Best skins & hair Quotes | Short & Famous Sayings Page 2

“Here's an easy one: "Race is an entirely social construct." No, it's partially one, depending on how any given society seeks to define it and its implications. But there are basic things such as skin color and hair texture. Even a Martian who'd had no exposure to human "social constructs" would be able to spot those differences. But no Martian, as hard as he tried, could point at a "culture" or to "equality." Those are the social constructs. Those can't be measured in the same way as human DNA.”

Way Humans Hard Would Be Able Culture Given Social Easy Differences Race Color Hair Skins Spots Constructs Dna Exposure Implications Texture Skin Color Martians Basic Things

Author:Jim Goad

“When I was in Mecca I noticed that their, they had no color problem. That they had people there whose eyes were blue and people there whose eyes were black, people whose skin was white, people whose skin was black, people whose hair was blond, people whose hair was black, from the whitest white person to the blackest black person.”

People Persons Problem Eye Black White Color Hair Skins Blue Black People Mecca Black Person

Author:Malcolm X

“When I first saw a White Dutch person dressed up as Black Pete, I was both sickened and shocked. It's hard to stand next to someone who views your skin color and hair as a costume. As a filmmaker, whenever I get that feeling, I want to explore what motivates people to engage in such offensive behavior and enlighten folks about its origins.”

People Want Firsts Persons Hard Feelings Next Black White Views Saws Color Hair Behavior Skins Folks Filmmaker Offensive Shocked Costumes Enlightening Dutch Dressed Up Skin Color

Author:Roger Ross Williams

“I love bats! Women are scared of them. They think bats can get caught in their hair, don't they? But bats are the most beautiful of animals, extraordinarily delicate. Have you observed their brilliant little eyes, gleaming with intelligence, and their skin, silky as velvet? And look at all these delicate little bones.”

Thinking Looks Littles Eye Beautiful Animal Hair Skins Caught Scared Bones Brilliant Delicate Bats Velvet

Author:Pablo Picasso

“Since I have fair skin, I have to stay out of the sun. I can't stand the sun. I dyed my hair red for a while during the 1990s but I'm actually a natural blonde.”

I Can Natural Sun Hair Red Fairs Skins Blonde

Author:Nicole Kidman

“It doesn't matter how long my hair is or what colour my skin is or whether I'm a woman or a man.”

Men Long Matter Motivational Hair Skins Colour

Author:John Lennon

“People don't associate red hair, pale skin, and freckles with beauty.”

People Hair Red Skins Pale Associates Red Hair Freckles Pale Skin

Author:Shirley Manson

“Bolivia's majority Indian population was always excluded, politically oppressed and culturally alienated. Our national wealth, our raw materials, was plundered. Indios were once treated like animals here. In the 1930s and 40s, they were sprayed with DDT to kill the vermin on their skin and in their hair whenever they came into the city.”

Wealth Animal Cities Materials Hair Skins Majority Population Treated Indian Oppressed 1930s Excluded Raw Materials Bolivia Vermin Ddt

Author:Evo Morales

“I feel sexy when I get out of the tub - your skin is fresh and you've put up your hair without looking.”

Feels Air Hair Skins Sexy Tubs Hot Tub

Author:Shania Twain

“My skin is kind of sort of brownish pinkish yellowish white. My eyes are greyish blueish green, but I'm told they look orange in the night. My hair is reddish blondish brown, but its silver when its wet, and all the colors I am inside have not been invented yet.”

Looks Kind Eye Night White Color Hair Skins Green Brown Silver Wet Orange Crayon

Author:Shel Silverstein

“There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands' necks. Anything can happen. You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge.”

Source: Trouble Is My Business: A Novel

“I will love you always. When this red hair is white, I will still love you. When the smooth softness of youth is replaced by the delicate softness of age, I will still want to touch your skin. When your face is full of the lines of every smile you have ever smiled, of every surprise I have seen flash through your eyes, when every tear you have ever cried has left its mark upon your face,I will treasure you all the more, because I was there to see it all. I will share your life with you, Meredith, and I will love you until the last breath leaves your body or mine.”

