He could feel the pores of his body open like a million mouths and slurp the water in like a sponge.
He could feel the pores of his body open like a million mouths and slurp the water in like a sponge.
No matter how hard she tried to concentrate on something else, to pass the time and to distract her from the situation she was in, the fear came trickling out. It hovered like a cloud of gas around her, threatening to penetrate her pores and poison her.
Do you understand now why books are hated and feared? Because they reveal the pores on the face of life. The comfortable people want only the faces of the full moon, wax, faces without pores, hairless, expressionless.
The machine analyzes the release from the skin pores and is able to detect alcohol molecules.
The first bowl sleekly moistened throat and lips, The second banished all my loneliness The third expelled the dullness from my mind, Sharpening inspiration gained from all the books I've read. The fourth brought forth light perspiration, Dispersing a lifetime's troubles through my pores.
It wasn't too many years ago when we were lucky to have three triangles for a nose on our characters. Now we've got pores and moles.
We were able to visualize single nuclear pore complexes. This allowed us not only to watch as single pores formed but also to demonstrate that they formed from scratch without the help of already existing pores.
I believe the great coaches have passion that comes out of their pores and not just their mouth. You don't just see that passion, you felt it. Tim Walton has passion.
I'm just really confident sexually, and I think that sort of oozes out of my pores. It's just there. It's something I don't have to turn on.
It's a mix of sewage, rot and death. It gets in your pores, under your fingernails.
The wax blocks the pores, which is just as bad as dirt.
I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.
Boredom is like a pitiless zooming in on the epidermis of time. Every instant is dilated and magnified like the pores of the face.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories