Quotes About Touch

We don't exist unless we are deeply and sensually in touch with that which can be touched but not known.

'Animal Kingdom' feels like a suburban Melbourne version of 'The Godfather 'to me. It's epic and Shakespearean in its story, and yet you still feel like you can reach out and touch it.

Smartphones have ensured connectivity like never before. We are bombarded with information on 24/7 television and other new sources. We are in constant touch with each other, communicating via technology.

The hero of 'Dark Powers' can touch murder victims and read their last memories.

He, who had never feared anything, was terrified of the power she had over him. And he was afraid of his own desire to have her with him every minute of the day, to stare at her, to hear her voice. He craved her touch. His skin seemed to drink in every caress of her fingers, as if the sensation of her could be woven into the human fabric of his body. It was different from mere sexual need…it was some kind of pathetic, full-blown addiction for which there seemed to be no remedy.

A woman could become a slave to those experienced hands. He touched her with perfect sensuality, drawing acute pleasure from her sore flesh. Leaning most of her weight against the doorjamb, Evie felt her breathing turn slow and deep. Her back softened, lengthened beneath the coaxing manipulation, and it felt so wonderful that she dreaded the moment he would stop.

Turning her hand over, Gabriel kissed her palm and shaped her fingers against his cheek. his shaven skin was smooth in one direction and softly abrasive in the other, like a cat's tongue. The firelight had turned him golden everywhere except for those eyes, the clear blue of an arctic star.

I want to see your face." "I'll tell you about my face instead. Two eyes, a nose, a mouth..." "A beautiful mouth." His fingertip drifted over her lower lip with a light touch that she could have mistaken for a kiss, had her eyes been closed.

You let him touch you," Todd observed idly. My eyes widened. "I do not." "Yes you do. Just little touches here and there. He puts his hand on your arm or back, he stands close to you, getting you used to him . . . it's a mating ritual. Like March of the Penguins." "It has nothing to do with mating rituals. It's a Texas thing. People are touchy-feely here.

I want to fill every part of you, breathe the air from your lungs and leave my handprints on your soul. I want to give you more pleasure than you can bear.

Medicine—to the extent that it can be called a science—is a sensual science, one in which we collect data about a patient through touch and the other senses according to a systematic method in order to make a diagnosis.

I reached up and touched his face, feeling the appealingly masculine stubble there.

you can't impact something you don't touch.

but in the city in which I love you, no one comes, no one meets me in the brick clefts; in the wedged dark, no finger touches me secretly, no mouth tastes my flawless salt, no one wakens the honey in the cells, finds the humming in the ribs, the rich business in the recesses; hulls clogged, I continue laden

I've lost touch with a lot of that boutique-type music just because of my age, and raising my son and the multiple jobs I have at this point.

Time has laid his hand Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations.

To touch is to experience, but to feel is to live.

She set her hand against his chest, to push him away. He laid his hand over hers, and held hers there, over his pounding heart.

Seeing how a hand carves out meaning with a pencil point lets us remember that the human touch is essential.

So I guess that the next time I make a date with a concussed guy, I should pin a note to his collar so he doesn't forget. Good plan. His hand was next to hers on the table. He let his thumb glide over her fingers, a small, almost casual touch that sent a shudder through her. I'm sorry I forgot our date.

Her fingers danced over the sculpted landscape of his sleek back and then came around to his chest, where she could once again feel the beat of his heart, not nearly so steady now.

You've read your press, right? You know they call you a hard-ass." She lifted her hand and touched his face. "But they're wrong." She pressed her face to his throat and inhaled him...

Maybe I've already died and gone to heaven. She lifted her hand with a smile. You think this is heaven? You're touching and kissing me, he said. So yeah, I think this is heaven.

This had already been the best sex she'd ever had and all he'd done was touch her.