“I had all the characteristics of a human being—flesh, blood, skin, hair—but my depersonalization was so intense, had gone so deep, that my normal ability to feel compassion had been eradicated, the victim of a slow, purposeful erasure. I was simply imitating reality, a rough resemblance of a human being, with only a dim corner of my mind functioning”

“It looks as though your shop is doing well," Luka said gazing around, "Could you help me find a gift for a lady friend of mine?" My heart plunged to my grenn satin slippers, and I had to stare down at Azarte for a minute, petting him hard. Naturally Luka had a "lady friend." She was probably nobly born: the daughter of a count or a duke. I imagined her having thick dark hair and clear skin, and was bitterly jealous. "Of course," I stammered after a time. "What would she like? A gown? A sash?" If she came in for a fitting, I decided to "accidentlly" poke her with every pin.”

“I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why. My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.”

Thinking Knows Feels Humans Human Beings Emotion Clear Blood Hair Happenings Skins Greed Flesh Horrible Characteristics Mask Sanity Slips Disgusting Verge Psycho Frenzy Bloodlust

Author:Bret Easton Ellis

“What I need is perspective. The illusion of depth, created by a frame, the arrangement of shapes on a flat surface. Perspective is necessary. Otherwise there are only two dimensions. Otherwise you live with your face squashed up against a wall, everything a huge foreground, of details, close-ups, hairs, the weave of the bedsheet, the molecules of the face. Your own skin like a map, a diagram of futility, criscrossed with tiny roads that lead nowhere. Otherwise you live in the moment. Which is not where I want to be.”

“Engaged in a fiery dance, their bodies were linked and seperated by the flashing blades. At times they nearly touched, taut skin only a hair's breadth away, but then momentum would whirl them apart, and they would withdraw for a second, only to join again. Their sinuous forms wove together like twisting ropes of windblown smoke.”

Body Together Form Hair Skins Smoke Engaged Touched Linked Rope Blades Momentum Fiery Breadth

Book:Eragon and Eldest Omnibus

Source: Eragon and Eldest Omnibus

“Let the labyrinth of wrinkles be furrowed in my brow with the red-hot iron of my own life, let my hair whiten and my step become vacillating, on condition that I can save the intelligence of my soul - let my unformed childhood soul, as it ages, assume the rational and esthetic forms of an architecture, let me learn just everything that others cannot teach me, what only life would be capable of marking deeply in my skin!”

Source: The Secret Life of Salvador Dalí

“Scar tissue has no character. It's not like skin. It doesn't show age or illness or pallor or tan. It has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It's like a slip cover. It shields and disguises what's beneath. That's why we grow it; we have something to hide.”

Character Shows Age Grows Hair Skins Illness Scar Slips Disguise Shields Wrinkles Interrupted Tissues Girl Interrupted Scar Tissue

Author:Susanna Kaysen

“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

“I am a king's daughter, And if I cared to care, The moon that has no mistress Would flutter in my hair. No one dares to cherish What I choose to crave. Never have I hungered, For that I did not have I am a kings daughter, And I grow old within The prison of my person, The shackles of my skin. And I would run away And beg from door to door, Just to see your shadow Once, and never more.”

Ifs Persons Care Running Grows Doors Hair Kings Moon Daughter Shadow Skins Prison Dare Cherish Running Away Crave Mistress Shackles

Author:Peter S. Beagle

“Skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony.”

Black White Blood Hair Red Skins Lips Snow Grimm

Book:Snow White and Other Fairy Tales

Source: Snow White and Other Fairy Tales

“Burn, burn tree and fern! Shrivel and scorch! A fizzling torch To light the night for our delight, Ya hey! Bake and toast ‘em, fry and roast ‘em! till beards blaze, and eyes glaze; till hair smells and skins crack, fat melts, and bones black in cinders lie beneath the sky! So dwarves shall die, and light the night for our delight, Ya hey! Ya-harri-hey! Ya hoy!”

Light Eye Lying Night Dies Black Tree Sky Hair Skins Delight Bones Smell Fats Hey Ems Cracks Beard Toasts Torches Dwarves Ferns

Book:The Hobbit

Source: The Hobbit

“Afterward, I curl around her. We lie in silence until darkness falls, and then, haltingly, she begins to talk...She speaks without need or even room for response, so I simply hold her and stroke her hair. She talks of the pain, grief, and horror of the past four years; of learning to cope with being the wife of a man so violent and unpredictable his touch made her skin crawl and of thinking, until quite recently, that she'd finally managed to do that. And then, finally, of how my appearance had forced her to realize she hadn't learned to cope at all.”

