Gooseflesh Skin Quotes & Sayings

Dragos marbled, bared his teeth and roared back, the deep chested, powerful sound ripping the air, until every hair on her body raised and gooseflesh rippled along her skin.

Hells bells, it almost made her want to bash somebody in the head. ~

Pia watching as Dragos gets ready to go to battle. — Thea Harrison

Well, you'll always be my...Tulip, dear — T. Torrest

Yes. Laugh. But there's sense in the old rules. They kept people out of trouble.' He was annoyed because I laughed, and said that a woman in my position needed extra dignity of behaviour. 'What position?' - I was suddenly very angry, because of the trapped feeling women get at such moments. — Doris Lessing

It was too late, though: I was already too smart for the therapist. Or maybe I was never amenable to therapy. Either way, I wasn't going to change. I had already chosen to view the world as a set of opportunities at winning or losing in a zero-sum game, and I used every encounter to gain information to my advantage. — M.E. Thomas

No, screw that. I've had nice guys. I've dated and taken my time before ending up in bed with them."
Silver's skin prickled with gooseflesh.
Zeb's hands moved onto Silver's shoulders, intensifying the charge racing through his body. "None of them made me crazy. None of them made me feel like I couldn't breathe right until we kissed. None of them made my whole body hum with the need to touch. You do." Zeb's grip shifted to Silver's forearms and pulled him to his feet. "You turned my life upside down, and I couldn't put it back together in any way that made sense without you. — K.A. Mitchell

The greatest tragedy is a life lived and died without knowing Father God intimately and experiencing His love personally. — Bob Parr

To play a specifically gay event for me is a backwards step. I don't want to play gay events because I don't want anybody coming to the show thinking that they're not part of the group. — Jason Sellards

The world is what it is. — Paul Russell

I love an art-school girl. I mean ... don't we all? — Theophilus London

I saw the gooseflesh on my skin. I did not know what made it. I was not cold. Had a ghost passed over? No, it was the poetry. A spark flew off Arnold and shook me, like a chill. I wanted to cry; I felt very odd. I had fallen into a new way of being happy. — Sylvia Plath