Quotes About Caress

Time is like the wind That comes in the morning With a barely palpable caress of the cheek Rising to a comfortable caress In its measured passage of the day Until it rises a sudden gale Revealing the irrevocability of its power Trembling our browning leaves And blowing them to our finality.

Dirait-on Abandon entouré d'abandon, tendresse touchant aux tendresses ... C'est ton intérieur qui sans cesse se caresse, dirait-on; se caresse en soi-même, par son propre reflet éclairé. Ainsi tu inventes le thème du Narcisse exaucé.

Ringil lifted his right hand as if it pained him, put it slowly and wonderingly up to his shoulder and touched the pommel of his sword like, well, like he was caressing someone's prick, to be honest.

Debe ser la caricia de lo inútil, la tristeza sin fin de ser poeta, de cantar y cantar, sin que se rompa la tragedia sin par de la existencia. It must be the caress of the useless, the endless sadness of being a poet, of singing and singing, without breaking the peerless tragedy of existence. (From Canción Amarga/Bitter Song)

Only mountains can feel the frozen warmth of the sun through snow's gentle caress on their peaks

The wind in the grain is the caress to the spouse; it is the hand of peace stroking her hair.

In dreams the truth is learned that all good works are done in the absence of a caress.

The light extinguished, they lay still in the darkness, Gerty shrinking to the outer edge of the narrow couch to avoid contact with her bed-fellow. Knowing that Lily disliked to be caressed, she had long ago learned to check her demonstrative impulses toward her friend.

When the wind stops, the stillness suspends them between two eternities, entirely in the caress of here and now.

May my thoughts of kindness stretch over like a warm blanket to envelop your being and caress your soul.

In the steady light of her power,she pressed a kiss upon his mouth and breathed two words into the soft caress."Amore mio." She felt his arms circle her,his lips curling into a smile against her own. "In Russian," she added ,"it is lyubov moya.

All their love had been a way of fixing time, each embrace a moment's touch of the eternal, because the caress preserves.

My grandmother had a very interesting theory; she said that each of us is born with a box of matches inside us but we can't strike them all by ourselves; just as in the experiment, we need oxygen and a candle to help. In this case, the oxygen, for example, would come from the breath of the person you love; the candle could be any kind of food, music, caress, word, or sound that engenders the explosion that lights one of the matches

Way across the country where the hillside mountains glide, the dynamo of your smile caressed the barefoot virgin child.

Prenez un cercle, caressez-le, il deviendra vicieux.

I carry Caress Body Wash in Tempting Whisper to clean my hands. The scent lasts throughout the day!

A bran' new book is a beautiful thing, all promise and fresh pages, the neatly squared spine, the brisk sense of a journey beginning. But a well-worn book also has its pleasures, the soft caress and give of the paper's edges, the comfort, like an old shawl, of an oft-read story.

From the very moment they first showed Paulette her new house, waiting with a mixture of emotion and anxiety for her every reaction, her every comment (she made none), and for the next trick of destiny, a warm gentle wind would caress their tired faces. A caress, a truce, a balm. Sentimental healing , as someone we know might say.

But the only time she'd mentioned Daemon, his name had sounded like a promise, like a caress. Blinking back tears and leashing his guilt, Lucivar finished the whiskey and turned to go back inside.

I heard in their raised voices the same outpouring of love and gratitude for the Creation that Skywoman first sang on the back of Turtle Island. In their caress of that old hymn I came to know that it wasn't naming the source of wonder that mattered, it was wonder itself.

It was that surrender he needed. That complete feminine submission to every stroke, every caress, ever naughty act. Only in that submission would the subconscious trust, the bond he needed between them, come. He wanted her to trust, to know, to instinctively understand that he was more than just her lover; he was her other half. The one she told her secrets to. The one, she made secrets with.

That soft but penetrating voice that caressed your ears and climbed through your brain like a vine.

Spanish rain, A maiden's dress, Apothecary pills And ancient thrills; Melancholy kills A girl's caress.

la brezza della sera arruffava gli alberi e le accarezzava i capelli, calda e dolce