Thinking Men Needs Years Made Pain Past Lying Fall Speak Realizing Rooms Grief Silence Darkness Four Wife Hair Horror Skins Response Appearance Violent Four Years Strokes Unpredictable Curls

Author:Sara Gruen

“It's like the smell of burned toast. You made the toast. You looked forward to it. You even enjoyed making it, but it burned. What were you doing? Was it your fault? It doesn't matter anymore. You open the window, but only the very top layer of the smell goes away. The rest remains around you. It's the walls. You leave the room, but it's on your clothes. You change your clothes, but it's in your hair. It's on the thin skin on the tops of your hand. And in the morning, it's still there.”

Made Stills Matter Hands Rooms Morning Hair Wall Clothes Window Skins Remains Faults Smell Enjoyed Layers Burned Toasts

Author:Elliot Perlman

“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

“Mircea must have heard us come in, but he continued what he was doing. He stood with his back to us, the candlelight on his bare skin causing his muscles to fall into sharp relief. He’d washed the river gunk out of his hair and now he threw it back, the water droplets shimmering in the light. The scene looked for all the world like a really good romance novel cover.”

World Light Romance Fall Water Novel Heard Hair Scene Rivers Skins Muscles Relief Romance Novel Candlelight Droplets Bare Skin

Book:Cassie Palmer Novels 1-5

Source: Cassie Palmer Novels 1-5

“I'm lying in my bed, blanket is warm, this body will never keep me safe from harm. I still feel your hair, black ribbons of coal. Touch my skin to keep me whole. If only you'd come back to me. To feel you at my side, wouldn't need no Mojo Pin to keep me satisfied.”

Ifs Needs Feels Stills Whole Body Lying Sides Black Hair Bed Safe Skins Warm Harm Satisfied Coal Pins Blanket Ribbons Come Back To Me Mojo

Author:Jeff Buckley

“I sing of a woman with ink on her hands and pictures hidden beneath her hair. I sing of a dog with skin like velvet pushed the wrong way.I sing of the shape a fallen body makes in the dirt beneath a tree, and I sing of an ordinary man who is wanted to know things no human being could tell him.This is the true beginning.”

Knows Men Way Humans Body Hands Wanted Human Beings Tree Dog Hair Shapes Ordinary Skins Fallen Dirt Ink Wrong Way Velvet Ordinary Man

Book:The Dogs of Babel

Source: The Dogs of Babel

“If I could dream, I know I'd dream about you.I'd dream about the way you smell and how your dark hair feels like silk between my fingers. I'd dream about the smoothness of your skin and the fierceness of your lips when we kiss. Without dreams,I have to be content with my own imagination—which is almost as good. I can picture all those things perfectly.”

Ifs Knows Way Feels I Can Dream Imagination Dark My Own Hair Kissing Skins Fingers Lips Smell If I Could Silk Dimitri Fierceness Dark Hair Dimitri Rose

Author:Richelle Mead

“I haven't come to you only to take , I haven't come to you empty handed : I bring you poetry as great as yours but in anther tongue , I bring you black eyes and golden skin and curly hair , I bring you Islam and Luxor and Alexandria and Lutes and tambourines and date-palms and silk rugs and sunshine and incense and voluptuous ways”

Way Eye Black Havens Hair Empty Skins Islam Tongue Golden Sunshine Palms Silk Incense Voluptuous Black Eyes Alexandria Curly Hair

Book:In the Eye of the Sun

Source: In the Eye of the Sun

“The joyful will stoop with sorrow, and when you have gone to the earth I will let my hair grow long for your sake, I will wander through the wilderness in the skin of a lion”

Long Earth Grows Gone Hair Sorrow Skins Sake Wander Wilderness Lions Joyful Stoops

Book:In the Skin of a Lion

Source: In the Skin of a Lion

“Under the ground seep the toxins of the population that lives above. If you have to, you will eat roots and earthworms. It is always night. Candles burn in lanterns made from tin cans. When it is nighttime up above, you can crawl out, but only for a little while. You feel ashamed of your matted hair, your torn clothes, the dirt on your face. Who would want to speak to you? They are all shiny and pretty. They have parents and house with gardens. What do you have? The earth. Whole handfuls of it. The lizard people with their slit eyes and scaly skin. Your loneliness. Your longing.”

