Tattoo Quotes

“Everything I have become,
everything I will ever accomplish
cannot compare to my most
impressive feat:
I have loved you
fiercely
and
assiduously
with the very marrow
inside my bones. So that when I die,
they can crack them to find
you there. So that when I die,
they can open me up
and see your name tattooed
on the wall of my heart.
So that when I die,
my epitaph will neither
commemorate
who I was
nor what I did,
but will read:
“She loved.
And loved. And
loved.”
And so,
I smile now,
because
that is no
small thing.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Tattoos are the scars you can choose.”
― Roan Parrish, Small Change

“His hands shift to my shoulders, and his fingers brush over the edge of my bandage. He pulls back with a puckered brow.
“Are you hurt?” he asks.
“No. It’s another tattoo. It’s healed, I just…wanted to keep it covered up.”
“Can I see?”
I nod, my throat tight. I pull my sleeve down and slip my shoulder out of it. He stares down at my shoulder for a second, and then runs his fingers over it. They rise and fall with my bones, which stick out farther than I’d like. When he touches me, I feel like everywhere his skin meets mine is changed by the connection. It sends a thrill through my stomach. Not just fear. Something else, too. A wanting.
He peels the corner of the bandage away. His eyes roam over the symbol of Abnegation, and he smiles.
“I have the same one,” he says, laughing. “On my back.”
“Really? Can I see it?”
He presses the bandage over the tattoo and pulls my shirt back over my shoulder.
“Are you asking me to undress, Tris?”
A nervous laugh gurgles from my throat. “Only…partially.”
― Veronica Roth, Divergent

“A colorful body with fabrics, tattoos and jewelry is attractive, but a colorful heart with love, truth and faith is beautiful.”
― Anthony Liccione

“Some people want you to call them rabbi; some people want you to call them American; some people want you to admire their tats. We’ve all got our facades. At least the dean’s self-qualifier is based on merit. Can you say the same about your tattoos? Come on, he’s a sad man. Leave him alone.”
― Michael Benzehabe

“Just ink,’ he says. 'Just ink.’ Probably the most dangerous substance on this here earth. There’ve been wars started by 'just ink.”
― Christian Baines, Skin

“Her uneasy gaze skittered along the length of his arms, which were exposed by his rolled-up shirtsleeves... and stopped at the astonishing sight of a design that had been inked onto his right forearm. It was a small black horse with wings.
Noticing her mesmerized stare, Rohan lowered his arm to give her a better view. "An Irish symbol," he murmured. "A nightmare horse, called a pooka."
The absurd-sounding word brought a faint smile to Daisy's lips. "Does it wash off?" she asked hesitantly.
He shook his head, his lashes half lowering over his remarkable eyes.
"Is a pooka like the Pegasus of the Greek myths?" Daisy asked, flattening herself as close to the wall as possible.
Rohan glanced down her body, taking a kind of leisurely inventory that no man ever had before. "No. He's far more dangerous. He has eyes of yellow fire, a stride that clears mountains, and he speaks in a human voice as deep as a cave. At midnight, he may stop in front of your house and call out your name if he wants to take you for a ride. If you go with him, he'll fly you across earth and oceans... and if you ever return, your life will never be the same.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Winter

“Being transgender and in need of surgery is a bit like wearing a tattoo advertising something that you have no intention of selling, and constantly being asked to represent what you are not selling.”
― Merlyn Gabriel Miller, Sex, Death, Drugs & Madness

“I thought about what an intensely human act it was to get a tattoo, taking an image or a slogan, some stray momentary emotion, and cutting it into your body so that it could never heal and never be erased.”
― Jordan Weisman, Cathy's Key

“When we are together, it's just us. No one else."

She swallowed hard, but relaxed at his words. "That's good because I don't share.”
― Carrie Ann Ryan, Forever Ink

“What happened? Who do I need to kill?”
― Carrie Ann Ryan, Forever Ink

“Clearly his next tat needed to be more along the lines of a donkey. ’Cuz he was acting like an ass.

