Quotes About Touch

No. We were jealous that Lirah had Gargarin. Cold, cold Lirah, who was bitter towards all men, loved my brother with all her heart. It made me hate her even more, because I knew this union was not one of the flesh. She hated the touch of men. He barely tolerated the touch of anyone. I couldn't bear the idea of him loving someone as much as he loved me." -Arjuro of Abroi

When he felt her fingers, he flinched; he had not been touched with such gentleness since his childhood. He was no stranger to women and had felt their hands on all parts of his body, but her touch made him feel like he belonged some place.

Mientras le tiembla todavía el cuerpo por las convulsiones, me coge la mano y enlaza mis dedos con los suyos y por primera vez en la vida, desde que tengo uso de razón, siento el dolor de otra persona.

Aeriel gazed at Irrylath: husband to her, but only in name. She dared touch him only when he slept.

George's hand lifted and fell away again. It seemed an insult to imply that anything so small as a touch could stop the raw feeling in Sir Stephen's suddenly dark and haunted eyes.

O sabor do beijo resvala entre o lábio e dente, entre vida e morte. Lâmina e veludo, qual dos dois no beijo a gente toca? Asfixiação boca-a-boca: isso é o beijo.

I sold my soul a long time ago, dear fellow. The rest is all cosmetics and parlor games. Nothing that you say, you admirable, earnest apostle, will touch me in the slightest." "Are you so sure? Isn't every man a mystery to himself?

Everything she touched either crumbled to dust or dissolved into a powder that gave off spores. The

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

Le seul souvenir qui me reste depuis des siècles que je vis dans la pierre, est le doux contact des larmes sur un visage d'homme

Le seule souvenir qui me reste depuis des siècles que je vis dans la pierre, est le doux contact des larmes sur un visage d'homme.

Cuando desaparece la sexualidad, lo que aparece es el cuerpo del otro, con su presencia vagamente hostil; los ruidos, los movimientos, los olores; y la presencia misma de ese cuerpo que ya no podemos tocar, ni santificar mediante el contacto, se convierte poco a poco en algo incómodo; desgraciadamente, nada de esto es nuevo.

She's sorting out our library, her book, my book, and now and again we exchange a touch for old times

Your grandmother Sunja and great-aunt Kyunghee visit me on Saturdays. Did you know that? They pray for me, too. I don't understand the Jesus stuff, but it's something holy to have people touch you when you're sick. The nurses here are afraid to touch me. Your grandmother Sunja holds my hands, and your great-aunt Kyunghee puts cool towels on my head when I get too hot. They're kind to me, though I'm a bad person—

It's something holy to have people touch you when you're sick.

Tell me what is there, what is there about you that so satisfies me when I touch you? from "Pazzarella

Her fingers brushed his palm as she took the piece of metal, warm from his touch, and something surprisingly like a burst of want ferreted up her spine.

Love is blind. I guess that's why it proceeds by the sense of touch.

Bir an?y? görmeye gitti?inizde neye dokunsan?z can?n?z ac?r

only my fingers in your hair, only, my eyes splitting the skull to tickle your brain with love in a slow caress blurring the mind, kissing your mouth awake opening the body's mouth and stopping the words. — Muriel Rukeyser, from "Three Sides of a Coin," Collected Poems of Muriel Rukeyser . (University of Pittsburgh Press May 10th 2014)

Wounds are said to emit light under certain conditions - touch them and the brightness will stay on the hands - and as candles burn Rohan thinks of each flame as an injury somewhere in his house.

She watched as he settled down on the bed with Naya skin to skin on his chest. His hand all but covered her tiny body as he stroked her in that changeling way, bonding with her on the most elemental level. Then he purred, and Naya made a happy little sound of delight, very much a cat in her love of touch.

Once, he hadn't been able to touch her without causing himself pain. Now, it only hurt when he didn't touch her.

No," he responded, reaching out to trace the shell of her ear. "They grew back even more beautiful. Blue edged with silver." Elena laughed at the scowl in his voice.