Quotes About Touch

If a breeze plays lightly on your cheek, it is your Meissner's corpuscles that let you know.*

When you put your hand on a hot plate, your Ruffini corpuscles cry out. Merkel cells respond to constant pressure, Pacinian corpuscles to vibration. Meissner's

The only really reliable way to transfer cold germs is physically by touch.

The answer is a complicated, dramatic one. I can tell you at once that nothing you touch today will have more bloodshed, suffering, and woe attached to it than the innocuous twin pillars of your salt and pepper set.

We learn to make a shell for ourselves when we are young and then spend the rest of our lives hoping for someone to reach inside and touch us. Just touch us—anything more than that would be too much for us to bear.

And I should mention the light which falls through the big windows this time of day italicizing everything it touches...

I thanked everyone whose job it ever was to lay hands on the skin of strangers, and I gave general thanks that I was lying facedown in a warm puddle of soap and not a warm puddle of blood in some corner of this incomprehensible city.

the more innocent it appears to innocent souls, the more they are likely to be touched by it. Its violence pleases our self-love, which immediately forms a desire to produce the same effects which are seen so well represented

Here, when I say I never want to be without you, somewhere else I am saying I never want to be without you again. And when I touch you in each of the places we meet, in all of the lives we are, it's with hands that are dying and resurrected. When I don't touch you it's a mistake in any life, in each place and forever

If you go near her or touch her with your finger, a spark will light up the room and either kill you on the spot or electrify you for your whole life with a magnetically attractive, plaintive craving and sorrow.

Al pasar cogió un puñado de cerezas de un plato y Wolf se hizo a un lado para dejarla salir. Tocaban la noche con todo su cuerpo.

Elle ferma ses petits yeux noirs et replaça sa tête en position. Le chat laissa reposer avec précaution ses canines acérées sur le cou doux et gris. Les moustaches noires de la souris se mêlaient aux siennes. Il déroula sa queue touffue et la laissa traîner sur le trottoir. Il venait, en chantant, onze petites filles aveugles de l'orphelinat de Jules l'Apostolique.

D?? kap? üstüne ç?plak bir omza konan öpücük sesiyle kapand?.

But I haven't got his mind and I haven't got his memories. I don't mean that he's not here. He is here.' I touched my breast. 'But I think he's asleep. He's fine. You mustn't worry about him.

there were indeed some shades of pleasure that could be colored only by another hand

Some say romance novels are pure fantasy because of that happy ending, but the truth is that romantic love is everyday magic and happy endings happen every minute. Falling in love is one of the core elements of the human condition; it touches us all.

His hand reached up to his chest and rubbed at the area over his heart as if it hurt him.

He didn't say a word, and I was afraid to, my throat too dry to make speech comfortable. I felt a terrible yearning—the almost desperate need to touch him the way I'd once had a right to. It was hard to believe I'd had him in my bed. Had him inside me. How had I ever had the courage to take on such a man?

Little poppies, little hell flames, Do you do no harm? You flicker. I cannot touch you. I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns.

You flicker. I cannot touch you. I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns-

Buddy hugged his father,and promptly, with a dreadful brightness, came over to me and held out his had.I shook it. It felt fat and moist.

and bought oranges, apples, cheese, nuts and honey. Always feel happy shopping; gives me a sense of "things" somehow: taste color and touch, and a certain power and plentitude.

I would meet you upon this honestly. I that was near your heart was removed therefrom To lose beauty in terror, terror in inquisition. I have lost my passion: why should I need to keep it Since what is kept must be adulterated? I have lost my sight, smell, hearing, taste and touch: How should I use them for your closer contact?

And then you came back, you The angel of destruction-just as I felt sure. In a moment, at your touch, there is nothing but ruin.