“Patch stood over me, and a drop of rain slid from his hair, landing like ice on my collarbone. I felt it slide along my skin, disappearing beneath the neckline of my shirt. His eyes followed the raindrop, and I began to quiver on the inside.”

Eye Felt Hair Rain Skins Disappear Ice Shirts His Eyes Slides Patches Landing Raindrops Fallen Angels Quiver

Book:Crescendo

Source: Crescendo

“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

“I touched my lips to hers again, and this time, it was a very different sort of kiss. It was six years’ worth of kissing, her lips coming to life under mine, tasting of orange and of desire. Her fingers ran through my sideburns and into my hair before linking around my neck, alive and cool on my warm skin. I was wild and tame and pulled into shreds and crushed into being all at once. For once in my human life, my mind didn’t wander to compose a song lyric or store the moment for later reflection. For once in my life, I was here and nowhere else. -Sam”

“She felt him tremble with the force of his need. He spoke just beneath her ear, his voice thick with tormented pleasure. "You have to leave, Sara ... because I want to hold you like this until your skin melts into mine. I want you in my bed, the smell of you on my sheets, your hair spread across my pillow. I want to take your innocence. God! I want to ruin you for anyone else.”

Want Needs Force Felt Voice Pleasure Mines Hair Bed Skins Ears Spread Smell Ruins Innocence Spokes Thick I Want You Sheets Pillow

Author:Lisa Kleypas

“My thoughts took frantic flight, wanting to escape this prison, and seek out the wind so it could fan my hair and sting my skin, and make me feel alive again.”

Feels Alive Fans Wind Hair Skins Prison Flight My Thoughts Frantic

Book:Flowers in the Attic

Source: Flowers in the Attic

“I haven’t had the chance to look at too many men’s faces up close. And I noticed how his skin was thicker than mine, and a gorgeous shade of toast. The stiff blond hairs on his cheeks and chin seemed to be growing before my eyes. He smelled like starch. Like pine. His nose wasn’t so pointy afterall. …And out of the blue, he kissed me. Right in the middle of the Robert E. Lee Hotel Restaurant, he kissed me so slowly with an open mouth and every single thing in my body-my skin, my collarbone, the hollow backs of my knees, everything inside of me filled up with light.”

Men Looks Body Light Eye Faces Chance Growing Middle Havens Mines Hair Mouths Skins Blue Filled Noses Knees Restaurants Hotel Shade Cheeks Gorgeous Hollow Chins Toasts Filled Up

Book:The Help

Source: The Help

“Holly: Seriously, you don't like unicorns? What kind person doesn't like unicorns? Justine: What kind of a person doesn't like zombies? What have zombies ever done to you? Holly: Zombies shamble. I disapprove of shambling. And they have bits that fall off. You never see a unicorn behaving that way. Justine: I shamble. Bits fall off me all the time: hair, skin cells. Are you saying you disapprove of me?”

Way Kind Persons Done Fall Bits Hair Skins Cells Zombie Unicorn Hollies Justine Kind Person

Author:Holly Black

“The human body essentially recreates itself every six months. Nearly every cell of hair and skin and bone dies and another is directed to its former place. You are not who you were last November.”

Humans Body Lasts Dies Hair Months Six Skins Bones Former Cells Six Months Human Body November Skin And Bones

Author:Donald Miller

“My captivity with Dimitri. The way his mouth—so, so warm, despite his cold skin—had kissed mine. The feel of his fangs pressing into my neck and the sweet bliss that followed... He looked exactly the same too, with that chalky white pallor and red-ringed eyes that so conflicted with the soft, chin-length brown hair and otherwise gorgeous lines of his face. He even had a leather duster on.”

