Quotes About Touch

Except...I do. Of course I do. Because as his hands gently cup my waist, I don't make a sound. As he swivels me around to face him, I don't make a sound. I don't need to. We're still talking. Every touch he makes, every imprint of his skin is like another word, another thought, a continuation of our conversation. And we're not done yet. Not yet.

carries hope round with him like an aura, and whenever I touch him a little bit of it filters into me.

Mad are thy subjects all, and even the wisest heart Straight to folly will fall, at a touch of thy poisoned dart.

[Jesus Christ to Pope Francis] is the Lord with whom he speaks for hours every day in prayer. The Risen One who reached out, touched his life, and called him into mission.

Anybody that makes fun of me, I'm like, 'Yeah, and then I got touched by Hugh Jackman'

I am most alive when I let myself be touched by the fingers of life.

There is an incredible beauty in your touch, it can heal the gravest wounds. And in your smile, that can easily mend any broken heart.

Some things scratch the surface while others strike at your soul.

I touched you and my life stopped

I long for some connection, to the real and those who love them, and hope that my fiction can reach beyond the veil, that I might touch someone and make them feel something…or something.

The power of touch. Life is controlled by such a facet manipulated by Man. All are knowledgeable of its boundaries, most are negligent.

O Father, touch us with fresh faith that we might believe the incredible. The very pain of Christ that makes us despair is our salvation. Open our fearful hearts to receive the gospel. Waken the dead parts of our hearts that cannot feel what must be felt-that we are loved with the deepest, strongest, purest love in the universe.

Pray with me for that touch. If it comes with fire, so be it. If it comes with water, so be it. If it comes with wind, let it come, O God. If it comes with thunder and lightning, let us bow before it. O Lord, come. Come close enough to touch. Shield us with the asbestos of grace, but no more. Pass through all the way to the heart, and touch. Burn and soak and blow and crash. Or, in a still, small voice. Whatever the means, come. Come all the way and touch our hearts.

I had love once in the palm of my hand. See the lines there. — John Wieners, from "A Poem for Painters," Selected poems, 1958-1984 (Black Sparrow Books, 1986)

A tientas, confusos, se tocaron, se enredaron en un abrazo torpe y tenso y durante largo rato permanecieron sentados juntos sin moverse, como si cualquier movimiento pudiese dejar escapar de ellos la cosa extraña y terrible que agarraban con las manos.

When he held it in his hands his fingers seemed to come alive; they trembled so that he could scarcely open it. He turned the first few pages and saw the dedication: "To W.S.

Midas, they say, possessed the art of old Of turning whatsoe'er he touch'd to gold; This modern statesmen can reverse with ease — Touch them with gold, they'll turn to what you please.

As a securely dominant species you could afford to lose touch with reality, and amuse yourselves with abstractions

His touch calmed me. I thought I was going to melt into the earth.

So don't try to touch my heart, it's darker than you think And don't try to read my mind because it's full of disappearing ink

If only we could reach back before the concept, could write on a level with the senses, record the infinitesimal variations of what we touch, do what a reptile would do if it were to set about writing!

A particular variety of loneliness, like peering deep into the darkness. It's only natural, when two separate universes touch.

Maybe someone should start an Opaque Church, where we could learn to give up one kind of vision in hope of another. Instead of wearing name tags, we would touch each other's faces. Instead of looking around to see who's there, we could learn to listen for each other's voices.

The person in New York is more likely to want and need a harder touch in order to crack through the armor they have built up to protect their hearts and other soft tender parts.