Quotes About Touch

One time they held hands while walking along the lake. Their joined palms felt like a fuse in an outlet, as if their touch was the source of everything that mattered, as if by doing this, holding hands in public, they'd be able to make better photographs and write better stories. Make better love. The power of those few minutes of not hiding felt like it could fuel an entire country.

It was the last night before sorrow touched her life; and no life is ever quite the same again when once that cold, sanctifying touch has been laid upon it

No amor, as mãos são as nossas forças avançadas, as que exploram o terreno, desativam as minas e amolecem as defesas antes de o corpo entrar em ação. Quando um homem e uma mulher se amam, é porque as suas mãos já se amaram demais. O amor começa quando as mãos estão saciadas.

What was it about love? Coming down off heroin, it was so hard to think of anything but pain. When we were stoned, we loved each other, we touched each other, we laughed a lot, it was us against the world.

He thought how the world would feel if it were populated solely by elderly women--a world of forbearance, where all touches were careful.

This folio never leaves this room, Natalie said, turning from the bureau with a leather folder in her arms. But you have plenty of time. Enjoy it, and when you're done set it back and join us for coffee. I couldn't possibly—it's so old— One of the woman's brow ridges quirked. And only young things need to be touched?

But this is what makes us lords of the earth, it is this power to restore the past, to touch the instability of our impressions and the vanity of our affections.

the joy and love were so tangible that Meg felt that if she only knew where to reach she could touch it with her bare hands.

To teach is to touch the heart and impel it to action.

Cómo podría no amar a ese hombre? Pero era el amor de un fantasma, unos brazos que rodeaban pero no tocaban, un cuenco lleno de arroz pero sin apetito para comerlo, sin plenitud.

I loved your breaking down that door, repeated Djuna. Through Rango she had breathed some other realm she had never attained before. She had touched through his act some climate of violence she had never known before.

When I awakened at dawn, I had a moment of repulsion, of shame. When my feelings aren't touched, I feel shame, as man does with the whore.

punishment evokes sexual feelings in him; skin is logically connected in his mind with force, because sex is what he feels when he feels the urge to hurt her. [...] Force is suggested by the skin, because both to him mean real touch; [...] still conditioned by civilization to have abstract sexual impulses, he is drawn most by the silhouette, halfway between the fictive and the real.

There are other factors that can contribute to software rot, and we'll touch on some of them elsewhere, but neglect accelerates the rot faster than any other factor.

You lose the ability to trust anyone, to be touched, to grieve. Eventually, you are simply absent from yourself.

I što pogledam sve je pjesma i ?ega god se taknem sve je bol.

We get a little further from perfection, each year on the road, I guess that's what they call character, I guess that's just the way it goes, better to be dusty than polished, like some store window mannequin, why don't you touch me where i'm rusty, let me stain your hands

Si chinò per accarezzarmi. Fece scorrere la mano lungo la schiena e poi sotto al mento. «Ogni cane dovrebbe iniziare la giornata con una bella grattatina sotto il mento» dichiarò. Spostò la mano sopra la testa. «Posso accarezzarti qui?» mi chiese. «Sulla testa? So che non piace a tutti i cani». Rimasi immobile, e chiusi gli occhi. «Socchiudi gli occhi!» esclamò Susan. «Ottimo segno».

Jackie Rodowsky's private BSC nickname is the Walking Disaster. Abby says he has the Sadim touch. Sadim is Midas backward. Everything he touches turns into an accident.

A great poet must have the ear of a wild Arab listening in the silent desert, the eye of a North American Indian tracing the footsteps of an enemy upon the leaves that strew the forest, the touch of a blind man feeling the face of a darling child.

demanding. His slightest touch had elicited sighs and murmurs of pleasure.

You can't measure love by time put in, but the weight of those moments. Some in life are light, like a touch. Others, you can't help but stagger beneath.

I brushed my fingers over the beads and watched as her image rippled, like it was on water, breaking apart gently and shimmering before becoming whole again.

You can't measure love by time put in, but the weight of those moments. Some in life are light, like a touch. Others, you can't help but stagger beneath.