“Of course I was bullied and of course I was called names - my last name is Weir. That's very, very close to 'weird,' or 'queer' and any of those words. But I've never been anyone to cry over spilled milk or be upset because kids don't like me, or people don't like me... It makes my skin stronger and thicker. And why cry? Your mascara runs.” PeopleRunningKidsLastsCoursesNamesCrySkinsStrongerLike MeUpsetMilkBulliedMascaraDon't Like MeSpilled Milk Author:Johnny Weir
“The weather turned. Her skin seemed to grow a million extra pores, and all of them opened to take in the warmth and tenderness of the air. The sun on her face made her want to cry. Into all those millions of open pores came the sunshine, and other feelings as well. In and out. She was porous.” WantWellsMadeFeelingsFacesGrowsMillionsSunAirCrySkinsWeatherExtrasSunshineWarmthTenderness Author:Ann Brashares
“You lay your hand against his skin and just rib his back. Blow into his ear. Press that baby up against your own skin and walk outside with him, where the night air will sourround him, and moonlight fall on his face. Whistle, maybe. Dance. Hum. Pray. (how to calm a crying baby)” HandsFacesNightFallWalksAirCryBabyPrayingSkinsEarsPressesLaysCalmBlowMoonlightRibs Author:Joyce Maynard
“I do not remember very many things from the inside out. I do not remember what it felt like to touch things, or how bathwater traveled over my skin. I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break. Even now, when people lean down to touch me, or hug me, or put a hand on my shoulder, I hold my breath. I turn my face. I want to cry.” PeopleWantHandsWantedRememberFacesTurnsFeltBreakToo MuchCryStrangeSkinsBreathsShouldersTouchedDislikeHugTraveledTouch MeHug MeBreak Even Book:Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia Source: Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia
“The Detective was different. Not that he wasn't a good man; Willie had heard enough about him to understand that he was the kind who didn't like to turn away from another's pain, the kind who couldn't put a pillow over his ears to drown out the cries of strangers. Those scars he had were badges of courage, and Willie knew that there were others hidden beneath his clothes, and still more deep inside, right beneath the skin and down to the soul. No, it was just that whatever goodness was there coexisted with rage and grief and loss.” MenKindStillsDifferentSoulEnoughPainTurnsLossGriefHeardCryGoodnessClothesSkinsEarsStrangerRageGood ManGrief And LossScarPillowDetectivesDeep InsideBadges Author:John Connolly
“She touched the healthy folds of skin around the baby's neck, wrists, and thighs, the dark lines crying for life made in his forehead, and thought how people start with wrinkles and end with wrinkles, grow into their skin and then live to grow out of it again.” PeopleMadeEndsGrowsLinesDarkCryBabyHealthySkinsNecksTouchedFoldsForeheadsWrinklesWristsThighs Author:Shannon Hale
“I'm always telling myself I don't have many feelings. Even when something does affect me I'm only moderately moved. I almost never cry. It's not that I'm stronger than the ones with teary eyes, I'm weaker. They have courage. When all you are is skin and bones, feelings are a brave thing. I'm more of a coward. The difference is minimal though, I just use my strength not to cry. When I do allow myself a feeling, I take the part that hurts and bandage it up with a story that doesn't cry, that doesn't dwell on homesickness.” DoeStoriesUseFeelingsEyeDifferencesHurtCrySkinsStrongerMovedBraveBonesCowardHave CourageHomesicknessBandagesSkin And Bones Author:Herta Muller