Quotes About Touch

But with exquisite breathing you smile, with satisfaction of love, And I touch you again as you tick in the silence and settle in sleep.

But I have wealth he cannot touch, Spoiler of kings! For I have tasted agony And worn joy's wings.

Everything in his life had come down to the sensation of her fingers against his. The person he was, the history he carried within himself, every joy and grief he had ever experienced, slipped way like an irrelevant garment. He was nothing but skin, speaking to another skin, and between the skins there was no need to find any words.

When a basket is woven, each strand of grass, or reed, or wool, or root, must pass repeatedly through human hands, and this, the principle of human touch, is what remains long after the artifact has lost utility or form, something, I think, about life being lived in its physical moment, something, it must be, about grace.

The stroke of each caress, to the abyss Whether dark or transparent We shall not know No stroke is a caress; not even in its gentlest gesture Your skin touches mine Music touches us, with its innermost membranes . . .

Hasta donde se toca ambición se tiene tacto leal de hombre; cuando ya no se la toca, la criatura se vuelve nada menos que el santo y produce no sé que vértigo.

He kissed me, though not in a sexy way. Gentle. Tender.

No one, not even the rain has such soft hands.

and then she put her hand between his legs, wrapping her fingers around the cylindrical chamber of blood sponges that was his (and every) penis.

This novel has humor, romance, a touch of suspense, but most of all love—love of books and bookish people and, really, all of humanity in its imperfect glory." —EOWYN IVEY, author of The Snow Child

Praxiteles and Phidias… were unable to… reach and handle all portions of the material. It is not so, however, with nature. Every part of a bone she makes bone, every part of the flesh she makes flesh, and so with fat and all the rest; there is no part she has not touched, elaborated, and embellished.

In the half darkness we look at each otherand smileand touch arms across his little, startlingly muscled body—this one whom habit of memory propels to the ground of his making,sleeper only the mortal sounds can awake,this blessing love gives again into our arms.

Hands are the windows to a man's soul.

a record has the human touch embedded in the grooves, the stamp of someone who once believed in it.

Has this year made me a better lover? Will I understand something of hardship, of loss, will a lover sense this in my kiss or touch? What do I know of redemption or sacrifice, what will I have to say of the dead - that it was it worth it, that any of it made sense? I have no words to speak of war.

I almost touch her on the arm as she touched me on the arm, to console her. But I fear that my touch won't tingle her arm as hers tingled mine, and how unbearably sad that would be.

Peter," she whispered and reached out, touching his cheek. "My little Peterbird? You flew back to me.

through prayer we can reach into the future and with loving hands touch those beyond our reach.

many people in our society, including children and youth, are touch-starved. Healthy touch is not well understood. We actually have schools where tiny toddlers whose impulse is to run up and hug a classmate or teacher are told not to touch; in return, the teachers and other caregivers are not allowed to touch the children. But it's simply unhealthy for a three-or four-year-old child to go eight hours without touching or hugging or playfully wrestling with another person.

Touch is as essential for healthy physical and emotional development as calories and vitamins. If infants aren't held or rocked—if they don't experience the loving warmth of a caregiver's touch—they won't grow. In fact, they can die.

The lesson for me was that a key aspect of What happened to you? is What didn't happen for you? What attention, nurturing touch, reassurance—basically, what love—didn't you get? I realized that neglect is as toxic as trauma. —Dr. Perry

One of the things we don't appreciate in Western cultures is how powerful and important touch is to our physical and emotional growth.

What didn't happen for you? What attention, nurturing touch, reassurance—basically, what love—didn't you get? I realized that neglect is as toxic as trauma.

There are too many King Midases loose in the world. They do not have the Midas touch: they have the Midas look. They see nothing but money.... The universe, to them, is a balance-sheet: their minds are adding-machines: their hearts beat in tune with the ticker.