touch

Link	Quote	Tags	Author
f8fe7b5	So she thoroughly taught him that one cannot take pleasure without giving pleasure, and that every gesture, every caress, every touch, every glance, every last bit of the body has its secret, which brings happiness to the person who knows how to wake it. She taught him that after a celebration of love the lovers should not part without admiring each other, without being conquered or having conquered, so that neither is bleak or glutted or has the bad feeling of being used or misused.	making-love pleasure respect sensuality sex touch	Hermann Hesse
6721215	See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!	glove hand-in-glove longing love touch	William Shakespeare
eea716e	"Never touch your idols: the gilding will stick to your fingers." "	disillusionment gilding idols touch	Gustave Flaubert
7ed3c7e	We are not people who touch each other carelessly; every point of contact between us feels important, a rush of energy and relief.	four love touch tris	Veronica Roth
546b6ff	Touch. It is touch that is the deadliest enemy of chastity, loyalty, monogamy, gentility with its codes and conventions and restraints. By touch we are betrayed and betray others ... an accidental brushing of shoulders or touching of hands ... hands laid on shoulders in a gesture of comfort that lies like a thief, that takes, not gives, that wants, not offers, that awakes, not pacifies. When one flesh is waiting, there is electricity in the merest contact.	infidelity longing touch	Wallace Stegner
8c9d9fc	Who taught you to write in blood on my back? Who taught you to use your hands as branding irons? You have scored your name into my shoulders, referenced me with your mark. The pads of your fingers have become printing blocks, you tap a message on to my skin, tap meaning into my body.	touch	Jeanette Winterson
b8baf36	Afterward she lies nestled against me, her hair tickling my face. I stroke her lightly, memorizing her body. I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin.	love touch	Sara Gruen
5c0fb1c	And then there's the sickness I feel from looking at legs I can't touch, or at lips that don't smile at me. Or hips that don't reach for me. And hearts that don't beat for me.	hearts hips legs lips reach sickness smile touch	Markus Zusak
2764a63	In her eyes and in her touch I felt the echoes of my words.	love nicholas-sparks the-longest-ride touch	Nicholas Sparks
8274566	Never in his life had Edward been cradled like a baby. Abilene had not done it. Nor had Nellie. And most certainly, Bull had not. It was a singular sensation to be held so gently and yet so fiercely, to be stared down at with so much love. Edward felt the whole of his china body flood with warmth. (page 128)	love touch	Kate DiCamillo
da22d28	As soon as I turned the key I saw it hanging, the color of fire and sunset. the colour of flamboyant flowers. 'If you are buried under a flamboyant tree, ' I said, 'your soul is lifted up when it flowers. Everyone wants that.' She shook her head but she did not move or touch me.	flowers red touch	Jean Rhys
6ef71ce	"Is this necessary?" I said, gesturing to the paint and clothing. "Of course," he said coolly. "How else would I know if anyone touches you?" He approached, and I braced myself as he ran a finger along my shoulder, smearing the paint. As soon as his finger left my skin, the paint fixed itself, returning the design to its original form. "The dress itself won't mar it, and neither will your movements," he said, his face close to mine. His teeth were far too near to my throat. "And I'll remember precisely where my hands have been. But if anyone else touches you--let's say a certain High Lord who enjoys springtime--I'll know." He flicked my nose. "And, Feyre," he added, his voice a caressing murmur, "I don't like my belongings tampered with."	faerie feyre high-fae high-lord paint rhysand touch	Sarah J. Maas
e0a190d	The pages and the words are my world, spread out before your eyes and for your hand to touch. Vaguely, I can see you face looking down into me, as I look back. Do you see my eyes?	pages touch words	Markus Zusak
86a0901	You cannot explain, with the limitations of language and inexperience, why your body can cause such a sudden, fumbling response in someone else, nor can you put into exact words what you feel about your body, explain the thrum it feels in proximity to another warm-skinned form. What you feel is a tangle of contradictions: power, pleasure, fear, shame, exultation, some strange wish to make noise. You cannot say how those things knit themselves together somewhere in the lower abdomen and pulse.	marya-hornbacher sexuality touch wasted	Marya Hornbacher
6167e05	Music shouldn't be just a tune, it should be a touch.	advertisement album alliterations amit-kalantri amit-kalantri-quotes amit-kalantri-writer artist background-music background-score band book-writing catch-lines catchphrases characters concert creative-writing drums essay guitar inspirational instruments knowledge melody michael-jackson motivational movie movie-dialogue movies music music-director music-industry music-quotes musicians novel-writing philosophy playing pop proverbs public-speaking quotes rhetoric rock script script-writing scriptwriting singer singing song soul sound speech speechwriting story tag-lines touch tune vocal wisdom writing	Amit Kalantri
2764ff6	My fingers draw up her back and tangle into her hair. she repeats. Our lips crush together, our bodies pressed tight. An inferno of lips and hands and movements that continues to grow in heat. The blanket falls away as Rachel slides her legs so that she straddles me. On the verge of burning up completely, I groan and cling to her small frame. Her hands drift under my shirt, leaving a singeing trail. We've become a wildfire. Almost unstoppable. I kiss her neck and the beautiful sounds escaping her mouth encourage me further. My hands skim under her shirt, up her back, linger for seconds near her bra, and I gently nip her ear when I feel lace. Images pour into my mind of what she'd look like with her shirt off, then her jeans. My fist traps strands of her hair. And because I do, I kiss her fully on the mouth--nothing left to the imagination. Every fantasy becomes a reality with that one embrace.	intimate isaiah kiss never rachel-young separate touch undress want	Katie McGarry
