. . . became a woman who learned her own skin and dug into her soul and found it full.
Most times we only see things for the way we are. But we're good at lying to ourselves. Sometimes we need somebody who's not living in our skin to point out how things really are.
We are using our own skins for wallpaper and we cannot win.
Can't tell if I've got rivers or veins running under my skin, flowing out over the plains.
My sleeping pill is white. It is a splendid pearl; it floats me out of myself, my stung skin as alien as a loose bolt of cloth.
Those who have never worked nude outdoors just can't imagine how much better a breeze feels on their skin than an item of sweaty clothing.
I got skin on the game. I want to serve my country.
I feel all shadows of the universe multiplied deep inside my skin.
I travel a lot so I do everything I can to keep my skin fresh and hydrated. Whenever I fly, I make sure I have a clean face so I can give my skin a break.
I did have reconstructive plastic surgery and a tummy tuck. And from hip to hip, there's a very big scar. It looks better than it did. . . So I say, if you don't like that skin, have it removed. This is my advice: if you're gonna do it - just go for it.
I've noticed that the less makeup I wear, the less I need it because my skin starts to look better - my face doesn't break out as often and I have fewer skin problems because I'm not clogging your pores every single day with makeup.
To understand the intensity of driving an F1 car, you have to be in it. When you're driving a 750hp machine at 320kmh, the noise and the vibrations are incredible. The G-force when you take big corners is like someone trying to rip your head off. You hit the brakes, and it feels as if the skin is being pulled off your body.
I will not have Botox. You know why? Because I eat! I eat the fat, I eat the vegetable, I eat everything. If you exercise and you don't eat enough, it takes its toll on the skin.
My skin doesn't look as good when I'm not eating enough fruits and vegetables, so I try to eat plenty.
My skin is more beautiful than yours. I would be quite more popular in jail if I so chose.
You cannot be defined by your skin color, where you come from. The world is yours, embrace it.
She understood his passion because she felt the same way: as if nothing was more important than the touch of her skin to his, as if she'd die if he left her.
[2010] was a rough year. Between my divorce and the other things I went through, a lot happened. It's hard for anyone to go through that in public. But when you're a celebrity and under a microscope, it's 58 million times harder. I grew an even thicker skin after that hard year.
. . . the human being to lack that second skin we call egoism has not yet been born, it lasts much longer than the other one, that bleeds so readily.
An excuse is a skin of a reason stuffed with a lie.