Quotes About Touch

Not much touches us, but we long to be touched. We lie awake at night willing the darkness to part and show us a vision.

You have a dress with a décolletage to emphasise your breasts. I suppose the cleavage is the proper focus but what I wanted to do was to fasten my index finger and thumb at the bolts of your collar bone, push out, spreading the web of my hand until it caught against your throat. You asked me if I wanted to strangle you. No, I wanted to fit you, not just in the obvious ways but in so many indentations.

We're a lukewarm people for all our feast days and hard work. Not much touches us, but we long to be touched. We lie awake at night willing the darkness to part and show us a vision. Our children frighten us in their intimacy, but we make sure they grow up like us. Lukewarm like us. On a night like this, hands and faces hot, we can believe that tomorrow will show us angels in jars and that the well-known woods will suddenly reveal another path.

and putting on his white gloves so that the fingerprints would not show he tapped at my heart and I thought he said his name was Love.

the imprint of another life, and although you can never have that life, your fingers trace the space where it might have been, and your fingers learn a kind of braille.

There's no dark like it. It's soft to the touch and heavy in the hands. You can open your mouth and let it sink into you 'till it makes a close ball in your belly. You can juggle with it, dodge it, swim in it. You can open it like a door.

Objects should not touch because they are not alive. You use them, put them back in place, you live among them: they are useful, nothing more. But they touch me, it is unbearable. I am afraid of being in contact with them as though they were living beasts.

This is the girl, here, this girl with a ruined look who touches me and whom I love.

Considering a work program at this time is quite simply out of touch with the reality we confront.

We as actors doubt up until the last minute that we can be this person. So everything matters, the more work you do, you get in touch with who the character is.

Touch is incredibly important as part of the human experience. Our ancestors relied on human touch to form and strengthen bonds with each other. Touch can accelerate a feeling of connection and releases hormones in our body that engender trust and build connection.

De kou die lippen kunnen voelen veroorzaakt zoveel meer pijn dan wat blote handen kunnen verdragen.

Maybe you've had skin next to your skin, but when was the last time you let yourself be touched?

A glorious place, a glorious age, I tell you! A very Neon Renaissance—And the myths that actually touched you at that time—not Hercules, Orpheus, Ulysses and Aeneas—but Superman, Captain Marvel, Batman.

She was about to touch one of the large wooden wheels of the coach when a more sinister image flashed before her – a coach full of children being driven away from the mission, crying for their mothers. Odette turned her back on the carriage.

I think, if you touch me, your hand might fall off or something. Worse things have happened to people who have touched me.

Leaning forward, he dusted a kiss over her lips, his touch light and sensuous. Her eyes closed, wonder and delight shimmering through her like faerie dust- dreams wrapping her in their silken hold. "You love me, Grace." His mouth brushed against hers. "That's what you said last night. You meant it, did you not?" Her eyes opened, locking on his. "Yes, I meant it," she said in a hushed tone. "Of course, I love you.

I could not think of anything but his fingers on my neck, his thumb on my lips.

Moon, can Tamarin touch your face?

No, but it won't let you touch it," Zoe said. "They're fast. And just so you know, right now it is trying very, very hard to hypnotize you.

There was once a big atomic bomb That wanted to be a bullet. His friends all asked why, when he was such a big atomic bomb, he would want to be a tiny bullet. "I miss", he sighed, "the personal touch.

I always found myself in the company of Australians, who were like a reminder that I'd touched bottom.

She asks him to touch her, to feel her with his hands, because bodies always understand each other, even when souls do not.

Every atom of her body was touching the air, and the air was generous; it brought with it, from afar, secrets and perfumes to clothe her from head to toe.