Quotes About Touch

I never get tired of hearing the great testimonies of people whom God has touched. I pray that the changes God has done in me will then be done in others.

I feel the healinghands of Godtouch my heartand kiss my soul.

Angels will frequently - even when they're comforting us with good news - touch the awe of God's eternal presence and drive us to our knees before our God of glory.

Real elation is when you feel you could touch a star without standing on tiptoe.

A caress is better than a career.

Your touch has still its ancient power, No word from You can fruitless fall; Hear, in this solemn evening hour, And in Your mercy heal us all.

It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

When experience flies into realms that language cannot touch, honesty demands beyond-language.

I also hope that I am occasionally involved in projects that touch other people in ways that make their lives a little better, more interesting for the moment, that makes them think.

I do hope your Christmas has had a little touch of Eternity in among the rush and pitter patter and all. It always seems such a mixing of this world and the next - but that after all is the idea!

Lyrically I'm very ironic and silly, but I hope I'll touch your heart

When I touch a human hand, I touch heaven.

There's nothing more toxic or deadly than a human child. A single touch could kill you.

Ladies, your happiness is very important to us. You have to understand that. Because when you're happy, you let us touch you.

This squirrel is inadequately afraid of humans! Squirrel, I am a threat to you! We are enemies! Please get off my bench! Oh, god! Oh, god! Don't touch me—oh, god!

Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam.

Aww, the sound of waves crashing along the ocean side and spraying back up to touch the wind only for a moment, then to fall back down becoming the ocean once more...

Life is all about impact, become an influential millionaire by touching million lives.

my hand, I said her name.

Gently this time, though still the touch shot through Jim's clothes, through his skin even. It was this way whenever their bodies met, if limping he brushed against him or laughing he squeezed his arms. The touch charged through like a sputtering tram-wire until it wasn't Doyler he felt but what Doyler touched, which was himself. This is my shoulder, this my leg. And he did not think he had felt himself before, other than in pain or in sin.

From your hand, creating God, come the shape of the land, the warmth of fire, the mystery of shadows, the feel of skin. From your mouth, mighty Spirit, flow the sound of thunder, the whisper of rain, the stillness of dawn, the humming of night. May I touch, O God; O Spirit, may I hear.

She reached her doorstep. The key turned sweetly in the lock. That was the kind of thing one remembered about a house: not the size of the rooms or the color of the walls, but the feel of the door-handles and light-switches, the shape and texture of the banister-rail under one's palm; minute tactual intimacies, whose resumption was the essence of coming home.

She wanted to take his hand. Her hardest task now as she grew older in the Ministry was to deal with her longing to be touched - hugged, stroked by anyone, any human being - a friend, a lover, a child or even (and here she scented danger) a servant. Of either sex. She prayed about it, asking that God's encircling arms would bring comfort. They did not

superstitions of a long Cornish ancestry, had touched wood (but only without legs, for fear your luck would walk away from you)