Quotes About Touch

What makes a good book? Scholars and critics have been debating that question for decades. I like books that touch my head and my heart at the same time.

A wound will perhaps become tolerable with length of time; but wounds which are raw shudder at the touch of the hands.

I will only observe, that that ethereal sense - sight, and touch, which is at the other extremity of the scale, have from time acquired a very remarkable additional power.

Time and space recede and blast away like a universe expanding forever outward, and leaving only darkness and the two of us on its periphery, darkness and breathing and touch.

He leans his face close to mine and wraps his fingers around my chin. His hand smells like metal. When was the last time he held a gun, or a knife?

But the thing that . . . that I touched . . . I cried. It was furry! It- I stopped short, taken with a shudder. I know, said Herrick.

Aucune caresse va jusqu'à l'âme.

His soul,' she would say, 'picked mine up and we flew.' And to those who gave her a disbelieving look, she would insist. 'Have you never touched someone and felt them? Felt what was inside of their body?' Only a few would know what she was talking about.

If we can divinely fed with a morsel and divinely blessed with a touch, then the terrible pleasure we find in a particular face can certainly instruct us in the nature of the very grandest love.

That's how the world is, touch anything, change everything. Caution is needed.

He held up his right hand and spread my fingers out in a fan. I held up my left hand and spread my fingers out in a fan and we made our fingers and thumbs touch each other.

You don't have to believe me. It's all right if you don't. The beauty of the truth is that it need not be proclaimed or believed. It skips from soul to soul, changing form each time it touches, but it is what it is, I have seen it, and someday you will, too." He

I thought I would get calmer, surer, but each time we come close I feel almost sick at first. As though each time vibrates with the times before. I feel a terrible sorrow coming up my throat, I don't know why. And it can only be consoled against the length of her body. Lying down with her for the first time... all the pain I didn't know I had, till at her touch it disappeared like smoke. Is this what purgatory feels like? To burn painlessly? If so, why isn't it called heaven?

He knew her to be heartless; but even heartless people have hearts which can be touched and almost broken by certain sorrows.

a gentle tickling on Floyd's wrist announced an incoming call.

That mysterious change is too subtle and too gradual to be measured by dates. Least of all does the maiden herself know it until the tone of a voice or the touch of a hand sets her heart thrilling within her, and she learns, with a mixture of pride and of fear, that a new and a larger nature has awoke within her. There are few who cannot recall that day and remember the one little incident which heralded the dawn of a new life.

She realized he was rarely touched, except in anger.

By the time I got home, the hat had flopped over my ears. It was a bit too big, I felt. "It's no tragedy. So long as it isn't too tight," said Mama, pulling the hat over my nose. "Just don't keep taking it off and putting it on. Don't touch it. Wear it well.

In the middle of the night she woke up when her father touched her shoulder in the dark. Get up, he said quietly. Do you hear it? Then she heard the singing at the corners of the house - the deep, full tone of the moisture-laden south wind. Water was streaming off the roof, and the rain whispered as it fell on soft, melting snow.

But these events had touched her so little - like the echo of thunder from the mountains after a storm had passed over the countryside and was far away.

Why shouldn't a mystical theology be possible? 'I want to touch God or become God,' I declared in my journal. All through that year I abandoned myself intermittently to these deliriums.

God is rich in mercy. I know this wealth of His with the certainty of experience. I have touched it.

I offer my dreams as a source of love to the world. In their fulfillment I will bring a message of light to all that I touch.

His hand glides down my arm, folds over my hand. His fingers lace with mine, palms kissing. I can feel the fast thud of his heart through this single touch.