Quotes About Touch

It was just that…well, she had trouble explaining it, even to herself. Ham's innocent gesture made her want to squirm. It seemed to her that people shouldn't be so casual with the way that they touched others.

In order to change, people need to become aware of their sensations and the way that their bodies interact with the world around them. Physical self-awareness is the first step in releasing the tyranny of the past." Van der Kolk goes on to explain that, "The mind needs to be reeducated to feel physical sensations, and the body needs to be helped to tolerate and enjoy the comforts of touch.

The question is not can we heal? The question, the only question, is will we let the healing power of the risen Jesus flow through us to reach and touch others, so that they may dream and fight and bear and run where the brave dare not go?

There's only one healer in the New Israel of God and that is Jesus the Christ. The only question is will she allow the healing spirit of the risen Jesus to flow through her; will she reach out, and touch Him?

I felt on my back gentle pats like fragile wings just touching me, touching me: my grandchildren's hands.

I wish there was someone I could have written to after that, someone I could have written to explain how awful it was to have someone touch you, then look at you properly and change his mind.

There are spaces of sorrow only God can touch.

ÎÈ™i împreun? mâinile È™i îÈ™i atinse palmele una de alta. Nu erau moarte È™i era de-ajuns s? le deschid? È™i s? le închid? ca s? simt? durerea vieÈ›ii.

We love because he first loved us" (1 John 4:19). We find freedom as we are touched by that first love. For it is that love that will break us away from our alienation and separation. It is a love that can soothe our compulsions to hoard and pretend we can organize the future. It is a love that allows us to love others.

Sensing the touch of God's blessing hands and hearing the voice calling me the Beloved are one and the same.

It's beyond everything. Nothing at all that I know touches it. For sheer terror? I remember asking. He seemed to say it was not so simple as that; to be really at a loss how to qualify it. He passed his hand over his eyes, made a little wincing grimace. For dreadful — dreadfulness! Oh, how delicious! cried one of the women.

Seeing that a simple pressure of the hand Can make the symbol of my senses stand, What if I saw your body, where unite The lure of water and the gold of light.

At the opera, the music makes no sense; here in the street it has just the right demented touch to give it poignancy.

It could go on for years and years, And has, for centuries, For being human holds a special grief Of privacy within the universe That yearns and waits to be retouched By someone who can take away The memory of death.

Old hands soil, it seems, whatever they caress, but they too have their beauty when they are joined in prayer. Young hands were made for caresses and the sheathing of love. It is a pity to make them join too soon.

Touch seems to be such an important tool for enhancing social cooperation and affiliation that we have evolved a special physical route along which those subliminal feelings of social connection travel from skin to brain.

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.

They surrounded me, bare me. Their fingers like tentacles and their desires like knives. Their fingers traced my secrets and their desires carved my skin.

I enjoy the healing music and touch of love, touching my heart and soul when I give it away.

Your love is blissful, graceful, and divine. When it touches me, it burns me with joy to purify.

Love is the ultimate Wonder lamp, anything you touch with love become gold.

With my love I will touch you.With my love I will heal you.With my love I will surround you.With my love I will melt you.

Ask of your eyes to seeonly to seek love.Ask of your mouth to speakonly to utter words of love.Ask of your hands to feelif only to touch the lover.

I don't remember his face or the place we ate. I only remember how he grabbed my hand and his voice when he spoke of his dad.