Quotes About Touch

To return to my own trees, I went among them often, acknowledging their presence with a touch of my hand against their trunks.

If we reconstructed human spirituality painstakingly, we would end up with a mangnificent tree whose branches go in so many directions, yet all trying to touch the heavens.

I don't really trust ideas - especially good ones... Rather, I put my trust in the materials that confront me, because they put me in touch with the unknown.

All that you touch You Change. All that you Change Changes you. The only lasting truth is Change. God is Change.

Would a dead man touch you like this?

She touched him, placing her hand over his curled fingers, straightening them so that they were palm to palm, then she interlaced her fingers with his. Her fingertips were icy. A silent, dangerous thrill coursed through him. He wanted to pull her atop him and show her what awaited a foolish young woman who slipped into a man's bedroom in the dead of the night after having devoured him all evening with those dark, intense eyes of hers, setting his blood to simmer over three long hours.

Even now her body yearned to be closer to him. She wanted to press her nose into his skin and inhale hungrily—he always smelled as if he'd just taken a walk across a sunny meadow. She wanted to rub her palm against his jaw to feel the beginning of stubbles. She wanted to slide her hands underneath his shirt and learn every single shape and texture, with the fierce dedication she'd once put into mastering the Grandes Études.

She wanted to run her hands over him as he whispered the impassioned corollaries of non-Euclidean geometry.

The eighteen years he has lived seem but a moment, a breathing space in the long march of humanity. Already he hears death calling. With all his heart he wants to come close to some other human, touch someone with his hands, be touched by the hand of another. If he prefers that the other be a woman, that is because he believes that a woman will be gentle, that she will understand. He wants, most of all, understanding.

Ansía con todo su corazón acercarse a algún otro ser humano, tocar a alguien con las manos, que alguien le toque. Si prefiere que ese otro sea una mujer, es porque piensa que una mujer será amable y le comprenderá. Busca, ante todo, comprensión

The eighteen years he has lived seem but a moment, a breathing space in the long march of humanity. Already he hears death calling. With all his heart he wants to come close to some other human, touch someone with his hands, be touched by the hand of another.

Ich bedauere dreißig Jahre der Kontaktarmut und glaube fast, dass man sich öfter berühren sollte, es gäbe weniger Elend.

In dem kleinen sozialistischen Land hatte man gemeinhin Probleme mit den Gefühlen und dem Berühren, mit Zärtlichkeit und Anteilnahme, das lag nicht an dessen geographischer Position im Norden Europas, sondern vielmehr an seiner Geschichte, in der für überbordendes Mitgefühl noch nie Preise verliehen wurden.

How can one help shivering with delight when one's hot fingers close around the stem of a live flower, cool from the shade and stiff with newborn vigor!

Nijedan dan, nijedan sat, nijedan minut nije prošao a da ga nije razdirala želja da je vidi, da joj pri?a, da je dodiruje. Žudeo je da se nasla?uje gledaju?i je, da napoji svoja se?anja, tako da posle, kad više ne bude s njom, može u mislima da je dodirne i oseti. (...) Ali ljubav uvek ra?a patnju. (...) Može li to potrajati? Ne smemo gubiti ni trenutka, pomislio je.

When small drops began to fall and darken the world in penny-shaped circles, no one around him scurried for cover. For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.

Hands have their own language.

For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched. The

Hold on tight," he says, pulling my hands around his waist. The simple feel of his strong hands resting on top of mine is intensely intimate. I wonder if he's feeling these emotions, too, but dismiss the thought. Alex Fuentes is a hard guy. Experienced. The mere touch of hands isn't going to make his stomach flutter. He deliberately brushes the tips of his fingers over mine before reaching for the handlebars. Oh. My. God. What am I getting myself into?

Quietly, almost a breath, an angel touched you by the hand - your heart, he made it shine in the times of hope.

Go, Soul, the body's quest,Upon a thankless arrant:Fear not to touch the best,The truth shall be thy warrant:Go, since I needs must die,And give the world the lie.

This overt touch of vanity made me pity him for a moment.

Sometimes my hands they don't feel like my own; I need someone to love, I need someone to hold.

I love the walk although my security team weren't too sure to begin with but I was anxious to be able to lead a near normal life. Whilst walking I do get the chance to meet people and keep in touch.