Tattoo Quotes For Men Novels & Stories

“Gusto ko lang mapaaga ang pagbubuntis mo.” He turned fully, shadows casting sharper angles on his face, the darkness in his eyes swallowing every shred of softness. “Nang sa ganoon, wala na tayong dahilan para magkita pa. I can’t stand the obsession—you’re pathetic, Stella. I’m disgusted by you.” Slowly, methodically, he buttoned his black long sleeve shirt, leaving the top buttons undone to reveal the ink sprawling across his chest—a permanent mark of ownership and danger. The tattoo seemed to crawl with menace beneath the dim light.

Hindi na ako nakatakbo pa dahil nakalapit na agad sila sakin. Ang isang lalaki ay halos puro tattoo ang katawan, mayroon din itong hikaw sa dila at talukap ng mata. Ang isa namang lalaki ay malaki ang pangangatawan at maitim ang balat, mayroon din itong tattoo sa kanyang braso. At ang panghuling lalaki, may katandaan ang kanyang mukha, maamo ngunit kita sa mga mata ang mapaglarong ngiti.

"Here para everytime I face the mirror to see my reflection, iyon agad ang makikita ko na parang encouragement na ituloy ko lang ang mangarap kahit against ang lahat," Kinuha ni Sixto sa kanya ang hawak niyang stick on tattoo saka nilagay iyon sa ibabang parte ng collarbone niya. "Eto muna for now. Tell me when you're ready to have one para ma-sched ko yung artist namin nina Alfred."

"Why do you have tattoos all over your body? Is it not painful?" I ask curiously at the man who's been with me since the day I woke up in this hospital. Una kong napansin sa kanya noon ang tattoo na bumalot sa kaliwang braso niya na umabot hanggang leeg. It's a mixture of tribal tattoo, a bleeding heart with flower and a face of a woman. There's also a name written in cursive from the side of the wrist up to the forearm, 'Ysabelle'.

"Ano naman ngayon? Mayaman ba siya? Tignan mo ang anak ko, nakasakay siya sa BMW. Eh ikaw? Nakasakay ka lang sa scooter sa ilalim ng araw. Siguro inutang lang ng mga kamag-anak mo ang pampaaral sa'yo para makapag-aral ka dito." "Pare, wag mo nang sayangin ang oras mo sa pakikipag-usap sa kanila, naghihintay pa sa atin si bayaw para samahan tayong kumain! Madaliin mo sila na bayaran tayo!" Ang isang lalaki ay may tattoo sa kanyang braso ay isang nakakatakot na berdeng dragon sa kanyang kaliwang braso at isang mabangis na puting tigre sa kanyang kanang braso.

Nang makarating ako sa gitna ay pumirmi ako doon, I turned around, then sweeping my hair aside, revealing my tattoo as the MC spoke. "Ladies and gentlemen, the moment we've all been waiting for... She walks out, a vision of beauty, with a rose tattoo that tells a thousand words. A symbol of love, a mark of strength, and a reminder that even in darkness, beauty can still bloom!"

I said softly as soon as I heard of his grandfather’s passing. “Okay lang,” ngisi nya ulit habang sinasabunan ang katawan nya. “Baka nag-aalanganin ka na sa ‘kin para kay Kataleia dahil sa tatoo ko, please, don’t be. Hindi naman ako sanggano. Hindi naman sa tattoo natitimbang ang pagiging mabuti ng isang tao. Tattoo is a form of art, especially sa pamilya ko. Hindi naman porke meron akong ganito, masama na akong tao. I hope you know what I mean.”

Pinilit niyang bumangon kahit na nanghihina pa siya. “Natauhan na siya, pwede na ulit nating patulugin. At least patas na ang laban ngayon,” nakangising sabi ng matabang lalaki na nakatungo sa kanya, puno ng tattoo ang katawan nito, at may kalakihan ang tiyan.

Sumilay ang isang ngisi sa labi ni Jake na para bang sigurado itong hindi tama ang kung ano mang isasagot ko sa kanya. "You don't have reasons, you just let the tattoo artist to tattooed that old man with mustache on you because you think it's cool. There wasn't really a deeper meaning why you get that tattoo." Buong kompyansa kong tugon kay Jake at kita ko ang pagkawala ng ngisi nito sa labi. Para itong naestatwa at hindi alam kung ano ang susunod na gagawin.

He loves doing that. "Yes, they're all from Papa," he said, pointing to some of the scars on his body. They weren't very visible, but up close, you could see them. He has a scar on his eyebrow, but it looks good on him. "This one," Ross lifted his shirt slightly and showed me his side. There was a minimal yet clearly visible scar covered with a Japanese character tattoo vertically. "He did this when he was drunk." I reached out and gently touched his side. "It means freedom," he said. "We always dreamed of having a freedom."