Softly, deftly, music shall caress you. Hear it, feel it, Secretly possess you. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Poetry is an extra hand. It can caress or tickle. It can clench and fight. — Adrian Mitchell Copy Share Image
No one to love, none to caress, Left all alone in this world's wilderness. — Frank Norris Copy Share Image
For this is wisdom: to live, to take what fate, or the Gods, may give. — Adela Florence Nicolson Copy Share Image
At its best, flattery is truth well dressed, and it is best dressed with fine see-through fabrics. Honest flattery can caress a… — Willis Regier Copy Share Image
A bomb makes more noise than a caress, but for each bomb that destroys, there are millions of caresses that nourish life. — Facundo Cabral Copy Share Image
My love is like the wind and wild is the wind. Give me more than one caress, satisfy my hungriness. Let the… — Nina Simone Copy Share Image
Anything, anything would be better than this agony of mind, this creeping pain that gnaws and fumbles and caresses one and never… — Jean-Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
Nothing is more democratic, less judgmental, than water. Water doesn't care whether flesh is withered or fresh; it caresses aged flesh and… — Barbara Grizzuti Harrison Copy Share Image
“The caress of each word becoming one with the page. Twisting beneath the touch of the pen, forming a trail of permanent… — N'Zuri Za Austin Copy Share Image
There are moments of mingled sorrow and tenderness, which hallow the caresses of affection. — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
“on days like this i need you to run your fingers through my hair and speak softly - you” — Rupi Kaur Copy Share Image
“His heart was now beating rapidly. He wanted to embrace her, cover her with kisses, caress her hair, touch her breast, stroke… — Andrew M. Greeley Copy Share Image
Light is my inspiration, my paint and brush. It is as vital as the model herself. Profoundly significant, it caresses the essential… — Ruth Bernhard Copy Share Image
The time comes to every dog when it ceases to care for people merely for biscuits or bones, or even for caresses,… — Frances Power Cobbe Copy Share Image
“The sun weeps because it can no longer caress your skin or warm your lips." He sifted his fingers through my hair.… — Michele Bardsley Copy Share Image
“Come play with my wild - I need my hair pulled, my lips kissed, your tender caress. I need your savage, I… — Melody Lee Copy Share Image
We hear many offers from the world around us; but let us take up God's offer instead: his is a caress of… — Pope Francis Copy Share Image
“Touch was funny like that. How one movement could choke you and kill you, but another meant nothing more than a caress… — Brigid Kemmerer Copy Share Image
For this is Wisdom; to love, to live To take what fate, or the Gods may give. To ask no question, to… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I'm unaware that my feet are moving to the table until I'm inches from the holograph. My hand reaches in and cups… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“She wasn’t made to be alone.” “I guess none of us are.” Our eyes meet and an electric tingle runs through me.… — Susan Ee Copy Share Image
I remembered Nahadoth's lips on my throat and fought to suppress a shudder, only half succeeding. Death as a consequence of lying… — N.K. Jemisin Copy Share Image
Sublime tobacco! which from east to west, Cheers the tar's labour or the Turkman's rest; Which on the Moslem's ottoman divides His… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
“ Are you attempting to distract me from my task with your wanton thoughts? ” There was a curling caress in Gabriel’s… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
If I could have just one wish, I would wish to wake up every day to the sound of your breath on… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I have been a hundred times on the point of killing myself, but still was fond of life. This ridiculous weakness is… — Voltaire Copy Share Image
Let us pause before the Child of Bethlehem. Let us allow our hearts to be touched, let us allow ourselves to be… — Pope Francis Copy Share Image
And once again we plighted our troth, And titter'd, caress'd, kiss'd so dearly. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
