Too late Quote by Emily Dickinson

“More than once I tried stretching my hand out in the dark. My fingers touched nothing. The faint glow remained, just beyond my grasp.”

— Haruki Murakami

“under the radiant towers, the floodlit ramparts, must have wondered at my impulse to touch her, which was like touching myself, the way your…

— Mark Doty

“My fingers darted, then danced, then flew. I played hard as a hailstorm, like a hammer beating brass. I played soft as sun on…

— Patrick Rothfuss

“Something bloomed right then and there in the small dark space between us. I didn’t know what it was, but I knew enough to…

— Alyxandra Harvey

“Our fingers unlace so slowly that I am certain some part of me has been left behind on her fingertips.”

— Mary E. Pearson

“Would that I could gather your houses into my hand, and like a sower scatter them in forest and meadow.”

— Khalil Gibran

“There had come to him one of those moments of quiet despair that lie in wait for even the happiest. Stealthy-footed they leap upon…

— Elizabeth Goudge

“I push through the crowd and draw even nearer, so near I can smell him. So near I could touch him. I could take…

— Shaun Roundy

“I walked away at a good pace, thinking it was easier to go than I had supposed it would be, and reflecting that it…

— Charles Dickens

“Their hands, swinging, touched lightly now and then; their nearness was as natural as the June day.”

— Elizabeth Bowen

“...she went to the usual spot on her finger and poked with the sharp tip until a drop of blood welled obediently to the…

— Emma Törzs

“She felt raw, a painting that wasn't dry yet. One hard nudge and she'd smear all over the place.”

— Ashley Herring Blake