469c792	Sometimes, when he was not near me, I thought, I will never let him 'Touch' me again. Then, when he 'Touched' me, I thought, it doesn't matter, it is only the body, it will soon be over. When it was over, I lay in the dark and listened to his breathing and dreamed of the 'Touch' of hands, of Giovanni's hands, or anybody's hands, hands which would have the power to crush me and make me whole again.	crush feelings homosexual love sex touch	James Baldwin
711d4e6	I lick my lips as his teeth nibble on my earlobe. Between my muscles melting under his touch, my blood tingling with the teasing of my ear and the way my foot rubs against his calf, my thoughts become hazy. My shirt rides up and Isaiah rubs his thumb in small circles on the bare skin of my stomach. The sensation causes me to arch my back and Isaiah groans as I kiss his neck. I like these feelings. Actually, I more than like them. They're addicting, and I love how every little thing I do causes Isaiah to kiss and touch me more. He rolls and I move with him. Our tangled legs become unraveled as my thighs fall open, accepting his weight. Isaiah's body over mine is heavier than I would have imagined, but it's a weight I craved without knowing it. Isaiah kisses up my neck and when his lips meet mine again, he rocks his hips. Suddenly very aware parts of him are touching very aware parts of me, and my head falls to the side as a new sensation spikes through my body.	isaiah rachel-young touch	Katie McGarry
e57209c	I put my hands into the pockets of all his jackets	pockets things-that-i-do touch	Jonathan Safran Foer
f1afd0e	[Patricia Highsmith] was overwhelmed by sensory stimulation - there were too many people and too much noise and she just could not handle the supermarket. She continually jumped, afraid that someone might recognise or touch her. She could not make the simplest of decisions - which type of bread did she want, or what kind of salami? I tried to do the shopping as quickly as possible, but at the check-out she started to panic. She took out her wallet, knocked off her glasses, dropped the money on the floor, stuff was going all over the place.	asperger-s asperger-s-syndrome aspergers aspergers-syndrome autism check-out decision decisions fear glasses jump jumped money noise overwhelmed panic people quickly recognise sensory-stimulation shopping stuff supermarket touch wallet	Andrew Wilson
49b2583	"I lay my fantasy in the backseat of Isa's car and slide in next to her. She snuggles up, using me as her personal pillow, her blond curls sprawled over my crotch. I close my eyes for a second, trying to get the image out of my head. And I don't know what to do with my hands. My right one is on the door armrest. My left one hovers over Brittany. I hesitate. Who am I kidding? I'm not a virgin. I'm an eighteen-year-old guy who can deal with having a hot, passed-out girl next to me. Why am I afraid of putting my arm where it's comfortable, right over her midsection? I hold my breath as I settle my arm on her. She cuddles closer and I'm feeling weird and light-headed. Either it's the aftereffects from the joint or . . . I don't want to think about the "or." Her long hair is wrapped around my thigh. Without thinking, I weave my hands in her hair and watch as the silky strands slowly fall through the V's between my fingers."	asleep brittany-ellis cuddle hair intimate snuggle-pillow touch	Simone Elkeles
d31ec3f	I touch the double row of silver hoop earrings hanging from his left ear, trail along his jawline, his neck, down his shoulder, to the flaming tail of the dragon on his arm. He leans into the caress, and my own body feels on fire with the continued way his eyes gaze upon me. The first moment I saw him, the night people clamored over each other to step out of his way, I was frightened. The guy with earrings and tattoos and an energy radiating danger. Now--inside and out--all I see is beauty.	danger earrings isaiah rachel-young tattoos touch	Katie McGarry
062e96c	Touch is the most basic, the most nonconceptual form of communication that we have. In touch there are no language barriers; anything that can walk, fly, creep, crawl, or swim already speaks it.	touch	Ina May Gaskin
5070b43	Craving a physical connection, I slide my finger along the back of Rachel's hand. She's asleep. Has been for a while. Curled in the fetal position in the middle of my bed, Rachel wears the mask of a ravaged person. Somehow, I missed the signs: dark circles under her eyes, the clothes that once fit perfectly now hang, her skin so pale it's translucent.	isaiah rachel-young ravaged sick touch	Katie McGarry
aff24b1	Only take someone's hand in a certain way, even look into their eyes in a certain way, and the world is changed forever.	gazing holding-hands iris-murdoch irrevocable love romance romantic the-black-prince touch	Iris Murdoch
af819b4	The truth is not in the touch of a stone, but in what the stone tells you.	touch	Rene Denfeld
83364b7	"And what's a healer's touch like?" she asked, working quickly to push the needle through and tie off another knot, closing his wound with each stitch. "Light as a feather. Like this." He moved his hand from her arm to her breast. His fingertips brushed the bared skin above her bodice in teasing strokes. She held herself still, beguiled by the sensation. She'd never have guessed her body would react so to a man. She should be afraid, she knew, but her only fear was that he'd stop. His touch moved down, between the stiff boning of her bodice and the soft, thin chemise, circling her nipple slowly through the cloth of her undergarment. Oh, how he made her ache. He tormented that needy skin with his nearness. She fought the urge to squirm into his touch. When he finally flicked a nail over it, a jolt of wickedness shot from her breast to her womb."	physical-pleasure sensational touch	Connie Mason

