Tan Quotes

I always wear bronzer because I love the way my skin looks when it’s tan.

I love to be tan. Maybe this is the wrong message, but I don’t always put sunscreen on.

I do have the tan done now and again. I go for something called a Fantasy Tan.

For as long as I can remember, I have been passionately intrigued by ‘Africa,’ by the word itself, by its flora and fauna, its topographical diversity and grandeur; but above all else, by the sheer variety of the colors of its people, from tan and sepia to jet and ebony.

When you‘re tan, you feel better about yourself.

I learned how to dance. I got a free spray tan. My life is good!

They built these little tanning booths for Brooke and I to do nothing but lay down and tan all over.

There’s no California tan about me. People assume I can’t tan, but I actually can. I went on a trip to Hawaii when I was younger and came back so tan that people were like, ‘What happened?’ It’s just not something I actively do. I want to embrace my ivory.

The way to make coaches think you’re in shape in the spring is to get a tan.

I wish I don’t tan. I dread the thought of shooting on the beach.

I’ll sometimes go and do a sunbed, but never spray tan.

In recent years, I’ve begun the year by driving across France to the Alps, abandoning the January gloom for Alpine winter sun, even if the ski-goggles do give you panda marks when you get a tan. As a child, I was always a bit of a billygoat when I’d go camping with my mates in North Wales, around Snowdonia.

The one thing I really lucked out on is that all through my teenage years, when my sister was a lifeguard and everyone I knew was out in the sun all day – I was in the theater. Everyone called me Casper because I never had a tan, and everyone else was tan all the time. I think that was the luckiest thing of my life.

When I was fourteen, Mom and Dad sent me to St. Joseph High School, the Catholic school up the hill from our place, housed in a 1950s-era tan brick building sometimes confused for a light industrial structure due to the surprisingly high smokestack of its old incinerator.

I love the beige, tan, stucco world where the sun bleaches things out to the point that it can look somewhat ugly.

I wanted to try and get out of the stereotypical Geordie girl. I stopped wearing fake tan and wore WAG dresses. But I was really miserable.

Maybe one day there will be a snooker pin-up calendar if we all get in shape. I would be up for that, get some spray tan going.

I look better with a tan, but I’ve never gone the fake route. I don’t need to – I have good foreign genes: half Spanish, half Hungarian.

It’s amazing what a spray-on tan will do.

Kim Tan is me! And I am Kim Tan.

I like to carry a concealer palette that has a green, a yellow, and a tan color. I like to carry the green one because when I have a pimple, it’s good to use that to contrast the red. Then you put the yellow over it, and it helps it disappear.

I enjoyed ‘Gossip Girl’ so much. I cannot tell you how impressed I am with the cast of that show. I was so intimidated doing that show because I thought, ‘Oh my gosh, those people are so young and gorgeous, and I’m a million years old, and I need a spray tan, and I’m going to be wearing all these fabulous clothes.’

I worked in Tesco’s staff canteen because I fancied a boy on the tills. I served him his lunch in a hairnet and tan tights. Not just that, of course – I had a lovely white onesie.

When we do ‘Sports Illustrated,’ it starts the night before. You do a St. Tropez tan that night, then baby oil gel, then body color.

The people in L.A. do orient themselves to light. I used to call it ‘Tan Fascist Culture.’ Everyone there is tanned, wears dark sunglasses, looks like a movie star even when they’re not.

Nothing beats a good tan, but I’ve also been trying to avoid sun exposure on my face as much as possible.

I think we’re all guilty of judging, and I look a certain way – I wear a lot of make-up and fake tan.

The most important beauty product for me is fake tan.

Of course I like to be tan, but now I try to avoid it. I don’t mind having a little glow, but now when I go to the beach, I put SPF 50 everywhere – either Avene or La Roche-Posay Anthelios. I have freckles, so as long as my little freckles come out, I’m happy.

I never have had blonde hair. I have never had straight hair. I never wear pink clothes or spray tan and I never wore heels to school.

I was a national level golf player. I gave up golf after a while when I wanted to model, as I would tan while playing it. I love watching movies and hanging out with my friends in Delhi.

My wild days are made up of wigs, a spray tan, nails, fashion, and looks… I feel the most beautiful when I’m getting into my mode and it can take a really long time, like 3 to 4 hours sometimes.

Sometimes I’ve sat outside, not to tan, but as a result of that I ended up tanning slightly.

The make-up on ‘Footballers‘ Wives‘ is unbelievable – there’s loads of fake tan.

Fake tan is really difficult to get right. When I was younger, I’d always do it wrong. I’d leave it on and forget to wash it off. So I embrace being pale. I like getting a tan, but I also think that if you’re going to do it, it has to be gradual. I just work the pale thing now.

