All their love had been a way of fixing time, each embrace…

“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