f8fe7b5

So she thoroughly taught him that one cannot take pleasure without giving pleasure, and that every gesture, every caress, every touch, every glance, every last bit of the body has its secret, which brings happiness to the person who knows how to wake it. She taught him that after a celebration of love the lovers should not part without admiring each other, without being conquered or having conquered, so that neither is bleak or glutted or has the bad feeling of being used or misused.

making-love pleasure respect sensuality sex touch

Hermann Hesse

6721215

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

glove hand-in-glove longing love touch

William Shakespeare

eea716e

"Never touch your idols: the gilding will stick to your fingers." "

disillusionment gilding idols touch

Gustave Flaubert

7ed3c7e

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

four love touch tris

Veronica Roth

546b6ff

Touch. It is touch that is the deadliest enemy of chastity, loyalty, monogamy, gentility with its codes and conventions and restraints. By touch we are betrayed and betray others ... an accidental brushing of shoulders or touching of hands ... hands laid on shoulders in a gesture of comfort that lies like a thief, that takes, not gives, that wants, not offers, that awakes, not pacifies. When one flesh is waiting, there is electricity in the merest contact.

infidelity longing touch

Wallace Stegner

8c9d9fc

Who taught you to write in blood on my back? Who taught you to use your hands as branding irons? You have scored your name into my shoulders, referenced me with your mark. The pads of your fingers have become printing blocks, you tap a message on to my skin, tap meaning into my body.

touch

Jeanette Winterson

b8baf36

Afterward she lies nestled against me, her hair tickling my face. I stroke her lightly, memorizing her body. I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin.

love touch

Sara Gruen

5c0fb1c

And then there's the sickness I feel from looking at legs I can't touch, or at lips that don't smile at me. Or hips that don't reach for me. And hearts that don't beat for me.

hearts hips legs lips reach sickness smile touch

Markus Zusak

2764a63

In her eyes and in her touch I felt the echoes of my words.