Way Feels Eye Faces Lines White Mines Sweet Hair Cold Mouths Red Skins Warm Despite Bliss Necks Brown Length Gorgeous Leather Chins Fangs Captivity Dimitri Brown Hair

Book:Spirit Bound: A Vampire Academy Novel

Source: Spirit Bound: A Vampire Academy Novel

“Curse him for being all tight muscle, with ivory skin and a mouth as soft as rose petals. Curse him for having hair as fair as the sun, and eyes as black as night. Curse him for having the grace of a cat and deft, cool hands. And now I am having the same argument on paper that I have in my own head on too many nights. I know my choice is sensible, but it isn't my common sense I think with, those times Rosto's stolen a kiss from me.”

Thinking Knows Hands Eye Night Choices Black My Own Common Sun Grace Hair Kissing Paper Mouths Fairs Argument Cat Skins Rose Common Sense Curse Muscles Sensible Stolen Petals Ivory Rose Petals

Author:Tamora Pierce

“Then she did see it there - just a face, peering through the curtains, hanging in midair like a mask. A head-scarf concealed the hair and the glassy eyes stared inhumanly, but it wasn’t a mask, it couldn’t be. The skin had been powdered dead-white and two hectic spots of rouge centered on the cheekbones. It wasn’t a mask. It was the face of a crazy old woman. Mary started to scream, and then the curtains parted further and a hand appeared, holding a butcher’s knife. It was the knife that, a moment later, cut off her scream. And her head.”

Two Moments Hands Eye Faces White Cutting Crazy Hair Skins Spots Mask Knives Scream Mary Curtains Concealed Old Woman Butchers Scarves Hectic Rouge Cheekbones

Book:Psycho: A Novel

Source: Psycho: A Novel

“And each stroke of his tongue ripped off skin after successive skin, all the skins of a life in the world, and left behind a nascent patina of shining hairs. My earrings turned back to water and trickled down my shoulders; I shrugged the drops off my beautiful fur.”

World Beautiful Left Water Behinds Hair Skins Shining Tongue Shoulders Bloody Strokes Left Behind Fur Ripped Earrings

Book:Burning your boats: the collected short stories

Source: Burning your boats: the collected short stories

“What about your freedom?" he whispered in her ear over a minute later, bracing his hands palms down on the wall beside her head. He made no move to stop her as she stroked and petted every inch of that sinfully gorgeous chest, all hard muscle and gleaming skin overlaid with silky-rough strands of dark hair. "Idiot." She nipped his jaw with her teeth. "The only freedom I ever wanted was the right to love you.”

Made Hard Hands Wanted Moving Dark Minutes Love You Hair Wall Skins Ears Teeth Idiot Muscles Rough Chests Inches Palms Gorgeous Strands Your Freedom Dark Hair

Book:Paranormal Holiday Anthology Trio

Source: Paranormal Holiday Anthology Trio

“The bathroom door burst open, and Molly came trotting out. The left half of her body had been shaved almost down to the skin. The right half was as shaggy as before. John emerged after her, brushing a layer of dog hair off his clothes. John said, "Well, that's done... It was Molly's idea. She wants to look like two different dogs when she's coming and going. She thinks it will make it easier for her to steal food... That's one complicated dog, Dave. Have you started on the bomb?”

Thinking Want Wells Looks Said Two Ideas Different Done Body Left Half Doors Dog Hair Easier Clothes Skins Complicated Stealing Bombs Layers Bathroom Dave Brushing Trotting

Book:John Dies at the End

Source: John Dies at the End

“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

“Imagine a guy. He’s a little taller than you, with perfect skin, skin that just screams “touch me!” and dark hair and gorgeous blue eyes and he looks so sweet and he is sweet. And then have him blush a little.”

Looks Littles Eye Guy Dark Perfect Imagine Sweet Hair Skins Blue Scream Gorgeous Blue Eyes Touch Me Dark Hair

Book:The Unwritten Rule

Source: The Unwritten Rule

“She looked up from closing it to find Jace watching her through hooded eyes. “And one last thing,” he said. He reached over and pulled the sparking pins out of her hair, so that it fell in warm heavy curls down her neck. The sensation of hair tickling her bare skin was unfamiliar and oddly pleasant. “Much better,” he said, and she thought this time that maybe his voice was uneven too.”

Said Eye Lasts Voice Hair Skins Heavy Warm Pleasant Necks Sensations Jace Closing Pins Unfamiliar Curls Tickling Sparking Bare Skin

Author:Cassandra Clare

Skins Quotes

Related topics

Skins Quotes