Quotes About Touch

Why else do we write and write except to move our readers?

I do like cats. They are so unconsciously amusing. There is such a comic dignity about them, such a How dare you! Go away, don't touch me sort of air.

Letter from Mr. B: Why does a back scratch feel better coming from somebody else than if you do it yourself?

It occurs to me that this boy has not faltered once in the time that I've known him. Not on any level. I reach my hand up, touch his chest, feel the muscles in his shoulder, and then run my palm down his arm, over the bracelets he always has on

Some people describe certain physical connections as being like electricity. Sparks flying. When Chris and I touch, it's different. I think of the feel of water. The way it is when you wade into the ocean and a small wave cascades against you, swirling sand over you and awakening every pore. Slow motion , I think decidedly. He can make things happen in slow motion.

Every hue throughout your work is altered by every touch you add in other places.

You can browse to your heart's content but it's hard work and not easy on the feet unless you do it through catalogs or the Internet, and I like to touch and try on the things I buy.

To be the agent whose touch changes nature from a wild force to a work of art is inspiration of the highest order.

You know it doesn't work that way, T. I have to be touching the body or something that belonged to the victim. Photos only give me a paper cut…and the willies. (Simone)

So I studied a lot with the balloon, and in learning how to sing with other musicians and keep in time - that's all by touch. A lot of that I feel in my body, and growing up with hearing I have pretty good muscle memory, and I was born with near perfect pitch.

I had entered a world that no one with an evolved sense of joie de vivre would touch with a barge pole - it's called "Joining the Property Market" and it trumps war for stress!

Kindness is more than deeds. It is an attitude, an expression, a look, a touch. It is anything that lifts another person.

How do you know if something is real? That's easy. Does it change you? Does it form you? Does it give you wings? Does it give you roots? Does it make you look back at a month ago? And say, I am a whole different person right now. If yes, then it's real. The evidence of truth and reality lies in how much something can touch you, can change you, even if it's from very far away. Distance is the only evidence of what can be surpassed.

Carefully, the girl skimmed her fingers across her mother's knee. It was smooth; the skin had closed across the tiny wounds like the surface of the river after you toss stones into the waves. Only you knew they were there. Unless you told.

While We are out of Touch or How to Survive and Prosper during the Next Thirty Minutes by Your Friend, the Mysterious Stranger

Be cool, dear student. The heart of manipulation is to empathize without being touched.

The heart of manipulation is to empathize without being touched.

We are not people who touch each other carelessly; every point of contact between us feels important, a rush of energy and relief.

He slides his hand over my cheek, one finger anchored behind my ear. Then he tilts his head down and kisses me, sending a warm ache through my body. I wrap my hands around his arm, holding him there as long as I can. When he touches me, the hollowed-out feeling in my chest and stomach is not as noticeable.

The magic wand that can spread fairy dust on everything you hear, touch, and see is called attention.

Pero otro día toco tu mano. Mano tibia... Tu delicada mano silente. A veces cierro mis ojos y toco leve tu mano, leve toque que comprueba su forma, que tienta su estructura, sintiendo bajo la piel alada el duro hueso insobornable, el triste hueso adonde no llega nunca el amor. Oh carne dulce, que sí empapa del amor hermoso.

I rolled in the ash of the fire just to be touched and dirtied by something.

If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say, 'This poet lies; Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.'

What do you do if you're in the car and your girlfriend touches your crotch then asks you to remind her to get kitchen scissors?