In love, it is the weak who strike and the strong who…

“I lay on her bed with my arms wrapped around her, wondering how on earth we'd managed to end up like this. I'm not…

— Malorie Blackman

The dog is guided by kindly instinct to the man or woman whose heart is open to his advances. The cat often leaves the…

— Agnes Repplier

My love is like the wind and wild is the wind. Give me more than one caress, satisfy my hungriness. Let the wind blow…

— Nina Simone

“When bodies talk, a hand brushing across a face declares love the tongue never speaks. When bodies talk, eyes make promises and lips keep…

— Stella Payton

For this is Wisdom; to love, to live To take what fate, or the Gods may give. To ask no question, to make no…

— Anonymous

This could be so much more. So much more than a casual kiss, and a quick caress beneath the sheets. This really could be…

— Anonymous

“The caress of each word becoming one with the page. Twisting beneath the touch of the pen, forming a trail of permanent kisses, until…

— N'Zuri Za Austin

Is it too much to ask that women be spared the daily struggle for superhuman beauty in order to offer it to the caresses…

— Germaine Greer

“Touch was funny like that. How one movement could choke you and kill you, but another meant nothing more than a caress and an…

— Brigid Kemmerer

“There are people in the world, who are just wrong, and then there are the masses of population that are right, or at the…

— J.D. Stroube

May the bird of paradise fly up your nose, may an elephant caress you with his toes, may your wife be plagued with runners…

— Little' Jimmy Dickens

“Patch's eyes grazed me with silent heat. My reflection swirled in them, red hair and lips aflame. I was connected to him by a…

— Becca Fitzpatrick

“I believe in making my potential models comfortable,’ he explained when she shot a surprised look at him. ‘I’m considerate, unlike some artists who…

— Christine Stovell

Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress.

— Margaret Atwood

I don't hear your words: your voice reverberates against my body like another kind of caress, another kind of penetration. I have no power…

— Anais Nin