Waxy Skin Quotes & Sayings

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 began to solidify against my flesh; it lengthened to mold itself to my frame and contained me in a transparent cocoon. I flexed my fingers against the waxy surface and began to panic. I was cut off from my coven now and could not feel their thoughts. I could see the panic on their faces as I fell onto my side to convulse. — J.D. Stroube

I agree with Robert Louis Stevenson, who wrote, 'The man who forgets to be thankful has fallen asleep in life'. — Joseph B. Wirthlin

A present," he said, then winced. The presents he'd bought for Portia usually included ropes of pearls or gemstones the size of robin's eggs. A man of his wealth ought to provide something much nicer than a sack of strange-looking pods. Sophie peeked inside the bag, her face screwing up in confusion. "What are they?" she asked, lifting the odd vegetable from the bag. It was a ruddy orange shade, larger than her hand, and looked like an oblong pumpkin. There were four of them in the bag. "You once said the cocoa powder in this village was bad, and you wanted to make your own. These are cocoa pods, shipped directly from Brazil. If you split it open, you will find fresh cocoa beans inside. Then you can begin your culinary adventure of making chocolate from scratch." "You remembered!" she exclaimed. Her eyes widened in delight as she held the pod to her nose for a sniff and then ran her fingers along its waxy skin. "It's fabulous. Thank you! — Elizabeth Camden

Kids have always play-fought, but I think my generation had a particularly privileged cultural fantasy surrounding military violence. — Nate Powell

AQAL is a map of samsara, a map of the prison, but if you gonna make a prison brake,you need a good map. (laughter) — Ken Wilber

You're the warm sun that shines when everything else is dark," he went on, lifting his hands to rest them on the wall on either side of my face. "A smile and a hug in a roomful of disapproval. You're ... " Wincing, he pressed his forehead against mine. "You're everything. — Linda Kage

Touched by an angel, my ass!" roared the woman, whom I recognized despite the ash covering her face: Moondance. "I'll touch you, asshole!" She fired again. — Carol Goodman

Myron didn't step back. He didn't make a fist, but man, he wanted to. Despite the rushed call from his wife, Chick wore a shiny silk suit with a tie so perfectly knotted it looked fake. His shoes had an almost supernatural shine, like they were somehow more than new, and his hair was black with just the right amount of gray, slicked back and a little too long. His skin had the waxy glow of a recent facial or some sort of high-end cosmetics, and the word "manscaped" was encompassed in every move Chick made. Brooke — Harlan Coben

Bast crouched down and began making weird chittering noises. Uh-oh. She was imitating birds. I'd seen enough cats do this when they were stalking. Suddenly my own obituary flashed in my head: Carter Kane, 14, tragically died in Paris wen he was eaten by his sister's cat, Muffin. — Rick Riordan

All my books were easy to write - doesn't it show? — Daniel Pinkwater

I don't have all answers, but as far as viewing my body ... I'm in a place where I can look at my stretch marks and say, 'Oh, hey, stretch marks!' and I'm over it. — Mary Lambert