147 Quotes About Touching

No way," Eve replied. "If you're going, go big.""Remind me to play poker with you later," Michael said. "I love a girl who'll go all in."She hip-bumped him. "That's what you want to do with me later? Dude. Respect the dress, at least."Michael trailed his pale fingers down her back, following the line of her spine, all the way to the red rose. Eve shivered, and her eyes went half-closed. Whatever Michael whispered in her ear, Claire thought it was probably way too personal to hear.

Sophie," he said, and when she gave him a stern look, he took a hasty swig of the posset. “Miss Collins. I have not yet had a chance to properly apologize to you, so let me take it now. Please forgive me for the trick I played on you with the scones. I did not mean to show you disrespect. I hope you do not imagine I think any less of you for your position in the household, for you are one of the finest and bravest ladies I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.

Benedict’s hand clenched by his side, still tingling where it had touched her. He wished she’d let him do more. It was so romantic out here in the darkness; the cool breeze rustling through the trees and the moonlight showing faintly through cloud. They were completely alone and it felt like the sort of night where anything could happen. It was a pity that Tamsin didn’t seem to feel the same way.

The heart that bleeds, knows true heartache.-Nina Jean Slack

Remember this: Justice and charity come before everything. In any case, what happens to us here on earth is not very important, since our true life is waiting for us above.

The sweetness of a kiss is not in two lips, touching each other; it is in the feelings that bring and keep them together.

Sir always had a thing for calves. They were soft and smooth, like all skin on a woman. But the calf flesh was backed by muscle, so there was a firmness you wouldn't find at the hips, say, or in the small of the back. But it wasn't boney like the front of the leg. No, the calf was pretty much the closest thing to the perfection of breast tissue you could touch on a woman without getting your hand slapped away.

We're just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl, Year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here.

Sometimes, reaching out and taking someone's hand is the beginning of a journey.At other times, it is allowing another to take yours.