Quotes About Touch

I think my vision's blurred, he murmurred. SHe responded with a hesitant laugh. If that's all that happened, you're a heck of a better kisser than I am. I can't stand up. I'm afraid to touch you. We might go up in flames. She sighed. They story of my life...

She could communicate love with just one caress of her fingers. This touch was natural to her and had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with love.

Her body clenched with hot desire, and without thinking she bathed Jacques' mind in her heat. She saw his body hunch, as if someone had physically punched him. Guilt stirred for a moment, but then he was stroking her throat, his mental touch every bit as exciting in her state of arousal as his physical one. Gregori straightened up slowly and inhaled sharply, turned to glare at Jacques.

I don't want you in my life so I can use your body. I'm good at seduction, Lexi. I can go to a bar and pick up a woman and use her if that's what I wanted. I want love. When you touch me, I feel love in your hands. When you kiss me, I taste love. I'm not in a rush. I'm enjoying all the firsts you've given me.

The first touch of her hands nearly had him coming off the bed in alarm. Her eyes were closed, but her hands lay against his skin lightly, palms down. Every muscle in his body tightened. Every cell responded to her touch. The feel of her skin against his skin took his breath away. He'd felt a woman's hand on his body many times, strokes and caresses meant to inflame him, to arouse him, yet not a single one had ever affected him the way her touch did.

I'm sorry; it bothers me to touch people after I follow a demented mind. Please understand." Margaret nodded. "Of course, although I noticed your young man thought nothing of touching you." Raven smiled, shrugging as casually as possible, eyeing the sky for the lightning that might strike her for lying so much.

When the sun touched the earth, it spread out along the horizon like a giant yolk oozing free of its skin.

his or her hand

Do you know what friendship is?' he asked. 'Yes,' replied the gypsy; 'it is to be brother and sister; two souls which touch without mingling, two fingers on one hand.' 'And love?' pursued Gringoire. 'Oh! love!' said she, and her voice trembled, and her eye beamed. 'That is to be two and to be but one. A man and a woman mingled into one angel. It is heaven.

And there's a woman dressed in white, who's nice to hear, and soft to touch, and she whispers, 'Colette, I love you very much' I have a place where no one is ost, and where no one cries, because crying is not aloud, on my Castle In the Clouds

J'étais dans la mort; tu m'as remise dans la vie. Toi là, c'est le ciel à côté de moi. Donne-moi ta main, que je touche Dieu!

In becoming dirt, she has been turned to stone. To touch her is to feel a chill.

I did not think that it was so monstrous. It is wrong to become absorbed in the divine law to such a degree as not to perceive human law. Death belongs to God alone. By what right do men touch that unknown thing?

The steady snip snip snip of the scissors seemed to hypnotize Ruby, that and the comforting familiarity of her mother's touch.

He touched her face with a gentleness that made her want to cry; it felt like a good-bye, that touch, and she knew good-bye.

Elena gasped back, "I can touch the ground!" "I can see you touching it!", Bonnie exclaimed with tears of joy.

He let her get almost all the way there, just staring, before he stumbled towards her. They ended in a rush and then fell to the ground together,arms locked around each other, each holding on as tightly as possible. Niether of them said a word.

Then she went to Damon. He was still lying where he had fallen. The ghosts had passed over him, taking no notice of him. Elena's brightness hovered over him, one shining hand reaching to touch his hair. Then she bent and kissed the dark head on the ground.

If it had been touch, it might have been pressure-not an uncomfortable pressure, but one that swept away all the pain of her headache. Like a river rushing through her mind, clearing out everything stagnant and clotted and decayed.

Satire should, like a polished razor keen,Wound with a touch that's scarcely felt or seen.

It didn't escape Karou's notice that he found subtle ways of touching her.

Akiva felt the tilt of the world trying to tip him forward: to be nearer to her--nearer and touching--as though that were the only state of rest, and every other action and movement were geared to achieving it.

I can touch you," she marveled, and she couldn't--or at least didn't--resist the urge to further prove it by sliding her palm over the hot-smooth terrain of his chest until she felt as if she were holding his heartbeat in her hand. "As much as you want," he said, and there was a trembling in him, but it wasn't from pain.

He reached for her hand and caught it—lightly—and held it. It was small, smooth, and very real. Up in the citadel, Sarai gasped. She felt the warmth of his skin on hers. A blaze of connection—or collision , as though they had long been wandering in the same labyrinth and had finally rounded the corner that would bring them face-to-face. It was a feeling of being lost and alone and then suddenly neither.