The grass is always greener on the other side. We are busy applying fairness creams while people in the West go bare-bodied on the beach to get a tan. Indian girls have ruled the roost when it comes to beauty pageants. I flaunt my complexion, and I am proud to be noticed as an Indian wherever I go.

I feel like I’m being watched. Always. Like, I want to tan topless somewhere, and I know I probably could never do that. Even if I’m upstairs in my bedroom, and the curtains are pulled, I feel like a paparazzo’s outside on a boat somewhere, or somebody‘s peeping.

You know what would be a fun game? If Pac-Man was on a beach, and he was chomping coconuts. You could see how tan you could get your Pac-Man.

My legs are ice skaters’ legs. No tan in sight.

I saw Styx in sixth grade. I loved Tommy Shaw. I got sneakers like him – he wore these tan Nikes.

I work out like a maniac and I spray tan a lot. Genetics were kind, but I work very hard.

I used to spray tan a lot when I was a teenager. The last time I got spray-tanned was for the Golden Globes. And I was like, ‘I love spray-tanning so much.’ I still really like it. But it definitely makes me look like I have leprosy, after a point.

People see me with sparkles and fake tan but nobody knows what I am like!

My natural hair is jet black. I used to have it down to my bum. And I went through a phase of being obsessed with fake tan. So from the age of 14 to 16, I looked like an Apache Indian!

I’m actually more confident when I’m tan.

I’m delighted to be the face of the Garnier No Streak Bronzer Self Tan Range.

When I go on a holiday to a tropical place, I’ll spray tan before I go.

People go tanning because they like to feel tan. You feel more sexy when you’re tan and I don’t understand why you would tax on that, because you’re making yourself feel more happy about yourself.

I don’t tan my face, ever, because I don’t want sun spots.

For the majority of the time, I may as well have been just a really tan white kid. You know, I may as well have just been, like, a fat kid.

People’s hands fascinate me. It’s tempting to look at a businessman‘s left hand and see if there’s an indentation from a missing wedding ring. Or maybe there’s a tan line and the skin is pressed down where’s he’s worked a ring off his finger.

I was a very private person. I never had an open social media account. So, for me to walk down the street and have people say, ‘Hey, Tan!’ I turn around thinking, ‘Do I know you?’

People would say I am almost narcissistic because I really love the way I look when I tan.

I can’t give more than I have. It doesn’t matter if I am the most beautiful person in the room. There is inevitably going to be somebody way shinier and more tan than my pasty self.

One character mistook me for the model and remarked ‘That Man-Tan sure works wonders!’ That ain’t Man-Tan. I’m tan, man. From my head to my toes.

In Europe, you can sit out and sit in the sun, and you get a very golden tan. The tan you get in Las Vegas is a darker tan, and it’s not the same.

Everyone around me was super-cool and laid back and skinny and tan and volleyball-y, and I was just this neurotic kid who was singing ‘Annie Get Your Gun.’

Trust me, sunscreen is so, so, so important and so I always wear sunscreen, but I still get really tan.

I’m always tan and blonde and don’t really fit into New York. I’m a California girl, even if I try and cover it up with leather.

I use fake tan myself with a self tanning spray.

We were so fed up with how we had to be the stereotypical girl who looks perfect in the music video: she’s coming out of the water in a bikini with her long tan legs. Not all of us are that girl.

Albanians, we tan well! I don’t burn; I bake.

When I started modeling, I was told to tan, but I always protected my face.

Everybody thinks I wear fake tan but I hate fake tan! Never been able to get on with it. I’m always linked to different fake tan brands and it’s nonsense because I’ve probably had three fake tans in my life.

I’ve never once in my life had a tan – I’m basically a ghost!

I don’t get all that tan outdoors because I am so fair, and my color goes away so fast. It really is a waste for me to try and get suntan because it’s more work than it’s worth.

I’m allowed to maintain some modicum of privacy. But also, I would like not to be picked apart or for people to observe when I put on 10 pounds or take off 10 pounds, or I have a hair extension out of place, or my fake tan is botched.

I used to put on spray tan, like, three times a day, and it just looked like there was a terrible accident in my bed at all times… it looked like a crime scene.

Someone with a nice tan needs to say this: All lives matter.

I like getting a tan, so if I’m lying on the beach, I want to get as much skin out as possible.

I love going to the beach in the tropics and doing whatever I do – surfing, swimming or being – and the glow when I get a tan that deepens. I walk around with red and gold in my skin and feel like the most beautiful thing on the planet!

I can’t tan naturally.

I stay out of the sun; I’m pretty fair. I don’t tan – I burn, so I stay out.

If you want a really good tan, you should start with a spray tan, then move into the sun for a little bit.

Surfing is not my strong point. And… I don’t really have a tan. I go to the tanning place, the one that sprays you with color.

I know white clothing is supposed to enhance that summer glow, but writers don’t tan.

I had a white senator call me a rag head, and I had an African-American legislator call me a conservative with a tan.