Quotes About Touch

I think it's easy to see with the existence of these forms, the intermixing of prose and poetry, that they are really two sides of the same coin and that one doesn't do well without something of the other. Prose falls flat on its face without incorporating the dance of poetry and poetry has no voice without the narrative touch of prose.

I looked out at the street beyond the overhang. The rain was coming in at gray angled streaks. One of my hands moved to her cheek. I closed my eyes. Her skin was wet from the rain and I thought of tears.

Food is much better off the hand than the fork.

It was the woman who first began to grope for the mysteries of the other's soul. She took his head in her hands and held it as though it were a large and heavy fruit, gathered in the sun.

Well, my heart went "boom" When I crossed that room And I held her hand in mine

Monroe started to play again. The piano was warming up, the keys firm beneath his fingertips, the pedals amplifying or dampening, the melodies he played rising up from beneath the lid in curves and curls as if they were printed on the air like Braille.

If you receive so much fan mail, it does touch you personally.

It is difficult to touch hearts than mind, because in the mind you do have some reference point.

I have found myself able to cure people with my hands.

There's nothing like being hugged or held or just anything as simple as that.

God's finger can touch nothing but to mold it into loveliness.

It could not have been ten seconds, and yet it seemed a long time that their hands were clasped together. He had time to learn every detail of her hand.

Some hams hanging in the kitchen were taken out for burial, and the barrel of beer in the scullery was stove in with a kick from Boxer's hoof, otherwise nothing in the house was touched. A unanimous resolution was passed on the spot that the farmhouse should be preserved as a museum.

Faith crosses every border and touches every heart in every nation.

Hugging has been a social hot potato for a while. On the one hand, we are increasingly aware of touch being good for our wellbeing, and on the other, some workplace tribunals have deemed touching inappropriate.

I think my dad did legal work for someone who had a Packard Bell 8088, and they couldn't pay him, so they gave him a computer. I was initially not allowed to touch it, but that didn't last long. I started tinkering with it, and there were many times I screwed up the computer.

The tires were scorching hot, in fact I burned my fingers on one.

I cannot touch my essential self.

Such a little thing really, a kiss... most people don't give it a moment's consideration. They kiss on meeting, they kiss on parting, that simple touching of flesh is taken entirely for granted as a basic human right.

How strange, that when you are away, I reach for my cell phone's buzz as if it were your hand. Each shiver in my pocket, a way to find you.

I don't see how sugar could make that cornbread any sweeter than the prints of your hands already have.

I did not know how to help her; I was not the hero for whom she waited, the man whose touch could dissolve the wall around her and set her free.

He touched my face; I could feel the heat of his fingers, and this time I did not flinch away, although I was trembling.

I wanted to feel his strength; I wanted to feel him. I didn't care how anymore. I just wanted him to touch me.