Lip Rings Quotes & Sayings

His skin was furred like that of a horse. Snakes danced and hissed from his head, their thin bodies acting as his hair. Two long fangs protruded over his bottom lip. He had human hands, but his feet were hooves. Muscle was stacked upon muscle on his torso, and his nipples were pierced by two large silver rings. Metal chains circled his neck, wrists and ankles, and those chains kept him tethered to the pillars. "Who are you?" Strider demanded. No need to ask what the thing was. Ugly as shit covered it. He — Gena Showalter

He doesn't pretend," the punk pixie said. He nodded toward Doyle. "Nice rings. You got anything else pierced?"
"Yes," Doyle said.
The boy smiled, making the rings in the edge of his nose and his bottom lip curl cheerfully with it. "Me too," he said. — Laurell K. Hamilton

Her eyes pleaded with him to understand, to try. Under that gaze, Eanrin had no option but to sit and stare at the scribbles in the dust, stare with all the intensity a cat can muster. His pupils dilated until the golden irises were like rings of eclipsed sunfire. Imraldera watched him, chewing her bottom lip and waiting.
At last the cat lashed his tail and raised his whiskered face to her. I'm sorry, my girl. It looks to me like the Greater Stick Bug pursues the Lesser Stick Bug over the back of a giant alligator. Can't make a thing of it otherwise. — Anne Elisabeth Stengl

Cuddle up. Rain always stops. It always stops. It always does. -The Brown Cape — Ellen Gilchrist

Then Wang Lung turned to the woman and looked at her for the first time. She had a square, honest face, a short, broad nose with large black nostrils, and her mouth was wide as a gash in her face. Her eyes were small and of a dull black in color, and were filled with some sadness that was not clearly expressed. It was a face that seemed habitually silent and unspeaking, as though it could not speak if it would. She bore patiently Wang Lung's look, without embarrassment or response, simply waiting until he had seen her. He saw that it was true there was not beauty of any kind in her face - a brown, common, patient face. But there were no pock-marks on her dark skin, nor was her lip split. In her ears he saw his rings hanging, the gold-washed rings he had bought, and on her hands were the rings he had given her. He turned away with secret exultation. Well, he had his woman! — Pearl S. Buck

I was already well acquainted with the splendors of her mouth. Smoking is good for that. You get a full display of the puckering, and the sucking. The tongue often makes an appearance, licking from the lips any stickiness imparted by the filter. Sometimes bits of paper adhere to the bottom lip and the smoker, pulling them away, reveals the candied lower teeth against the pulpy gums. And if the smoker is a blower of smoke rings, you get to see all the way in to the dark velvet of the inner cheeks. — Jeffrey Eugenides

I don't feel like I've nearly got to the place where I'm ready to even slow down. — Ricky Skaggs

That's about when it happens. Coming down the escalator from one Nord floor to the next we see Little Teena has commandeered the grand piano. He's busy busting out Bach to all the bewildered shoppers. Little Teena just doesn't look for Nordstromy sitting there, with his red hair slick up in a pompadour, his girth squeezing out between his black leather jacket and the lip of his jeans, gumball machine rings decorating every single one of his fingers. But it's hen he goes from Bach to Great Balls of Fire that we attract the attention of the Nordfuck's militia. — Lidia Yuknavitch

We live in the empiricist's nightmare: there is a reality far beyond our perception. Our senses have failed us for millennia. Only when we mastered glass and were able to produce clear, polished lenses were we able to gaze through a microscope and finally realize the enormity of our former ignorance. — David George Haskell

Weak, said some part of her, but it wasn't true. She was strong, and she always had been; she was the kind of strong that came with being gentle, being kind even when people didn't deserve it because if she wasn't kind to them then who would be? That was a much better kind of strong than brute strength. — Summer Wigmore

Houston Alexander is for real! — Joe Rogan

Angela returns to the table, frowning. "She won't think her own brother's hot. That's sick." "Like you don't know yours is hot," Tiffany shoots back, looking to me for support. I shrug and look at Angela. "He isn't even close to my type, but he's not exactly terrible to look at." Angela and Tiffany both go silent, looking over my head with wide eyes. Tiffany bites her lip. A soft laugh rings out just behind me. "Thanks? I think. — Kristin Rae

He plays with his lip rings, using his tongue to slide them in and out of the holes. Aaaaand that was imagery I so did not need. — C.M. Stunich

Sir, you must not neglect doing a thing immediately good from fear of remote evil; -from fear of its being abused. — Samuel Johnson

When your healthy self is strong enough to deal with all that comes your way in life, your eating disorder self will no longer be useful or necessary. You — Carolyn Costin