Quotes About Touch

...he had a way of taking your hand which made it clear he'd have to be the one to let go."From Alice Hoffman's "Local Girls", pg.102.

Blake took her face in his hands. "You let me touch you. Kiss you. Your skin? It feels like piano keys. My hands know just where to go.

His hands may have been the one to heal you, but it will be mine that awaken you.

A soft touch, a light scrub, a hard squeeze, a tight hug, a long stare, a beautiful conversation are just a few among many trivial influential love actions that develop peoples emotions.

des nuages blancs, humides, qui prenaient des formes fantomatiques si lourdes, si froides, si menaçantes qu'il ne fallait pas un grand effort d'imagination pour penser que les esprits des marins morts en mer venaient toucher leurs frères en vie et plus d'un marin trembla en sentant l'envelopper des mains humides que semblait former le brouillard marin.

Darkness has touched you, much as light has embraced your sister

Music should make the spirit soar, take the breath away, touch the soul. Your work was just…pleasant tones, adequately performed.

When we come / when we come again / to celebrate renewal / at the heart / at the heart of us / our eyes will touch Life." This renewal of the earth is at the heart of our humanity, and in such renewal "our eyes touch Life." In this mixed metaphor, vision and touch are united. Eyes do not just see, they also, in some profound sense, must touch Life. And note that this is Life, not life. There is something about this Life that transcends life itself.

I take his hand in mine, running my fingers over the palm. His hands are lovely and lean, and I can't help thinking about those hands on my body. The sexiest part of a man is his hands.

Magical creatures are not to be handled. We have our defenses, each peculiar to the species or, in some cases, to the individual creature. Touch us at your peril. He glanced at her. You weren't thinking of trying, were you?

Where do you think they've gone?' he said. 'Where what?' said Lady Ramkin, temporarily halted. 'The dragons. You know. Errol and his wi - female.' 'Oh, somewhere isolated and rocky, I should imagine,' said Lady Ramkin. 'Favourite country for dragons.' 'But it - she's a magical animal,' said Vimes. 'What'll happen when the magic goes away?' Lady Ramkin gave him a shy smile. 'Most people seem to manage,' she said. She reached across the table and touched his hand.

Does he think it's so easy? One smile, one touch and all is forgiven -Dr Maura Isles

I love hands-on science and teaching the kids. I love to see kids experiment with things that they can make happen. Not just something you read the directions to and put it together that way. Things that can be constructed, something they can touch. What a great day when you can touch a child's mind with these ideas.

My mother is not a naturally happy person and is very complex. She won't allow any of us to touch her. Not even my father hugs her. And, as a family, we never kiss each other. Yet we do have a close relationship.

He touches my face. There is something different in his touch. It feels like he's saying good-bye, and I know a moment of panic. But my dream sky darkens and sleep's moon fills the horizon. "Don't leave me." I thrash in the sheets. "I'm not, Mac." I know I am dreaming then, because dreams are home to the absurd and what he says next is beyond absurd. "You're leaving me, Rainbow Girl.

It's hard to talk to you when I'm touching you.

A stolen touch can never compete with a voluntary touch of hunger, passion, desire. The aria of choice is joyous, the cacophony of force brutal, ugly, and cold.

offered him my prayer, my challenge, the one that had gone eternally unanswered: Are you there? Are you as painfully alive and aware as me? Can you feel how much I'm giving you when I touch you like this? Are you worth me?

She studied the fabulous frame with its odd symbols, stroking the cool gold of it, trailing her hand down over the silvery glass. Inside the mirror, Cian raised his hand, too, and traced the path of her passage, making it appear as though their fingertips met. She felt only cold glass.

Certain relics seemed to carry lingering traces of energy, the residue of the passionate lives of those who'd touched them.

I was about to look away when he reached across the seat, touched my jaw with his long, strong, beautiful fingers, and caressed my face. Being touched by Jericho Barrons with kindness makes you feel like you must be the most special person in the world. It's like walking up to the biggest, most savage lion in the jungle, lying down, placing your head it its mouth and, rather than taking your life, it licks you and purrs.

He rested his hand on Zadie's leg. She looked down at it. Did he mean to put it there? Maybe he just needed a place to rest his hand. He'd been playing guitar all night. Perhaps his wrist was tired.

Each body, Beverly believes, has a secret language candled inside it, something inexpressible bright that can be transmitted truly only via touch.

Chris's tongue traced a path of fire down Tia's neck. His hands sought her breasts, kneading the soft flesh.