A poisonous pill is never a whit the less poisonous because it is gilded over with gold; nor a wolf is never a whit the less a wolf because he has put on a sheep’s skin; nor the devil is never a whit the less a devil because he appears sometimes like an angel of light. So neither is sin any whit the less filthy and abominable by its being painted over with virtue’s colors

I like a fresh face. I like clean skin. Fresh skin, cute color on the lip, cat eye, mascara, and I’m good to go!

I take these vitamins that make my hair grow like crazy. They’re called Herpanacine, and I get them on Amazon – they’ve got echinacea and vitamins A and E. They’re really good for your immune system, too. You don’t get sick, and they really help your skin, hair, and nails.

I have really sensitive skin, so all I use is Cetaphil Gentle Skin Cleanser and Moisturizing Cream, and then during the day, I’ll use CeraVe with SPF, but nothing crazy. My skin also gets really dry, so I do a mask from time to time – or if my skin is feeling dull, then I’ll put one on.

Ive got to get my real skills up; like, I got to get my skills up, cause in case of a crazy catastrophe, I might have to learn how to swim

Gold looks good on my skin, and gold looks good on black people, I think

I went to Brazil in 2010 and pretty much did songs about that trip. I was there just to hang out, chill with the people, and feel the vibe. It was great – tons of great women, great skin, good beaches. Cant complain; the food is great

Even through the darkest phase
Be it thick or thin
Always someone marches brave
Here beneath my skin.

In New York the color of my skin stood between myself and me, but in Europe that barrier was down.

It is the most complete skin-crawling, silently screaming evocation of hell; the reinforced concrete transubstantiation of sleepless megalomania and hysterical fear

All minorities think they’re immune, but we’re absolutely part of the one in five that gets skin cancer! It’s a myth, and myths are meant to be debunked!

You have to develop a very thick skin.

Your skin starts itching once you buy that gimmick about something called love.

I don’t like revealing skin for the sake of revealing skin.

I want to walk away from my bones and set them down on a counter like my keys after work. Let my skin sink into the armchair and lose its shape. Lose its form. Collapse into a sigh.

The thicker your skin, the easier life is.

I already had three strikes against me. One, I have light skin. Two, I’m from Miami, which wasn’t getting looked at at the time. Three, I’m Cuban.

No stars gleam as brightly as those which glisten in the polar sky. No water tastes so sweet as that which springs amid the desert sand. And no faith is so precious as that which lives and triumphs through adversity.

Just as a snake sheds its skin, we must shed our past over and over again.

And who is so barbarous as not to understand that the foot of a man is nobler than his shoe, and his skin nobler than that of the sheep with which he is clothed.

Let your opponent graze your skin and you smash into his flesh; let him smash into your flesh and you fracture his bones; let him fracture your bones and you take his life! Do not be concerned with escaping safely – lay your life before him

Not to live for the day, that would be materialistic – but to treasure the day. I realize that most of us live on the skin – on the surface – without appreciating just how wonderful it is simply to be alive at all.

I don’t see myself as beautiful, because I can see a lot of flaws. People have really odd opinions. They tell me I’m skinny, as if that’s supposed to make me happy.

I don’t consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel soaked to the skin.

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 onion.

We’re so afraid of each other… Color, wealth, these things that don’t really matter still play too much of a role in how we see one another. And it’s sad, because the thing that least defines us is the color of our skin.