There is always something taboo, something repressed, un-admitted, or just glimpsed quickly out of the corner of one’s eye because a direct look is too unsettling. Taboos lie within taboos, like the skin of an...

I have a skin disorder that destroys the pigmentation of my skin, it’s something that I cannot help, OK?

Don’t rely on labels to give you the information you need. Trust only the ingredient list and your gut.

I don’t think I have thick skin, but I heal fast. It’s easy to break through, but I heal fast.

Sheer, unadulterated fear?

I fell in love with the boy next door, and my own flesh became a thing I’d never really worn before. Sometimes, pressing my palms together, I thought I felt a magnetic field between them-...

For youi have saved poemsunder my skin.

We are all brothers under the skin – and I, for one, would be willing to skin humanity to prove it.

Sometimes you must shed your skin to save it.

A lot of my pieces are about easy seductiveness and accessibility in terms of showing skin.

Living in this skin is hard and painful, most of the times, because I never volunteered to take this on. The daily sacrifice of heart over mind,the forever ongoing task of explaining this and that,and...

They say the level of civilization is proportionate to the degree of cleanliness of the skin. Assuming that man has a soul, it must, in all likelihood, be housed in the skin.

To me the definition of true masculinity – and femininity, too – is being able to lay in your own skin comfortably.

If everybody spent enough time worrying about their own goddamn selves, no one would have to worry about anyone else.

When our emotional health is in a bad state, so is our level of self-esteem. We have to slow down and deal with what is troubling us, so that we can enjoy the simple joy...

Hands. Cheeks. Eyes. Lips.Neck. Ears.Thighs.Heart. Soul.Ahh!the things I get tosavor you with.

Take off my clothes and there becomes a man. Take off my skin and there becomes my bones. Break all my bones and there becomes my heart. Smash my heart and there becomes my soul....

We should never let another person get under our skin to the point that we feel hate for them

…You won’t age? I promise you this – your hands will go shiny and transparent and at the slightest bruise they’ll bleed…

This is my skin. This is not your skin, yet you are still under it.

I have never been a Marilyn Monroe wannabe. I have always been happy in my own skin!

Civilization is the lamb’s skin in which barbarism masquerades.

Save your skin from the corrosive acids from the mouths of toxic people. Someone who just helped you to speak evil about another person can later help another person to speak evil about you.

Tattoos, after all, are a passionate, usually doomed assertion of mastery of your own destiny, or at least a defiant embrace of one that you cannot control.

Poems are invisible flowers on my skin.

The Looking Glass- Wish it bares abides in us.It lies’ just yesterday my skin glowed in it’Today it pales like it never bloomed.

I don’t see anything wrong with being comfortable with my own skin.

Some people aren’t really light-teethed; they’re merely dark-skinned.

This is our skin and nobody has the right to crumple us like a paper only to find another skin to write on, and then another, ruining people like they’re pages, like they are somehow...

Wash, wash, wash. Tone, tone, tone. Strip the oil, then add an oil-free moisturizer to replace the oil. This is how we’ve been taught to care for our skin. It seems a little crazy when...

She couldn’t get any farther away inside from her skin. She couldn’t get away.

Your mother holds you skin on skin and when you enter this world, feeds you with her own body; skin on skin. Your father runs his fingers over your tear stained cheek, presses his lips...

all the wordsall the poems know my warm, soft spots.

If time is infinite, then anything that can happen, will happen, and has happened. That means you’ve happened before, Dion. We all have. Even if there is no God, even supposing there are no answers;...

In the Shao Lin temple, they never allow you to touch the skin of a drum until you can tongue what you’re going to play.

I think our skin clears up and we’re nicer when you are in love.

I have a shirt that’s skin tight. It’s made from human flesh.

I do not have a beautiful face, soft skin or a pretty smile, but I know how to inspire a bunch of pretty and lovely girls.

If you feel like a failure in any area of your life, then you are in need of some self-forgiveness.

My greatest vanity is my skin. It is the colour of gingerbread and, thanks to my mother’s genes, smooth and mostly blemish-free.

Honey is hydrating and antiseptic. It really clears your skin, and it’s moisturizing. You can use it every day if you want. It’s so gentle.

poetry. i am not writing it.(make way for me please)it is my skin. dripping with light.

People just need to be confident in their own skin and be proud of themselves.

My power grew angry that it was confined to my petite frame and pulled against my taut skin. Growing bolder, it tore through my skin to lay flat against my outer edge. The glowing energy...

To me, the word wisdom means ancient knowledge. It’s the kind of knowledge you not only see but feel when you look into the eyes of an elephant or stop for a moment to marvel...

Something stirred beneath my skin, some being inside I’d only suspected existed, demon or angel, I couldn’t say.

It is not your beautiful face or soft skin that kills me; it is your simplicity and being you.

Don’t forget that healing takes time. Don’t expect to try meditation and a new skincare line and end up with perfect skin in a week. Give yourself the gift of time and patience. The body...

A tree has leaves like man has hair. Some men go winter in the summer, and other men, like me, like skiing on skin.

Don’t look shy if you wear rag and people gag, many are in the grave wearing skeleton, and you should even be happier for wearing a skin without clothes.