love nicholas-sparks the-longest-ride touch

Nicholas Sparks

8274566

Never in his life had Edward been cradled like a baby. Abilene had not done it. Nor had Nellie. And most certainly, Bull had not. It was a singular sensation to be held so gently and yet so fiercely, to be stared down at with so much love. Edward felt the whole of his china body flood with warmth. (page 128)

love touch

Kate DiCamillo

da22d28

As soon as I turned the key I saw it hanging, the color of fire and sunset. the colour of flamboyant flowers. 'If you are buried under a flamboyant tree, ' I said, 'your soul is lifted up when it flowers. Everyone wants that.' She shook her head but she did not move or touch me.

flowers red touch

Jean Rhys

6ef71ce

"Is this necessary?" I said, gesturing to the paint and clothing. "Of course," he said coolly. "How else would I know if anyone touches you?" He approached, and I braced myself as he ran a finger along my shoulder, smearing the paint. As soon as his finger left my skin, the paint fixed itself, returning the design to its original form. "The dress itself won't mar it, and neither will your movements," he said, his face close to mine. His teeth were far too near to my throat. "And I'll remember precisely where my hands have been. But if anyone else touches you--let's say a certain High Lord who enjoys springtime--I'll know." He flicked my nose. "And, Feyre," he added, his voice a caressing murmur, "I don't like my belongings tampered with."

faerie feyre high-fae high-lord paint rhysand touch

Sarah J. Maas

e0a190d

The pages and the words are my world, spread out before your eyes and for your hand to touch. Vaguely, I can see you face looking down into me, as I look back. Do you see my eyes?

pages touch words

Markus Zusak

86a0901

You cannot explain, with the limitations of language and inexperience, why your body can cause such a sudden, fumbling response in someone else, nor can you put into exact words what you feel about your body, explain the thrum it feels in proximity to another warm-skinned form. What you feel is a tangle of contradictions: power, pleasure, fear, shame, exultation, some strange wish to make noise. You cannot say how those things knit themselves together somewhere in the lower abdomen and pulse.

marya-hornbacher sexuality touch wasted

Marya Hornbacher

6167e05

Music shouldn't be just a tune, it should be a touch.

advertisement album alliterations amit-kalantri amit-kalantri-quotes amit-kalantri-writer artist background-music background-score band book-writing catch-lines catchphrases characters concert creative-writing drums essay guitar inspirational instruments knowledge melody michael-jackson motivational movie movie-dialogue movies music music-director music-industry music-quotes musicians novel-writing philosophy playing pop proverbs public-speaking quotes rhetoric rock script script-writing scriptwriting singer singing song soul sound speech speechwriting story tag-lines touch tune vocal wisdom writing

Amit Kalantri

2764ff6

My fingers draw up her back and tangle into her hair. she repeats. Our lips crush together, our bodies pressed tight. An inferno of lips and hands and movements that continues to grow in heat. The blanket falls away as Rachel slides her legs so that she straddles me. On the verge of burning up completely, I groan and cling to her small frame. Her hands drift under my shirt, leaving a singeing trail. We've become a wildfire. Almost unstoppable. I kiss her neck and the beautiful sounds escaping her mouth encourage me further. My hands skim under her shirt, up her back, linger for seconds near her bra, and I gently nip her ear when I feel lace. Images pour into my mind of what she'd look like with her shirt off, then her jeans. My fist traps strands of her hair. And because I do, I kiss her fully on the mouth--nothing left to the imagination. Every fantasy becomes a reality with that one embrace.

intimate isaiah kiss never rachel-young separate touch undress want

Katie McGarry

469c792

Sometimes, when he was not near me, I thought, I will never let him 'Touch' me again. Then, when he 'Touched' me, I thought, it doesn't matter, it is only the body, it will soon be over. When it was over, I lay in the dark and listened to his breathing and dreamed of the 'Touch' of hands, of Giovanni's hands, or anybody's hands, hands which would have the power to crush me and make me whole again.

crush feelings homosexual love sex touch

James Baldwin

711d4e6

I lick my lips as his teeth nibble on my earlobe. Between my muscles melting under his touch, my blood tingling with the teasing of my ear and the way my foot rubs against his calf, my thoughts become hazy. My shirt rides up and Isaiah rubs his thumb in small circles on the bare skin of my stomach. The sensation causes me to arch my back and Isaiah groans as I kiss his neck. I like these feelings. Actually, I more than like them. They're addicting, and I love how every little thing I do causes Isaiah to kiss and touch me more. He rolls and I move with him. Our tangled legs become unraveled as my thighs fall open, accepting his weight. Isaiah's body over mine is heavier than I would have imagined, but it's a weight I craved without knowing it. Isaiah kisses up my neck and when his lips meet mine again, he rocks his hips. Suddenly very aware parts of him are touching very aware parts of me, and my head falls to the side as a new sensation spikes through my body.

