“Slowly, I reached over and poked his arm. It felt like real flesh, warm and hard. Disappointed, I poked him again. I… — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
Self-indulgence takes many forms. A man may be self-indulgent in speech, in touch, in sight. From self-indulgence a man comes to idle… — Dorotheus of Gaza Copy Share Image
“Are you sympathetic or insulting me?” “What would you want it to be?” “Let’s see. If you were given one chance to… — Eve Montelibano Copy Share Image
To most magicians, cards themselves are marvels...For one thing, they feel special in your hand. Touching them, holding them, shuffling - the… — David Blaine Copy Share Image
Maybe love, too, is beautiful because it has a wildness that cannot be tamed. I don't know. All I know is that… — Deb Caletti Copy Share Image
Quietly, like a night bird, floating, soaring, wingless. We glide from shore to shore, curving and falling but not quite touching; Earth:… — Alfred Worden Copy Share Image
“Dawn came in wisps of pink against a blue-gray sky. Through the trees, shafts of misty sunlight formed luminous motes of warmth… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“She shuts the door behind her. She’s walking over to me. My heart is beating quickly now, and it doesn’t feel natural.… — Tahereh Mafi Copy Share Image
A damnably readable, streamlined, yet deeply researched work. Skipping the ancestors and aftermath of conventional biography, Max gives us the man, his… — Blake Bailey Copy Share Image
What are they waiting to see?" Sam follows my gaze and I shrug. "Who knows? You could always do a dance, or… — Sophie Kinsella Copy Share Image
“I look down at our knees, slightly touching. Jeans against jeans. Does she notice the heat transferring from her body to mine?… — Simone Elkeles Copy Share Image
“Ah,steeds,steeds,what is steeds! Has the whirlwind a home in your manes? Is there a sensitive ear, alert as a flame, in your… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Romeo wants Juliet as the filings want the magnet; and if no obstacles intervene he moves towards her by as straight a… — William James Copy Share Image
The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what you hope for. And the most you can… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
With any kind of physical test, I don't know what it is, I always seem to get competitive. Remember when you were… — Jerry Seinfeld Copy Share Image
Poetry is one of the ancient arts, and it began, as did all the fine arts, within the original wilderness of the… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“He tightened his grip on her hand and pulled her toward him in the darkness. He knew exactly how she’d respond, her… — Anne Stuart Copy Share Image
[V]ariety of climate should always go with stability of abode… an Englishman’s house is not only his castle; it is his fairy… — Gilbert K. Chesterton Copy Share Image
“Say something.” I struggled to get the word out. “What?” “My name.” I wasn’t sure why he wanted me to say that,… — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
Now what is it moves our very heart, and sickens us so much as cruelty shown to poor brutes? I suppose this:… — John Henry Newman Copy Share Image
I wanted to say something to cheer her up. I had a feeling that cheering her up might be a lot of… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I want to kiss you.” Jace’s whisper pulled me from my thoughts and I glanced up to find his eyes blazing with… — Rachel Vincent Copy Share Image
I have scars on my hands from touching certain people...Certain heads, certain colours and textures of human hair leave permanent marks on… — J. D. Salinger Copy Share Image
Though you are three times more beautiful than angels, Though you are the sister of the river willows, I will kill you… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
There was no way that I wanted him to stop touching me, even for a few hours. My pulse thudded as I… — L.A. Weatherly Copy Share Image
Why I Wake Early Hello, sun in my face. Hello, you who made the morning and spread it over the fields and… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“I open my mouth to, I don't know, apologize again maybe. But he takes my face in his hands and presses his… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
It wasn't really touching to be young; it was touching not to be young, because you had less of life left. Touching… — Rose Macaulay Copy Share Image
“It's a strange feeling to like someone so much and yet be terrified to have them in your space, touching you. It… — Francesca Zappia Copy Share Image
Her underwear, her jeans, the comforter, my corduroys and my boxers between us, I thought. Five layers, and yet I felt it,… — John Green Copy Share Image