A Christian’s heart for God should be like a teakettle on a flaming stove burner—hot to touch, visibly steaming, and audible.

A person could last a long while without touch, but once someone had experienced the comfort, joy, and sheer relief of another human body close, the desire to experience that again was hard to deny.

She watches him for hours. She wants to be the sheets that cover his toes. She wants to be the ceiling separating him from the sky: above him, the first thing he sees before and...

your handtouching mine.this is howgalaxiescollide.

You must make love to him like his touch is your salvation.

touchKindness never use harsh words its touch warmth the needy person.

When a woman is romantically subdued, all she does at that moment is under the influence of her desires.

When bodies talk, a hand brushing across a face declares love the tongue never speaks. When bodies talk, eyes make promises and lips keep them in the silent transfer of vows of the heart. When...

… 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...

I went closer this time and touched him. He let out a deafening shriek, as if something had pierced into his heart. I held his hand and sat there, admiring the intricate network of life...

I feel the healinghands of Godtouch my heartand kiss my soul.

Friends might lose touch but never lose feelings

Touch with your heart more than with your hands.

Kiss is another physical gesture if it doesn’t touch your soul.

When I was in the eighth grade, I wrote this huge long paper about how I had no idea what I was gonna do with my life, but that I wanted to make a difference...

If he touches me, I will succumb. I know the power he wields over me and my traitorous body. I know.

We think touch is short-term. The mouse and keyboard were stable for 25 years, but I think touch will be stable for 10 years. Post-touch will be stable for a really long time, longer than...

no water can be touched like pain of pearl-if you touched one drop of tear

How ’bout that?

For youi have saved poemsunder my skin.

That’s what it feels like when you touch me. Like millions of tiny universes being born and then dying in the space between your finger and my skin. Sometimes I forget.

Touch of Ability with Action can never be lost in the journey of life.

Everywhere he touches is fire. My whole body is burning up, the two of us becoming twin points of the same bright white flame.

The comedy in our lives was those first few weeks we lived together in Paris: Our bodies desired one another, our souls opened for one another. We experienced all of the happiness and anguish of...

I never heard sound and thrill of my painful heart until that very day she touched it.