Quotes About Touch

auch Hände haben ein Gedächtnis.

The train braked. Five-minute stop. The man got off. All very ordinary, of course. But still. Flore came back, passed by me. She touched my arm, returned to her seat. I could have ripped my arm off. You don't need two arms. One good arm, fine, and the other one, the one she'd just touched, in formaldehyde. On the mantelpiece. In my big apartment. When she leaves me.

He reaches over and touches my necklace. "You still have it. That gives me faith." "Faith in what?" "God, I suppose. No, I don't know. Survival.

she knew from experience that touch and weird is preferable to pathetic and vulnerable

As i thought about all that surgar running through her veins, i imagined it as a kind of liquid candy. But when i asked her if it tasted sweet, she laughed quietly and said no. It stung, she said. But she needed it. She had to have it. All i could imagine was that candied water burning inside my mother. Like an invisible fire that i could not see or taste or touch or stop.

With her right index finger she slowly spells words on Grace's skin. Don't let me go crazy. The moon is pale and vast. The stars so sharp they almost hurt.

Flight is not the astonishing thing. I have always thought that the miracle of birds is not that they fly, but that they touch down.

If her fingers touched the photograph it was hers. If it was out of her reach then it belonged to the room.

Most people think of the mind as located in the head, but the latest findings in physiology suggest that the mind doesn't really dwell in the brain but travels the whole body on caravans of hormones and enzymes, busily making sense of the compound wonders we catalogue as touch, taste, smell, hearing, and vision.

And you want to travel with herAnd you want to travel blindAnd you know that she will trust youFor you've touched her perfect body with your mind.

Well they lay down beside me I made my confession to them. They touched both my eyes And I touched the dew on their hem. When your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn, they will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem.

Si strinsero le mani, si baciarono quando la luce fu abbastanza fioca, filtrando dorata attraverso i cespugli spinosi. Poi tornarono lentamente a casa, senza tenersi per mano, ma urtandosi a vicenda.

I wondered how it would feel to be touched and not be afraid.

God," she said, "by the time we're old enough to have sex, we're already too ashamed to be touched. Ain't that a crime?

But neither money nor machines can create. They shuttle tokens of energy, but they do not transform. A civilization based on them puts people out of touch with their creative powers.

I never like being touched, ever. People used to say I held my breath when they were hugging me. I still do.

As usual sparring goes: men represent strikes, touch each other, but do not tend to cause real damage to the partner.

A quarterback is always going to be the most valuable player on a football field because he touches the ball every single offensive play.

So good, she said, kissing his shoulder. It's so good to be able to touch you like this. I like it that you like touching me. He captured her face in his hands and raised his head to meet her eyes. But the thought of you touching anyone else like this would drive me crazy. The only man I want to touch right now is you. That's not quite what I want to hear but we can talk about it some other time. I don't understand- Doesn't matter. Not now.

Impetuously, with the uninhibited reactions of a child, she reached out to touch his face, to see if the scar felt different.

We will not go to Heaven, Goetz, and even if we both entered it, we would not have eyes to see each other, not hands to touch each other. Up there God gets all the attention...

J'existe. C'est doux, si doux, si lent. Et léger: on dirait que ça tient en l'air tout seul. Ça remue. Ce sont des effleurements partout qui fondent et s'évanouissent. Tout doux, tout doux.

Just you touch me once. You'll soon see if I'm a damn coward like you are.

He wrote on a piece of paper with his pencil. Psychosis: out of touch with reality. Since then, I have been trying to find out what reality is, so that I can touch it.