She touched something deep in his soul. He didn't believe in love at first sight, but the thought of hurting her made his chest ache.
What will they say about my poetry who never touched my blood? Que diran de mi poesia los que no tocaron mi sangre?
You will touch this joy and you will suddenly know it is what you were looking for your whole life, but you were afraid to even acknowledge the absence because the hunger for it was so encompassing.
I grew up in the age of polyester. When I got to touch real silk, cotton and velvet, the feel of nonsynthetic fabrics blew me away. I know it's important how clothing looks, but it's equally important how it feels on your skin.
Poverty is everyone's problem. It cuts across any line you can name: age, race, social, geographic or religious. Whether you are black or white; rich, middle-class or poor, we are ALL touched by poverty.
I could talk for ages about how women are amazing, but essentially we shouldn't be manipulated by the media's expectations of our bodies. I'd recommend every woman to read 'Women Who Run with the Wolves' - it's about being in touch with your more wil...
The feeling of your baby taking nourishment from your body for the first time is amazing, and it remains the most touching moment of my life.
It's been amazing to step out of a bottle of ink on to an iPad. There's no better time than right now to embrace this fabulous sandpit of technology. Because intuitively, at the touch of a finger, most of it is possible.
My therapist says I still haven't got in touch with my anger. Maybe one day I'm going to explode. But I'm still really happy. I know it looks like a strange and painful upbringing - all those experiences led me to the paths that I'm on now.
As a species, we are most animated when our days and nights on Earth are touched by the natural world. We can find immeasurable joy in the birth of a child, a great work of art, or falling in love.
You must make love to him like his touch is your salvation.
We had the kind of conversations that only great friends can ever share. They were touched with magic.
I let ya in—into my life...my death...my heart." He reached up like he was going to touch my face. "And now I don't know how to get ya out.
We are not people who touch each other carelessly; every point of contact between us feels important, a rush of energy and relief.
Being in love changes a person…a modest touch changes one’s mind, a lone thought one’s reasoning, but a kiss my friend, well that changes one’s existences.
So you never know who you touch. You never know how or when you'll have an impact, or how important your example can be to someone else" (20).
Kim was, as always, utterly happy while running, in accord with nature, in harmony with the universe, in touch with the truth that was in him, full of love for all creatures even to the lowliest insect.
I can't help but watch his lips as they cover the opening of the bottle that my lips were just touching. We're practically kissing.
You have not known very many men." "I have no wish to know any others. I love this one.
Confidence, darling." He leans across the table and touches a finger to my cheek. "You could learn something from me, you know.
I touch the tip of my finger to his lips. "There are secrets in here," I say. "I want them out." He tries to bite my finger. I steal it back.
