Quotes About Touch

O Lord, my approach to Thee is dulled because of my physical dimness, but my spirit and heart rejoice in Thee and my flesh shall rest in hope. Touch me bodily, O Lord, till I answer in thrilling health to Thy touch.

He crept up, and touched the face of the boy. "Didst thou dream that I should be faithless and forsake thee? I— a dog?" said that mute caress.

Trust was right, as, looking back on that time, I know now, in thinking that Ben had some touch in him of the poet. Not of the poet's utterance, surely; I do not think he could have strung a line of words together to save his existence; but of the poet's temperament, of the poet's feeling.

It was like his entire body was having a conversation with Justin's body, though they were barely touching.

Dating's all about giving you chances to bump and brush and touch and, occasionally, talk.

I don't know how much time passes with us just lying there, just feeling that the other is really there, really true, really alive, feeling the safety of him, his weight against mine, the roughness of his fingers touching my face, his warmth and his smell and the dustiness of his clothes, and we barely speak...

And for a second, for a minute, forever, every nerve in my body is right there, right at the point where we're touching. And boom, I think. That's it.

A decision had been made at high levels of the Trump administration that this matter would be resolved quickly and with a soft touch.

A poet is a musician that can't sing. Words have to find a man's mind before they can touch his heart, and some men's minds are woeful small targets. Music touches their hearts directly no matter how small or stubborn the mind of the man who listens.

A poet is a musician who can't sing. Words have to find a man's mind before they can touch his heart, and some men's minds are woeful small targets. Music touches their hearts directly no matter how small or stubborn the mind of the man who listens.

Remember this, son, if you forget everything else. A poet is a musician who can't sing. Words have to find a man's mind before they can touch his heart, and some men's minds are woeful small targets. Music touches their hearts directly no matter how small or stubborn the mind of the man who listens.

The strings felt strange against my fingers, like reunited friends who have forgotten what they have in common.

Words have to find a man's mind before they can touch his heart, and some men's minds are woeful small targets. Music touches their hearts directly no matter how small or stubborn the mind of the man who listens.

Remember this son, if you forget everything else. A poet is a musician who can't sing. Words have to find a man's mind before they can touch his heart, and some men's minds are woeful small targets. Music touches their hearts directly no matter no matter how small or stubborn the mind of the man who listens.

El tacto de las cuerdas me producía extrañeza; mis dedos y las cuerdas eran como dos amigos que se reencuentran y que no recuerdan qué tienen en común. Toqué flojo y despacio, sin lanzar las notas más allá del círculo de luz de la hoguera. Mis dedos y las cuerdas mantenían una cuidadosa conversación, como si su danza describiera el guión de un enamoramiento.

It was like we were doing one of those elaborate Modegan court dances, where the partners stand scant inches apart, but—if they are skilled—never touch.

Remember this, son, if you forget everything else. A poet is a musician who can't sing. Words have to find a man's mind before they can touch his heart, and some men's minds are woeful small targets. Music touches their hearts directly no matter how small or stubborn the mind of the man who listens." My

When I touch people, things change, especially their perceptions. Not their underwear though. I have to draw the line somewhere. Like right there," said Lunay, pointing to the wall where a blue line squiggled across the sheetrock.

The spirits rose like an ether that spun an arabesque and touched down as gently as a benevolent mask.

Erst wenn ich dich als Schatten berühre, glaubst du mir meinen Mund, der klettert mit Spät- sinnigem droben in Zeithöfen umher, du stößt zur Heerschar der Zweitverwerter unter den Engeln, Schweigewütiges sternt.

Wie faßten wir uns an — an mit diesen Händen?

then traced a fingertip across his forehead, around one eye, along the length of his nose. As if she wanted to later draw his likeness.

John's Gospel reveals that as the Word made flesh, Jesus comes alongside us and touches us with the gracious truth of his holy love (Jn 1:14; 3:16).

That's the way Chris lives, warning everyone who gets close of the lightning that may strike. Never touch anything, never make a mark. But Anatole can't live that way. The world's too lonely a place: he has to touch things, he has to put his arms around them.