Quotes About Touch

There is a saying in the Islands. Beware the women of the warrior class, for all they touch is both decorative and deadly.-Yuki

Typing on a screen isn't the same as talking face-to-face," Gramma Bea said, prying Fana's worries wide open. "Life is something you touch. Typing is easy. Touching is hard." Gramma

She had set her hand on Leopardo's bowed head and allowed herself a moment with the mass of apricot hair that felt like crisp wild grass to her.

When he had danced from her sight, Electra Chenti raised her own hand, which had struck him, and stretched it. Presently, she put it up to her lips, laid her mouth against it, held it to her.

touching God might be like touching a thick shaft of lightning, but one filled with pleasure. It might very well kill you, she said, but at least you'd die with a smile on your face.

sometimes when he touches me . i feel as though all my sins have been forgiven.

Then he did a strange thing. He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed my palm." "I died. That was like the sweetest thing.

I've always thought of beauty therapy, 'alternative' treatments and the like as the female equivalent of brothels - for essentially self-deceiving people who feel a bit hollow and have to pay to be touched.

She touched the words with the tip of her finger and smudged the pencil and then saw how the smudge stayed on her finger. Words from his hand transferred to her skin.

Solitude and boredom. It's what happens to something that's felt itself gathered together too long, too...exclusively. The vacuum that occurs at its frontiers--a kind of numbness which is generated on its torpid surface as if it had lost the sense of touch--lost contact.

y las manos de Rema que daban deseos de llorar y sentirlas eternamente contra su cabeza, en una caricia casi de muerte y de vainillas con crema, las dos mejores cosas de la vida.

con mi mano en tu cara, y que por un azar que no busco comprender coincide exactamente con tu boca que sonríe por debajo de la que mi mano te dibuja.

y la mano se abría otra vez para posarse en su mejilla, acariciarla y acariciarla, quemándola sin prisa.

Cuando de mañana se lavan la cara, les acaricio las mejillas, les lamo la nariz y me voy, vagamente seguro de haber hecho bien.

El pan está fuera de mí, pero lo toco con los dedos, lo siento, siento que eso es el mundo, pero si yo puedo tocarlo y sentirlo, entonces, no se puede decir realmente que sea otra cosa, o ¿tú crees que se puede decir?

Como magullados, sensibles al tacto; en un momento nos dimos la mano y fue terrible.

labios que se abrían para que él le tocara las encías, entrara y recorriera cada repliegue tibio donde se olía un poco el coñac y el tabaco.

Los ojos son las unicas manos que nos van quedanso a unos cuantos, bonita

Pone una mano sobre la mano de Michèle. Michèle pone su otra mano sobre la de Pierre. Pierre pone su otra mano sobre la de Michèle. Michèle saca la mano de abajo y la pone encima. Pierre saca la mano de abajo y la pone encima. Michèle saca la mano de abajo y apoya la palma contra la nariz de Pierre.

Los amantes rendidos se miran y se tocan una vez más antes de oler el día.

Los ojos son las únicas manos que nos van quedando a unos cuantos, bonita

y Rema que tocaba un caracol con la punta del dedo, tan delicadamente que también su dedo tenía algo de caracol.

That night you lay in bed, awake, and listened to the ambulances tear down our street. The heat of your face could have kept my room warm for days. I didn't know how you stood the heat of yourself, of your breasts, of your face. I almost couldn't touch you. Out of nowhere you said, I love you. For whatever it's worth.

She picks off my glasses and kisses the parts of my face that almost never get touched, the skin under the glass and frame