“Whatever the tiny bubbles sitting beautifully on the surface of the absolutely delicious-looking skin around his forehead and neck were, they were doing a lot for his overall appearance...and for my heart rate.” HeartMy HeartSittingSkinsRateAppearanceSurfaceTinyCrushNecksBubblesDeliciousForeheadsHeart Rate Author:LIZ
“...and suddenly it hits you: Human skin is actually made up of billions of tiny units of protoplasm, called "cells"! And what is even more interesting, the ones on the outside are all dying! This is a fact. Your skin is like an aggressive modern corporation, where the older veteran cells, who have finally worked their way to the top and obtained offices with nice views,are constantly being shoved out the window head first, without so much as a pension plan,by younger hotshot cells moving up from below.” WayFirstsHumansMadeFactsMovingInterestingViewsNicePlansModernDyingOfficeWindowSkinsBillionsTinyCellsCorporationsAggressiveUnitsVeteranPensionMoving UpPension Plans Author:Dave Barry
“Each of us is a tiny being, permitted to ride on the outermost skin of one of the smaller planets for a few dozen trips around the local star.” StarsPlanetsSkinsTinyLocalsDozen Book:Shadows of Forgotten Ancestors Source: Shadows of Forgotten Ancestors
“I find the female tragedy of insecurity to be hilarious. We get obsessed over issues like the tiny skin tags on our backs or that we're fat. You read one line in a magazine and it sends you into a tailspin.” LinesIssuesFemaleSkinsTragedyTinyFatsMagazinesObsessedInsecurityTagOne Line Author:Lake Bell
“Maybe i would become a mermaid... i would live in the swirling blue-green currents, doing exotic underwater dances for the fish, kissed by sea anemones, caressed by seaweed shawls. I would have a doliphin friend. He would have merry eyes and thick flesh of a god. My fingernails would be tiny shells and my skin would be like jade with light shining through it I would never have to come back up” LightWould BeEyeSeaSkinsBlueGreenShiningFishesCurrentsFleshTinyThickShellsMerryExoticMermaidUnderwaterFingernailsSeaweedJadeShining Through Author:Francesca Lia Block
“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.” WantNeedsTwoMomentsFacesHugeHairPerspectiveWallShapesPerceptionIllusionSkinsDepthDetailsSurfaceTinyDimensionsMapsFlatsYour FaceArrangementsLive In The MomentMoleculesFutilityDiagramsForeground Author:Margaret Atwood
“I made it," you said, gruffly, "for you." You shoved it onto my finger. It was roughly carved, shaped from a lump of something colourful and cold...a ring made entirely from a gemstone. It was beautiful. It glinted emerald greens and blood reds over my skin, and had tiny flecks of gold catching the light. I couldn't stop staring at it. "Why?" I asked. You didn't answer that. Instead you touched the ring gently and looked piercingly at me, unsaid questions in your eyes.” MadeSaidLightEyeBeautifulAnswersBloodColdGoldSkinsFingersTinyRingsMade ItStaringTouchedCatchingLumpsUnsaidEmeraldsColourful Author:Lucy Christopher
“You must learn to heed your senses. Humans use but a tiny percentage of theirs. They barely look, they rarely listen, they never smell, and they think that they can only experience feelings through their skin. But they talk, oh, do they talk.” ThinkingHumansLooksPhilosophyUseFeelingsBodySkinsMedicineSmellTinySensesPercentagesHeedSoma Book:The First Codex Source: The First Codex
“Knowledge can be like the skin on the surface of the water in a pond, or it can go all the way down to the mud. It can be the tiny tip of the iceberg or the whole hundred percent.” WayWholeWaterPercentHundredSkinsSurfaceTinyMudPondsIcebergTip Of The Iceberg Author:Siobhan Dowd
“She watched as he settled down on the bed with Naya skin to skin on his chest. His hand all but covered her tiny body as he stroked her in that changeling way, bonding with her on the most elemental level. Then he purred, and Naya made a happy little sound of delight, very much a cat in her love of touch.” WayLittlesMadeBodyHandsSoundLevelsBedCatSkinsDelightTinyCoveredChestsBondingElementalsChangelings Author:Nalini Singh
“Cassidy's heart tried to leap out through his taught skin and hop into his wet hands. But outwardly it was all very calm, very serene, just as always, and it seemed to last a tiny forever, just like that, a snapshot of them all on the curved parabola of a starting line, eight giant hearts attached to eight pairs of bellows-like lungs mounted on eight pairs of supercharged stilts. They were poised on the edge of some howling vortex they had run 10,000 miles to get to. Now they had to run one more” HeartHandsRunningLastsLinesForeverTaughtSkinsStartingCalmEdgesEightTinyMilesGiantsHopsPairsLeapWetLungsSereneSnapshotsVortexStiltsParabola Author:John L. Parker Jr.
“Every night in my dreams, a man appeared from the darkest recesses of my mind, as if he'd been waiting for me to fall asleep. His mouth, full, masculine, would sear my flesh. His tongue, like flames across my skin, would send tiny sparks quaking through my body. Then he would dip south, and the heavens would open and a chorus singing hallelujah would ring out in perfect harmony.” IfsMenMindDreamBodyNightFallHeavenWaitingPerfectSingingMouthsSkinsHarmonySouthTongueFleshTinyRingsFlamesSparksEvery NightMasculineOf My MindChorusDipRecessHallelujahSearsPerfect Harmony Book:First Grave on the Right Source: First Grave on the Right
“I kissed him, trying to bring him back. I kissed him and let my lips rest against his so that our breath mingled and the tears from my eyes became salt on his skin, and I told myself that, somewhere, tiny particles of him would become tiny particles of me, ingested, swallowed, alive, perpetual. I wanted to press every bit of me against him. I wanted to will something into him. I wanted to give him every bit of life I felt and force him to live.” GivingTryingEyeWantedForceFeltBitsAliveTearsSkinsBreathsPressesLipsTinySaltPerpetualParticles Author:Jojo Moyes
“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.” IfsWayLooksRememberMotherLeftBornForgetArmsKissingHundredAngelSkinsTinyDelightedDots Author:Robin Jones Gunn
“And there, row upon row, with the soft gleam of flowers opened at morning, with the light of this June sun glowing through a faint skin of dust, would stand the dandelion wine. Peer through it at the wintry day - the snow melted to grass, the trees were reinhabitated with bird, leaf, and blossoms like a continent of butterflies breathing on the wind. And peering through, color sky from iron to blue. Hold summer in your hand, pour summer in a glass, a tiny glass of course, the smallest tingling sip for children; change the season in your veins by raising glass to lip and tilting summer in” ChildrenHandsLightCoursesMorningSunTreeSkyColorWindFlowerSummerBirdSkinsSeasonsBlueWineLipsGlassesTinySnowDustBreathingGrassIronButterflyContinentsSmallestPeersLeafsVeinsJuneGlowingGleamDandelions Book:Dandelion Wine Source: Dandelion Wine