386 Quotes About Touch
- Author Paul Hoffman
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... If the dead can come back to this earth and move unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the garish day and in the darkest night—amidst your happiest scenes and gloomiest hours—always, always; and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath; or if the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by.
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- Author Christina Engela
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They run, they touch, they learn, they play, They listen, they work hard at growing all day.
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- Author Emily Temple
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Oh, but how could I believe in anything but this? It was right in front of me, and I could touch it.
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- Author Lucy Christopher
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I remember that feeling of skin. It'sstrange to remember touch more than thought. But my fingersstill tingle with it.
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- Author Israelmore Ayivor
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A good coach can be a caring parent, a wise teacher, an exemplary pastor, a passionate friend or a devoted mentor. Keep in touch with all of them especially at the time they are needed.
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- Author Pablo Neruda
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I touched you and my life stopped
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- Author Anne Garréta
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To clutch someone in my arms took on, without fail, a singular sense of indignity, the taste of putrefaction. When I embrace someone I am submerged in a feeling of infamy, in the nauseating sensation of having an orgasm in a charnel house, among the noxious fumes of decomposing flesh. I am revolted by flesh, but this revlusion, failing to deaden the assaults of my libido, merely infects them with a cadaverous terror.
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- Author Paul Hoffman
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I have a message for your daughter,” said Cale. “I am bound to her with cables that not even God can break. One day, if there is a soft breeze on her cheek, it may be my breath; one night, if the cool wind plays with her hair, it may be my shadow passing by.” And with this terrible threat he faced forward and the procession started once more. In less than a minute they were gone. In her shady room Arbell Swan-Neck stood white and cold as alabaster.
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- Author Eric Jerome Dickey
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I held his energy in my hand. When it was firm, when it was rising, I let it go, eased it down to his inner thigh, watched it spring back up
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