Quotes About Touch

This is what I wanted. If I believe I will win then victory will believe in me. No life is complete without a touch of madness, or to use J.'s words. What I need to do is reconquer my kingdom. If I can understand what's going on in the world, I can understand what's going on inside myself.

When you begin to touch your heart or let your heart be touched, you begin to discover that it's bottomless, that it doesn't have any resolution, that this heart is huge, vast, and limitless. You begin to discover how much warmth and gentleness is there, as well as how much space.

One eye sees, the other feels.

I am a real person that cares about his art and cares about what he's doing - I have a heart and a soul and want to touch people and give.

Comics, at least in periodical form, exist almost entirely free of any pretense; the critical world of art hardly touches them, and they're 100% personal.

Sport is about achievements. Art is to be touch and touch others in a personal level.

Art is so subjective--it means something different to every person. The important thing for it to do is to touch on the senses and emotions.

We have lost the art of public tenderness, these small gestures of wiping and washing; we have forgotten how abjectly the body welcomes a formal touch.

Magic touches people in the way great art does. It lets them see the world with new eyes.

this empty act could no more be mistaken for a mother's touch than the wind that fills out some dress on a clothesline might be confused with an actual body.

Quinn came over to refill his glass. He looked towards the bedroom door. Where'd you find the little blonde? Used to bounce it on my knee. Which knew? he asked. Could I touch it?

She pulls away, pats me on the shoulder with three mini-pats, like those used to pet reptiles.

Many of the members of the class had never held ice.

Coffee could be smelled and tasted and touched. And it was a commodity, recession-proof. Next to gasoline, it might be one of the most recession-proof commodities of all.

En de hele tijd streelde ik alle muren van mijn hoofd, met tranen in mijn ogen van vreugde, melancholie zelfs. Ik was verzot op de oppervlakten, de vele kamers - de oude en de lege kamers.

Her hand moved higher, tracing his

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!

they have seem'd to be together, though absent; shook hands, as over a vast; and embrac'd as it were from the ends of opposed winds.

To vice you to't, that you have touch'd his queen Forbiddenly.

The great assay of art, but at his touch— Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand—

Anomie is the condition of our time. We are poisoned by images, an endless sinister fallout of metaphors, full of purpose but devoid of meaning. Like any addict our means of escape is our prison; the remedy is, in fact, a deadly numbing toxin. When the time comes to feel we have lost the neural pathway. Things touch us without our knowing.

there were doorknobs and doorbells where one touch had covered another beforehand. suitcases checked and standing side by side. one night, perhaps, the same dream grown hazy by morning. every beginning is only a sequel, after all, and the book of events is always open halfway through.

O sofrimento (capítulo três) não insulta o corpo. A morte chega com o sono. E vais sonhar que nem é preciso respirar, que o silêncio sem ar não é uma música má, pequeno como uma fagulha, a um toque te apagarás.

Life is short. Short, and not about anything except what you can touch and what touches you.