-Rehv's thoughts”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Avenged

“Keep smiling, I tell myself. It's all good. That's what my wrist tattoo says and you only ink permanent words on your person if you plan to live by them.”
― J.C. Lillis, A&B

“What is coming is better than what is gone - Suddenly Dirty Book 1 The Dirty Texas Series.”
― JA Low

“Es (Tattoo) ist ein Hilferuf einer jungen Generation, gefangen in der Kurzlebigkeit unserer heutigen Welt. Man muss ihn nur verstehen und anhören.”
― Lorenzo Frick, Die vollkommene Gesellschaft: Fragen und Antworten einer kritischen Auseinandersetzung

“Merrick and I had both had tattoos, my magpie and his elephant and castle, imposed on us as…it’s a long story. A reward, or apology, or both, from the Dragon Head, or grand master, of one of the larger criminal organisations in China after we accidentally saved his son’s life.”
“Accidentally?”
“It’s a VERY long story.”
― KJ Charles

“Even though being a good speller has lost its ranking in school, we can hope there is one group of artisans that still finds spelling important…the tattoo artist”
― Nanette L. Avery

“If I decide to get a tattoo, it'll be a map of where I live on my chest in case I ever get amnesia.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Some symbols reach to your primordial archives.”
― Talismanist Giebra, Talismanist: Fragments of the Ancient Fire. Philosophy of Fragmentism Series.

“Some symbols let you express yourself infinitely in their force.”
― Talismanist Giebra, Talismanist: Fragments of the Ancient Fire. Philosophy of Fragmentism Series.

“Being open-minded dramatically reduces one’s chances of getting a permanent tattoo.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“The tips of her fingers started to tingle as did the tattoo of the small purple flower that decorated her chest. That was the last sign she needed. Whatever force that was looking out for her, it was sending her a warning.”
― D.A. Henneman

“Get a room!" Maya called from her side and Callie snorted. Trust Maya to break the moment.

Callie turned on her heel and put her hands on her hips. "Excuse me. I have my own little cubby right here." She used her fingers to make a box around her. "That's a room."

Sloane huffed a laugh. "Maybe get one with walls next time if you're going to heat up the shop with just a hello.”
― Carrie Ann Ryan, Forever Ink

“She grinned then traced her hands over his back. "I'm going to finish your ink, make you shine, then love you until the day I die."

He smiled back and she fell just that much more in love. "I'll be your everything. Your strength, your canvas, just yours."

Forever.”
― Carrie Ann Ryan, Forever Ink

“A person au fait with the millenarian edict of knowing oneself does not need a tattoo, pierced ear, or gaudy neck chains to declare who they are. Eccentricity for its own sake is simply a boring fashion statement and not a thoughtful statement of what comprises a wholesome self. A self-poised person does not need to own a luxury car to determine their degree of self-worth. Nor does a self-determined person need to idolize celebrities, hate other people whom they do not wish to exemplify, or live vicariously through other people’s admirable deeds. A person with unique and contented self-identify does not flip through fashion magazines or scan the headlines of gossip magazines when loitering in the supermarket checkout stand. A person who contemplates the meaningfulness of their existence is not fixated with posing in other people’s raiment or observing other people’s nakedness. A person who knows who they are and realizes how to accomplish all of their life goals does not dally by people watching or become distracted by envying other people.”
― Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

“Cal opens a drawer, pulls out a sketch pad and charcoal and sets them down on a drafting table.
'Let's draw.'
I smile the way I did as a child when receiving a fresh box of 64 Crayola crayons, unabashedly showing all my teeth. I remember how much I used to love to draw, and I wonder why I don't do it anymore. I write, I guess. I draw with words, but when I see Cal's pad and charcoal, I'm overwhelmed with the feeling that it's not the same. I use my words, my artist's charcoal to describe what I'm thinking. He draws with an imperfect fluidity, pausing only occasionally to shade the drawing with his thumb or brush the paper with the back of his hands. He listens and nods and doesn't interrupt. And when I'm done speaking he looks at the drawing, and his eyes get really big. Slowly, he turns his pad around for me to see. My heart stops and then starts.
'Yes,' I say.
It's perfect. Alive with added detail and beautiful Inuit soulfulness I couldn't have even imagined sitting outside in my car. My fear is gone. There's a tingling in my skin, like I can feel the thousand needle pricks to come. I am alive.”
― Steven Rowley, Lily and the Octopus

“Three is a sacred number. Some say it represents the trinity or three layers of the soul.”
― Laura Treacy Bentley, The Silver Tattoo

“I didn't have to say a word. My love for him appeared upon my flesh like virgin tattooed skin.”
― Alfa H, Abandoned Breaths

“En efecto, el tatuaje de tu voz vibra en mi memoria.”
― Iván Egüez, Sonata para sordos

“There are some ideals to be tattooed to your soul.”
― Avijeet Das