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When Christians forget about hope and tenderness they become a cold Church, that loses its sense of direction and is held back… — Pope Francis Copy Share Image
I expect to see the coming decades transform the planet into an art form; the new man, linked in a cosmic harmony… — Marshall McLuhan Copy Share Image
A God who counts minutes and pennies, a desperate sensual God, who grunts like a pig. A pig with golden wings, who… — Louis-Ferdinand Celine Copy Share Image
A dog can have a friend; he has affections and character, he can enjoy equally the field and the fireside; he dreams,… — Leigh Hunt Copy Share Image
Mother Liberty caresses with generous affections...[those] who, armed with the weapons of high-minded honesty,...have grasped that the freedom of each is rooted… — Emma Goldman Copy Share Image
His thumb stroked my cheek. My eyes half-closed. When he spoke next, it was very softly, his voice an almost-physical caress against… — Lilith Saintcrow Copy Share Image
You see, dream-lover of a lady, what shakes me to the core Is the thought as you caress me, you've done this… — Harry Chapin Copy Share Image
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“Thanks for helping me clean up. Still can't understand a man willing to help out in the kitchen, though. You sure it… — Charlotte McPherren Copy Share Image
I will remember what I was, I am sick of rope and chains - I will remember my old strength and all… — Rudyard Kipling Copy Share Image
“That's obviously my cue to depart." Patience grinned. "Coward," she whispered, as he passed her chair. A heartbeat later, he'd swung about… — Stephanie Laurens Copy Share Image
Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Through an experience that simultaneously involved my sensibility and intelligence, I realized early on that the imaginative life, however morbid it might… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Language changes only those aspects of our consciousness which are based on information, but not the feelings themselves. The words are as… — Rodolfo Llinas Copy Share Image
Frankly, the trouble with winter is, it is all backbone. It is fleshless, insensate, with neither a breast to be leaned on… — William Alfred Quayle Copy Share Image
I can no longer think of anything but you. In spite of myself, my imagination carries me to you. I grasp you,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Just as a mother finds pleasure in taking her little child on her lap, there to feed and caress him, in like… — Alphonsus Liguori Copy Share Image
What delights us in the spring is more a sensation than an appearance, more a hope than any visible reality. There is… — Philip Gilbert Hamerton Copy Share Image
Slowly, with a look of intense concentration, he got up and advanced on me ... put out a front paw, and stroked… — Sylvia Townsend Warner Copy Share Image
Weakness may excite tenderness, and gratify the arrogant pride of man; but the lordly caresses of a protector will not gratify a… — Mary Wollstonecraft Copy Share Image
She had never thought about her name much before, but when he said it, it was as if she were hearing it… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
The sweetest thing I've ever known was like the kiss on the collarbone, the soft caress of happiness, the way you walk,… — Lauryn Hill Copy Share Image
A fat lot of good it would do if I told you that Titian's courtesans make you want to caress them. Some… — Pierre-Auguste Renoir Copy Share Image
The dog is guided by kindly instinct to the man or woman whose heart is open to his advances. The cat often… — Agnes Repplier Copy Share Image
Never has good weather felt so bad. Never have flowers inspired so much fear. Never has the warm caress of a sunbeam… — Joel Achenbach Copy Share Image
Sade has a curious ability to render every aspect of sexuality suspect, so that we see how the chaste kiss of the… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
“Hell, she knows why you chew your nails, why your eyes are blue one day, black the next. And all you want… — Kirsty Gunn Copy Share Image
Be gentle and tolerant. Intimacy will grow, but will take time and cannot be rushed. If all goes well, soon you will… — Bill Jay Copy Share Image
“Have you ever been properly fucked, Angel?” he asked, his voice like a caress she felt all over her body. “Has any… — Shelly Bell Copy Share Image
“There are people in the world, who are just wrong, and then there are the masses of population that are right, or… — J.D. Stroube Copy Share Image
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I will cover you with love when next I see you, with caresses, with ecstasy. I want to gorge you with all… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
There are some people that we know all our lives and yet never really feel we know them at all. But there… — Gaelen Foley Copy Share Image
You tempt me.I can't be tempted.I'm not made to be tempted,but you,Pagan Moore,you tempt me.From the moment i came for you i… — Abbi Glines Copy Share Image
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Motherhood is the greatest potential influence either for good or ill in human life. The mother's image is the first that stamps… — David O. McKay Copy Share Image
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