' They'll have a good laugh, because by then there will be newer better fantasies... And meanwhile, you feel the way the boat moves? That's the sea. That's real. You smell the salt in the air? You feel the sunlight on your skin? That's all real. Life is wonderful. It's a gift to be alive, to see the sun and breathe the air. And there isn't really anything else.” PeopleKnowsWayFeelsYearsBelieveLooksRealMovingLife IsUsedFantasyLaughingSunAliveImagineWonderfulAirSeaHundredSkinsSmellBreatheSillyReal LifeBoatSaltSunlightReal YouElectronsGood LaughPhotonsLife Is Wonderful Book:The Lost World Source: The Lost World
“You think my first instinct is to protect you. Because you're small, or a girl, or a Stiff. But you're wrong." He leans his face close to mine and wraps his fingers around my chin. His hand smells like metal. When was the last time he held a gun, or a knife? My skin tingles at the point of contact, like he's transmitting electricity through his skin. "My first instinct is to push you until you break, just to see how hard I have to press." he says, his fingers squeezing at the word break. My body tenses at the edge in his voice, so I am coiled as tight as a spring, and I forget to breathe.” ThinkingFirstsHardBodyHandsLastsFacesGirlVoiceForgetBreakMinesProtectSpringGunSkinsPressesInstinctFingersEdgesSmellBreatheContactKnivesMetalsLast TimeElectricityWrapsChinsProtect YouSqueezingDivergent Series Author:Veronica Roth
“What does it feel like to be infected?" "I-- I can't describe it." I force the words out. Can't breathe, can't breathe, can't breathe. His skin smells like smoke from a wood fire, like soap, like heaven. I imagine tasting his skin; I imagine biting his lips. "I want to know." His words are a whisper, barely audible. "I want to know with you.” KnowsWantFeelsDoeI CanForceHeavenFireImagineSkinsLipsWoodsSmellBreatheSmokeSoapTastingBiting Author:Lauren Oliver
“The air of England is too pure for a slave to breathe, and so everyone who breathes it becomes free. Everyone who comes to this island is entitled to the protection of English law, whatever oppression he may have suffered and whatever may be the colour of his skin.” MayWarLawAirPureSkinsEnglandSlaveProtectionBreatheOppressionIslandsColourEntitledEnglish Law Author:William Murray, 1st Earl of Mansfield