the ocean mist engulfs me, like a lifetime’s friendship honored.
may this poetry be the home you will someday come back to.
Tell me..how do you stand there? filling the doorway....of my life.
when whispered what an exquisite song, it makes- your name.
It’s the person who likes to pat dogs to whom dogs come for pats.
I touched an Oscar once. Friend of mine has one, for writing. As soon as I touched it, he said, Now you'll never win one.
The bright stars of the skies are far to touch; but there are other shiny stars that you can touch easily: The books of the libraries!
The word of lust touches the body, the word of love touches the soul: feed the soul and starve the body.
I like the way you touch me." "I like to touch you... That works out for us, huh?
I know that when I like music, when it touches my heart, that it will touch your heart, too. That, I think, is the secret to my success.
Think about the word destroy. Do you know what it is? De-story. Destroy. Destory. You see. And restore. That's re-story. Do you know that only two things have been proven to help survivors of the Holocaust? Massage is one. Telling their story is anot...
Sure. You want to be touched, inspired and made to feel alive. But a relationship is like a bridge where you meet other people half-way. That means if you want to be touched, inspired and made to feel alive, you have to be touching, inspiring and bri...
[first lines] Graham: It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash...
Indiana Jones: Stay behind me, Short Round. Step where I step, and don't touch anything. [curious, Short Round touches a lamp. A door falls open, with two dessicated mummies falling out. Short Round yells and backpedals] Short Round: I step where you...
Jerry Lee Lewis: God gave us a great big apple, see, and He said don't touch it. He didn't say touch it once in a while; He didn't say take a nibble when you're hungry; He said don't touch it! Don't think about touchin'it, don't sing about touchin' i...
love was never meant to be just a metaphor between the pages of poetry.
the intensity in your eyes burns my pen as i write.
She consumes me with her eyes, her fiery touch, and the ways in which she loves me.
Nothing has or will ever be weird with us Derrick. Now that I’ve been touched by you things will never be the same.
I never dreamed I would have a job in which so many people could touch me and I could touch them.
If every Genius has a touch of Madness, does every Normal person have a touch of Ignorance ?
