Do you always touch strangers?” I question, trying to ignore the warmth of his hand and the way I have to remember to breathe. “You’ve been upgraded to acquaintance,” he winks. “This is completely appropriate.
Life is full of beautiful dangers, dangerous beauties... They wound us in ways we cannot see: an injury ripples out, like a stone dropped in water, touching moments years into the future.
Impatience has ruined many crowns; it had lured people to give up when they have just few minute to win, just few millimeters to touch the winning carpet!
How do you know she had sex?” Dallas asks. “Every time a penis touches Britain, I receive a telepathic notification.” “Oh,” Dallas says with a straight face. “Well that explains a lot.
Although the villagers rose with the sun to work the fields, attend to the animals, bake their bread, and begin their long list of chores, for me, Leya Truelong, this was a day like no other. Today, Wren River was touched by the fantastic. Desiccate ...
Yes, I say. Three of these flying birds. I touch my collarbone, marking the path of their flight-toward my heart. One for each member of the family I left behind.
Hart caressed the letters of baby Graham’s name. “Mac likes to say, We’re Mackenzies. We break what we touch. But this little Mackenzie… he broke me.
The only things I regret, and the only things I'll ever regret are things I didn't do. In the end, that's what we mourn. The paths we didn't take. The people we didn't touch.
My last coherent thought, as Lucas took his time kissing and touching every part of me he could reach and my body arched into his, was: oh... so this is what all the fuss is about.
Tell me what good touch is and what is bad for I am young and I have no dad. -Jenifer
I'd stop the world from spinning for you." That silly line oddly touched me. "I love you." "Liked that one, did you.
It doesn't matter what you do...so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away.
There is nothing these hands can hold worth having. They cannot hold the moonlight, or the melody of a song, or even the beauty of a woman. They can touch her face, but not her beauty. Only the heart can hold such things.
Will history remember us, I wonder? I do hope so - to imagine that one might do something, touch an event somehow, & thereby transcend the bounds of a single human lifetime!
I didn’t care about anything except her and the way touching her drove me wild, even as her calm and steady presence soothed the storms that raged within me.
His hand glides down my arm, folds over my hand. His fingers lace with mine, palms kissing. I can feel the fast thud of his heart through this single touch.
I don't think you're dying," I said. "I think you've just got a touch of cancer. He smiled. Gallows humor.
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.
What sets Salvation apart from everything else in the world is the Biblical truth that Satan cannot touch your soul because he doesn't know your PIN.
It is not possible to know how far the influence of any amiable, honest-hearted duty-doing man flies out into the world, but it is very possible to know how it has touched one's self in going by.
I never thought I had a soul, but in that moment when our eyes met and our hands touched in greeting, my soul screamed for joy.
