Quotes About Touch

En la oscuridad, dos figuras alargan los brazos a través de una penumbra espesa y penosa. Y cuando las manos se tocan, se derrama la luz de cien urnas doradas, por las que el sol parece salir a borbotones.

HER FINGERS RAN LIGHTLY over the beams, stroked the threads of the weft like a stable master greeting a prize horse. She asked no questions; she seemed to absorb the loom's workings by touch alone.

The flowers, when they saw me, seemed to press forward like eager puppies, leaping and clamouring for my touch. I felt almost shy of them, but day by day I grew bolder, and at last I knelt in the damp earth before a clump of hellebore.

All human minds, as they move about over the face of the earth, are in touch with a dark reservoir of our race's psychic garbage.

I had to make a guess about what would be right and what would be wrong for her. I had to take a risk. I based the risk on what I know of loneliness, of the need of closeness in loneliness. I stroked her, totally impersonal, the way you soothe a terrified animal. At first she would leap and buck at the slightest touch. After a while there was only a tremor when I touched her, and finally that too was gone. She hiccuped and at last fell down into sleep, curled and spent.

In spite of her superficial independence, her fundamental need was to cling. All her life was an attempt to disprove it; and so proved it. She was like a sea anemone -- had only to be touched once to adhere to what touched her.

The heart is a secret with its Maker; no one on earth can hope to get at it or to touch it.

When Jack Burns needed to hold his mother's hand, his fingers could see in the dark.

When somebody touches you...and you really don't wanna be touched, that's not really being touched. You still got you inside of you. And nobody has touched you. Not really. You still got you inside of you. You believe that.

It means touch, basically—almost a hammered kind of touch

Touch has a memory. O say, love, say, What can I do to kill it and be free?

I wanna hold your gland.

Free as a bird It's the next best thing to be Free as a bird. Home, home and dry Like a homing bird I'll fly As a bird on wings. Whatever happened to The life that we once knew? Can we really live without each other? Where did we lose the touch That seemed to mean so much? It always made me feel so free.

She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand like a lizard on the window-pane.

Education without courage is like a wax statue - beautiful to look at but bound to melt at the first touch of a hot stuff.

Healing rain is a real touch from God. It could be physical healing or emotional or whatever.

I think there's something quite interesting about the almost tragic quality of a lot of overwrought prose, because it has a much more self-conscious awareness of its own failure to touch the real.

Passion is a word which involves so many feelings.I feel it when we touch,i feel it when we kiss. I feel it when I look at you, for you are my passion my one true love.

I may not always contact you, but our distance makes me miss you. I may not always stay in touch, but I care for you very much. I may not always say hi, but I hope never to say goodbye. I may not prove to be the perfect one for you, but I hope my love, never fades to an end.

I feel completely at peace wrapped around you. Your heartbeat is all I care to listen to. Your face is all I want to look at. Your scent fills me with inescapable bliss. Your touch is what makes my body and mind come to life. I love you.

I love you. I go weak when you touch me, I laugh at your jokes when they're not funny, and I take every chance I can get to talk to you.

I can feel your love, in the warmth of your touch, 'cause it touches my heart and soul.

But all I felt was the coolness against my ankle, where his fingers had been a moment before.

Hands, smooth and strong, reaching to touch me. I know those hands.