“Do you know why the leaves change colour?... Before a tree sheds a leaf it pumps it full of all the poison it can't rid itself of otherwise. That red there--that's a man's skin blotching with burst veins after an assassin spikes his last meal with roto-weed. The poison spreading through him before he dies.” KnowsMenLastsDiesTreeRedSkinsMealsPoisonColourDo You KnowWeedShedLeafsVeinsPumpsAssassins Author:Mark Lawrence
“With throbbing veins and burning skin, eyes wild and heavy, thoughts hurried and disordered, he felt as though the light were a reproach, and shrunk involuntarily from the day as if he were some foul and hideous thing.” IfsLightEyeFeltSkinsHeavyBurningVeinsFoulHideousReproachSpooky Book:The Life And Adventures Of Nicholas Nickleby Source: The Life And Adventures Of Nicholas Nickleby
“But the body fails us and the mirror knows, and we no longer insist that the gray hush be carried off its surface by the cloth, for we have run to fat, and wrinkles encircle the eyes and notch the neck where the skin wattles, and the flesh of the arms hangs loose like an overlarge sleeve, veins thicken like ropes and empurple the body as though they had been drawn there by a pen, freckles darken, liver spots appear, the hairah, the hair is exhausted and gray and lusterless, in weary rolls like cornered lint.” KnowsSelfBodyEyeRunningFailingHairArmsSkinsMirrorsAgingSurfaceFleshFatsSpotsNecksPensGrayWearyExhaustedVeinsRopeSleevesWrinklesLiverHushNotchesFrecklesCornered Author:William H. Gass
“When I meet a new person, something has to be a little off for me to consider them beautiful. It could be crooked teeth, or veins in their skin that are a little too visible, or a really dramatic lazy eye. The first guy I ever kissed had a water head.” FirstsLittlesPersonsEyeBeautifulGuyWaterSkinsTeethDramaticVisibleLazyVeinsCrookedCrooked TeethLazy Eyes Author:Amy Sedaris
“I would give them (aspiring writers) the oldest advice in the craft: Read and write. Read a lot. Read new authors and established ones, read people whose work is in the same vein as yours and those whose genre is totally different. You've heard of chain-smokers. Writers, especially beginners, need to be chain-readers. And lastly, write every day. Write about things that get under your skin and keep you up at night.” PeopleNeedsGivingWritingDifferentNightHeardAdviceReaderSkinsCraftsChainsGenreVeinsBeginnersSmokersGenre IsAspiring Writers Author:Khaled Hosseini
“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 could see the veins through your skin like a map to inside you. how could skin be that thin? i was so afraid you might drop and break. i stopped breathing so you wouldn't.” MightBreakSkinsBreathingMapsVeins Book:Wasteland Source: Wasteland
“glancing back I got my first clear look at the monster. He was seven feet tall, easy, his arms and legs like something from the cover of Muscle Man magazine-bulging biceps and triceps and a bunch of other 'ceps, all stuffed like baseballs under vein-webbed skin. He wore no clothes except underwear-I mean, bright white fruit of the Looms.” MenFirstsLooksMeanEasyWhiteClearFeetArmsClothesSkinsBaseballFruitSevenLegsMonstersBunchMagazinesMusclesTallVeinsUnderwearLike SomethingArms And LegsBicepsTriceps Author:Rick Riordan
“See the hand that nursed the serpent. The fine hasped pipes of her fingerbones. The skin bewenned and speckled. The veins are milkblue and bulby. A thin gold ring set with diamonds. That raised the once child's heart of her to agonies of passion before I was. Here is the anguish of mortality. Hopes wrecked, love sundered. See the mother sorrowing. How everything that I was warned of's come to pass.” HeartChildrenHandsMotherPassionFineGoldSkinsRaisedRingsMortalityNurseDiamondAgonyAnguishVeinsPipeSerpent Book:Suttree Source: Suttree
“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