Quotes About Untouched

Life should touch you, even if life smothers you, it's better than remaining untouched by life

A virgin forest is where the hand of man has never set foot.

The Moon was the most spectacularly beautiful desert you could ever imagine. Unspoilt. Untouched. It had a vibrancy about it and the contrast between it and the black sky was so vivid, it just made this impression of excitement and wonder.

O how can wicked men seem so steady and untouched with such black hearts, while poor innocents stand like malefactors before them!

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In an age of madness, to expect to be untouched by madness is a form of madness.

In an age of madness, to expect to be untouched by madness is a form of madness. But the pursuit of sanity can be a form of madness, too

Nature didn't need an operation to be beautiful. It just was.

A face whose emotions had not yet been battered by experience.

It does take an exceptional mind and a still more exceptional integrity to remain untouched by the brain-destroying influences of the world's doctrines, the accumulated evil of centuries—to remain human, since the human is the rational.

West of Arkham the hills rise wild, and there are valleys with deep woods that no axe has ever cut.

there are valleys with deep woods that no axe has ever cut.

I discovered that close to half the planet is 'pristine.' We live in towns such as London, Paris or Sao Paulo and have the impression that all the pristine areas are gone, but they are not.

I'm particularly inspired by pristine locations. I enjoy working in areas where one can travel for miles without seeing any human influence.

I saw the authentic rather than the rebuilt or enhanced.

As innocent as a new-laid egg.

Her mind was an immense feral country that spilled its borders.

But a wild creature will always go back to the wild, in the end.

I think there's an innocence to me.

The room was immaculate—no, preserved. Stuck in a time warp, unused, untouched.

She was what an aristocrat should be, porcelain and silk, unreachable, gracious, untainted by the dust of all this common death.

If Jenny were a book, she would be a paperback just out of the box—no dog ears, no waterlogging, no creases in her spine.

The pain seemed to occupy spaces in his mind that had heretofore been untouched or reserved exclusively for imaginary endeavors.

They had the sad, untouched air of literature paraded for display purposes but never actually used. It was profoundly depressing.