isaiah rachel-young touch

Katie McGarry

e57209c

I put my hands into the pockets of all his jackets

pockets things-that-i-do touch

Jonathan Safran Foer

f1afd0e

[Patricia Highsmith] was overwhelmed by sensory stimulation - there were too many people and too much noise and she just could not handle the supermarket. She continually jumped, afraid that someone might recognise or touch her. She could not make the simplest of decisions - which type of bread did she want, or what kind of salami? I tried to do the shopping as quickly as possible, but at the check-out she started to panic. She took out her wallet, knocked off her glasses, dropped the money on the floor, stuff was going all over the place.

asperger-s asperger-s-syndrome aspergers aspergers-syndrome autism check-out decision decisions fear glasses jump jumped money noise overwhelmed panic people quickly recognise sensory-stimulation shopping stuff supermarket touch wallet

Andrew Wilson

49b2583

"I lay my fantasy in the backseat of Isa's car and slide in next to her. She snuggles up, using me as her personal pillow, her blond curls sprawled over my crotch. I close my eyes for a second, trying to get the image out of my head. And I don't know what to do with my hands. My right one is on the door armrest. My left one hovers over Brittany. I hesitate. Who am I kidding? I'm not a virgin. I'm an eighteen-year-old guy who can deal with having a hot, passed-out girl next to me. Why am I afraid of putting my arm where it's comfortable, right over her midsection? I hold my breath as I settle my arm on her. She cuddles closer and I'm feeling weird and light-headed. Either it's the aftereffects from the joint or . . . I don't want to think about the "or." Her long hair is wrapped around my thigh. Without thinking, I weave my hands in her hair and watch as the silky strands slowly fall through the V's between my fingers."

asleep brittany-ellis cuddle hair intimate snuggle-pillow touch

Simone Elkeles

d31ec3f

I touch the double row of silver hoop earrings hanging from his left ear, trail along his jawline, his neck, down his shoulder, to the flaming tail of the dragon on his arm. He leans into the caress, and my own body feels on fire with the continued way his eyes gaze upon me. The first moment I saw him, the night people clamored over each other to step out of his way, I was frightened. The guy with earrings and tattoos and an energy radiating danger. Now--inside and out--all I see is beauty.

danger earrings isaiah rachel-young tattoos touch

Katie McGarry

062e96c

Touch is the most basic, the most nonconceptual form of communication that we have. In touch there are no language barriers; anything that can walk, fly, creep, crawl, or swim already speaks it.

touch

Ina May Gaskin

5070b43

Craving a physical connection, I slide my finger along the back of Rachel's hand. She's asleep. Has been for a while. Curled in the fetal position in the middle of my bed, Rachel wears the mask of a ravaged person. Somehow, I missed the signs: dark circles under her eyes, the clothes that once fit perfectly now hang, her skin so pale it's translucent.

isaiah rachel-young ravaged sick touch

Katie McGarry

aff24b1

Only take someone's hand in a certain way, even look into their eyes in a certain way, and the world is changed forever.

gazing holding-hands iris-murdoch irrevocable love romance romantic the-black-prince touch

Iris Murdoch

af819b4

The truth is not in the touch of a stone, but in what the stone tells you.

touch

Rene Denfeld

83364b7

"And what's a healer's touch like?" she asked, working quickly to push the needle through and tie off another knot, closing his wound with each stitch. "Light as a feather. Like this." He moved his hand from her arm to her breast. His fingertips brushed the bared skin above her bodice in teasing strokes. She held herself still, beguiled by the sensation. She'd never have guessed her body would react so to a man. She should be afraid, she knew, but her only fear was that he'd stop. His touch moved down, between the stiff boning of her bodice and the soft, thin chemise, circling her nipple slowly through the cloth of her undergarment. Oh, how he made her ache. He tormented that needy skin with his nearness. She fought the urge to squirm into his touch. When he finally flicked a nail over it, a jolt of wickedness shot from her breast to her womb."

physical-pleasure sensational touch

Connie Mason