Skins Quotes - Page 6

Now you wear your skin like iron

Print is predictable and impersonal, conveying information in a mechanical transaction with the reader’s eye. Handwriting, by contrast, resists the eye, reveals its meaning slowly, and is as intimate as skin.

When my time comes, just skin me and put me up there on Trigger, just as though nothing had ever changed.

I have had an experience which might perhaps be described as being shot down. At the same time, I call shot down only when one falls down. Today I got into trouble but I escaped with a whole skin.

When I wear the national team shirt, its sole contact with my skin makes it stand on an end.

I'm a big believer in that if you focus on good skin care, you really won't need a lot of makeup.

And as a writer, one of the things that I've always been interested in doing is actually invading your comfort space. Because that's what we're supposed to do. Get under your skin, and make you react.

Break the skin of civilization and you find the ape, roaring and red-handed.

I've worked hard to feel beautiful in my natural skin. Personally, I don't ever want to depend on makeup to feel beautiful.

I tell you what, I don't like a hostile red skin any more than you do. And when they are hostile, I've fought 'em, hard as any man. But I never yet drew a bead on a squaw or papoose, and I despise the man who would.

A bit of lusting after someone does wonders for the skin.

I want to get comfortable with my insecurities until I am no longer insecure. I want to be comfortable in my skin so that I do not need to dump any of my discomfort onto someone else in the form of judgment.

Animals should be treated the same as you would a kid. Would you want someone just to walk up and skin your kid? Hell no!

My God, what do we want? What does any human being want? Take away an accident of pigmentation of a thin layer of our outer skin and there is no difference between me and anyone else. All we want is for that trivial difference to make no difference.

Beauty lies mainly, above all, in personality, not in the skin.

...became a woman who learned her own skin and dug into her soul and found it full.

It rubs the lotion on its skin. It does this whenever it is told.

I see a wiser person than when I was younger: having babies, and passing 30, were the turning points. What women in their 40s - I am 39 - lack in gorgeousness, they make up for in wisdom. I love ageing, despite the drawbacks - thinner, drier skin.

By now I was utterly deprogrammed. I walked along naked usually, clothes being not only putrid but unnecessary. My skin had been baked a deep terra-cotta brown and was the constituency of harness leather. The sun no longer penetrated it. I retained my hat.

I have always been a person who is extremely comfortable in my skin. I have always just been myself in all these years on the public platform.

Life forms a surface that acts as if it could not be otherwise, but under its skin things are pounding and pulsing.

Life is full of banana skins. You slip, you carry on.

Our strategy is how we cope--how we measure and weigh what is to be said and when, what is to be done and how, and to whom and towhom and to whom, daily deciding/risking who it is we can call an ally, call a friend (whatever that person's skin, sex or sexuality). We are women without a line. We are women who contradict each other.

A thug is someone who stands on his own. He lives by the decisions he makes and accepts the consequences. A thug is comfortable in his own skin. I wear mine like a glove.

In peace and silence, the skin of the 'I' dissolves and the inner and the outer become one.