Quotes About Touch

Los buenos escritores tocan a menudo la vida. Los mediocres la rozan rápidamente. Los malos la violan y la abandonan a las moscas.

Todos deben dejar algo al morir, decía mi abuelo. Un niño o un libro o un cuadro o una casa o una pared o un par de zapatos. O un jardín. Algo que las manos de uno han tocado de algún modo. El alma tendrá entonces adonde ir el día de la muerte, y cuando la gente mire ese árbol, o esa flor, allí estará uno. No

Her own body was such a familiar and unremarkable thing to her that she was puzzled by the convulsive ecstasy men could take from it, by the intense and amusing need they had merely to touch it, to reach out urgently and press it, squeeze it, pinch it, rub it. She did not understand Yossarian's lust; but she was willing to take is word for it.

And it felt like I was a black - and - white photo magically rippling into color wherever he touched me.

Touch. It is touch that is the deadliest enemy of chastity, loyalty, monogamy, gentility with its codes and conventions and restraints. By touch we are betrayed and betray others ... an accidental brushing of shoulders or touching of hands ... hands laid on shoulders in a gesture of comfort that lies like a thief, that takes, not gives, that wants, not offers, that awakes, not pacifies. When one flesh is waiting, there is electricity in the merest contact.

It is touch that is the deadliest enemy of chastity, loyalty, monogamy, gentility with its codes and conventions and restraints.

Touch. It is touch that is the deadliest enemy of chastity, loyalty, monogamy, gentility with its codes and conventions and restraints. By touch we are betrayed, and betray others.

The partaker partakes of that which changes him. The child that touches takes character from the thing, the body, it touches.

As Adam early in the morning,Walking forth from the bower refresh'd with sleep,Behold me where I pass, hear my voice, approach,Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass,Be not afraid of my body.

Sometimes, when a person is truly lost in this world, suffocating inside her private bubble where all she can hear is her own droning heartbeat, a touch can be enough.

dokunman?n yo?un oldu?u bir ili?kide, iki insan kendilerini birbirlerine kal?c? bir biçimde ba?l? hissederler. arzulanan dokunu?lar?n aç??a ç?kard??? enerjiler, doyurucu bir hayat için vazgeçilemeyecek kadar üretkindirler. O nedenle birçoklar?nda öyle büyüktür, dokunma özlemi. (dokunman?n gücü üzerine, 10)

analog hazz?n zevkine varan?n, dijital detoksa ihtiyac? kalmaz. (dokunman?n gücü üzerine, 10)

dokunu?lar ili?kilerin sebebi olabilir ve onlar? koruyabilir. dokunu?lar insan? al?p götürebilir ve basbaya?? alt üst edebilir: iyi geliyordur, daha fazlas?n? istersiniz! p.11

dokunman?n önemi öyle büyüktür ki, handiyse antropolojik diye tan?mlayabiliriz onu: insan olmak, ona ba?l?d?r. her bireyin hayat?nda iyice diplere at?lm?? bir çapad?r bu tecrübe: dokunuyor ve dokunuluyorsam, duyusal olarak, ruhsal olarak, zihinsel olarak ve ola ki a?k?n anlamda da, ya??yorumdur. Dokunma olmadan hayat? hissedemem. p.17

The conversations rests uneasily; one doesn't expect good-byes to be burdened by such trivialities. This is not how it is in the books, he thinks, or in the theater, and he feels the need to speak of mission, of duty, of love. They reach home and close the door and he doesn't drop her hand. Where speech fails, touch compensates.

Violence had lost the personal touch, the pride had gone out of self-preservation, and mere chickenshit possibilities of improved technology replaced it.

Every gray day swells in around you, gold bird. Sinister as the copperhead in thick russet pinestraw, that held-back surge of piled up desire. I think my hands were born to touch and weave with air your intricate dips, veers, blinks always take.

Leaning over, he finally got a good look. There was a warning symbol plastered across the top, the kind that indicated the contents were some sort of biohazard. A label below the symbol said: Virus VC321xb47 Highly Contagious 24 Darts, Extreme Caution Mark suddenly wished he hadn't touched the thing.

There is emotion in the hug, and there is respect and a form of love. Emotion that comes from honesty, respect that comes from challenge, and the form of love that exists between people whose minds have touched, whose hearts have touched, whose souls have touched. Our minds touched. Our hearts touched. Our souls touched. We separate.

Weary looked at him and shook his head and put the tailgate up and drove down the gravel towards the bivouac, carrying two drunks, who both fatuously imagined, that once in a dream somewhere, sometime, someplace, they had managed for a moment to touch another human soul and understand it.

When I am touched, I am touched only as the person I am behind all the theatrical masks, but at the same time I am changed from within-and whoever touches me is touched as well. We do not touch by design. Indeed, all designs are shattered by touching. Whoever touches and whoever is touched cannot but be surprised. (The unpredictability of this phenomenon is reflected in our reference to the insane as "touched.")

We can be moved only by way of our veils. We are touched through our veils.

I couldn't even picture Mavis's face anymore. It was sad. She was being erased. I wanted to put my finger on her forehead, but there was nothing there.

At her tone, at once intimate and formal, a terrible sadness came over me, and when we looked at each other it seemed that the whole past was redefined and brought into focus by this moment, clear as glass, a complexity of stillness that was rainy afternoons in spring, a dark chair in the hallway, the light-as-air touch of her hand on the back of my head. "I'm