Bob Marley Tattoo Quotes Novels & Stories

Me staring at a naked guy for the second time in my damn life. My breath caught in my throat, trapped. I was trapped. My eyes completely rebelled against my brain's frantic commands to look the fuck away. Instead, they traced the dark, heavy ink of a tattoo etched across his upper shoulder blades. Three words, bold and unyielding: "Built Through Pain." The script wasn't flashy or arrogant. It felt heavy. It looked like a scar turned into art—a quiet testament to something survival-driven. A strange, unbidden ache blossomed in my chest just looking at it.

he agrees, and eyes then drop to where my hand is, “It says whatever it takes. It’s in Latin, and that’s why you can’t read it.” “Oh.” “The second one on my rib is in French, for under the sun there is a way.” He touches the one on his abdomen then speak, “The third is Italian, ‘Live, love, learn’.” “Maybe someday I would get a tattoo as well.” “Really?” I nod and bite down on my lower lips and a smile appears on his face as he stepped towards me, closing the space between us so that our bodies touch.

I tried to look the other way but there was something that made my gaze return to Billie's body, on her back she had a tattoo that covered all her skin, it was a tattoo of a wolf opening its jaws, it looked fearsome when it showed its fangs . "Done." Putting on a baggy shirt. “Okay”my eyes were in another direction before he turned around.” I thought I saw a tattoo on you”I told him”I thought businessmen didn't like that kind of thing. What meaning does it have? "Well, the fact that I am a businessman does not mean that my spirit as a young man died, on the contrary , I am someone like any other, the only millionaire, " he laughed. Once again I did not like his jokes.

" Yes of course." " Okay, get ready cause is long..." He said why putting down his food. " Okay firstly, I have one on my chest a wing tattoo which signifies liberty for me. On my forearm, the word GO is written in capital letters cause I love traveling. On my right bicep a big moon representing darkness, on my thorax a rose surrounded with thorns representing the lovely but difficult relationship with my mom. Here,( showing me his left hand) three birds on the back of my left hand representing freedom of choice. On my left-right arm my name written in Chinese, this one, I have done it in Japan during one of my trips. On my left palm a roaring lion representing power. On my right middle fing

So, I had to put on ice the conversation. "Mr. Denver, do you have some music?" "Of course I do." He switched on the music player and a familiar rhythm were coming from it. It was Bob Marley's Don't Worry, Be Happy. This song was meant to make people happy, but this time, it grieved me. "Mr. Denver, don't you have Skepta or Youngthug, Travis Scott or" "I do not have any of that son! Those are for gangsters, or are you a gangster, Mr. Sam?"

I see the Kanji symbol, its line is like the sun on his back. "That's the tattoo? Seriously? I don't want it." I said and shook my head I don't want that tattoo because it's so ugly! "Me too, I don't want it." Augustin said as he touched the symbol on Hideo's back. "That's all Daddy Morfeo!" Hideo said as he faced us again.

My mouth began going down from kissing his neck to that strong broad chest, my eyes were closed but then I looked up to catch his expression after he held back a groan in his throat, but my eyes landed on his chest who welcome me with a new tattoo, I brushed my fingers on the ink, This tattoo was a combination of words which I knew was Spanish, those words were completing a circle and huge deadly snake was printed between them, starting from Amor (Love), Escapar (Escape), Desamor (Heartbreak), Venganza (Revenge), Misión (Mission), I could few words of it. “What is this, Armando,” I examined the details of that horrific tattoo, my eyes couldn’t move from it, It was obvious from some words tha

Another tattoo: ‘Darkness is real, and it’s the best place to be’ Why would that be the best place to be? “Why are your tattoos sad?” I question, kneading his precious spinous process. “They’re not all sad. Different seasons of my life…” “Were you sad in the past?” He shrugs, a leisurely smile playing on his lips. Another tattoo beneath his neck: ‘Psalm 139:14’ “You’ve got a Bible scripture,” I note out loud. “See. Not all of them are sad. I’ve got two of those.”

"So darlin, darlin, Stand by me, oh, stand by me. Oh, stand, stand by me, stand by me." Carlos grabbed me and claimed my lips. "Forever, Baby." He whispered in my ear. I stood up and removed my hoodie. I was still in a tank top. Pulling my hair up, I revealed a new tattoo on my neck that Said " Stand by me". It was placed by the Archangel tattoo. Carlos smiled, grabbing me by my arms and pulling me close to him. "I love you, Maria." I teared up.

The only word that came to mind was drool worthy. My eyes were drawn to the tattoos that littered his body. The ones that lined his chest and ribs caught my attention and I badly wanted to know what they were. My fingers twitched at my sides wanting to go over there and run them across the tattoos. He threw his shirt off to the side and turned fully towards me. I couldn't stop myself from asking. "What are your tattoos of?" "Oh these." He glanced down at the ones on his chest. "This one," He pointed to the symbol on his left peck. "is the Marine's symbol. And this says 'Move mountains or die trying'." He touched the quote that was on his ribs.