“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.” KnowsFeelsStillsI CanEyeLife IsGirlSpeakWaitingMinesArmsKissingJokesMouthsSkinsLipsPhonesCornersStealingNosesHis EyesTouchingWarmthThievesBrushesWrapsBridesLife Is Good Author:Sophie Kinsella
“You really need stitches," she tells me."Or you're going to have a scar." I try not to laugh. Stitches aren't going to help. They fix skin, cuts, wounds, heal stuff on the outside. Everything broken with me is on the inside. "I can handle scars, especially one's on the outside.” NeedsTryingI CanHelpingStuffLaughingCuttingBrokenSkinsWoundsHealHandleScarStitches Author:Jessica Sorensen
“After another half second, he's locked me in a bear hug, crushing me into his chest and lifting my feet a couple inches off the ground as I kick furiously with my heels, twisting my head back and forth, snapping at his forearm with my teeth. And the whole time his lips tickling the delicate skin of my ear. "Cassie. Don't. Cassie..." "Let...me...go." "That's been the whole problem. I can't.” I CanWholeProblemHalfFeetBearsCoupleSkinsEarsLet MeLipsTeethKicksCrushChestsDelicateInchesLockedHugHeelsBack And ForthLiftingLet Me GoSnappingTicklingBear Hugs Author:Rick Yancey
“What I know about living is the pain is never just ours Every time I hurt I know the wound is an echo So I keep a listening to the moment the grief becomes a window When I can see what I couldn’t see before, through the glass of my most battered dream, I watched a dandelion lose its mind in the wind and when it did, it scattered a thousand seeds. So the next time I tell you how easily I come out of my skin, don’t try to put me back in just say here we are together at the window aching for it to all get better” KnowsTryingMindI CanMomentsDreamPainTogetherNextLosesHurtGriefWindListeningThousandWindowSkinsGlassesSeedsWoundsGet BetterEchoesNext TimeBatteredDandelions Author:Andrea Gibson
“Do you want to suck face or not?” “Suck face?” His head fell back and he laughed, his chest vibrating against me. It was a lusty, full-bodied sound and my toes curled at hearing it. Gideon laughed so rarely. My hands slid under his sweater and glided over that warm skin. My lips moved over his jaw. “Is that a no?” “Angel, I’ll suck on any part of your body I can get my mouth on.” WantI CanBodyHandsFacesSoundMouthsAngelSkinsMovedLipsHearingWarmYour BodyChestsLaughedToesSweatersGideon Author:Sylvia Day
“I'm an actress, I live in L.A., I work in Hollywood. But I've learned that if you're too skinny, they'll say something about it. If you're not skinny enough, they'll say something about it. I just try to feel good in my own skin as much as I can.” IfsFeelsTryingI CanEnoughMy OwnBeautyHollywoodSkinsActressesFeel GoodI've LearnedSkinny Author:Jennifer Love Hewitt
“I can not, and will not judge, by what my eyes may see. For the skin on a man shall not reveal his true identity.” MenMayI CanCharacterEyeIdentityJudgingDiversitySkinsBrotherhoodCan NotUnity In DiversityTrue Identity Author:Robert M. Hensel