Caress Quote by Margaret Atwood Download Open image “Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress.” — Margaret Atwood ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.1 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare Caress Doe Dripping water Feels Flow Flowing water Hands Patience Patience and waiting Plunge Water
Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
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“Every time the women appear, Snowman is astonished all over again. They're every known colour from the deepest black to whitest white, they're various heights, but each one of them is admirably proportioned. Each is sound of tooth, smooth of skin. No ripples of fat around their waists, no bulges, no dimpled orange-skin cellulite on their thighs. No body hair,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
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“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 Copy Share Image
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Expect nothing, live frugally on surprise. Become a stranger to need of pity. Or if compassion be freely given out, take only enough. Stop short of the urge to plead, then purge away the need. Wish for nothing larger than your own small heart or greater than a star. Tame wild disappointment with caress, unmoved and cold. Make of it… — Alice Walker Copy Share
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I have been a hundred times on the point of killing myself, but still was fond of life. This ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our worst instincts. What can be more absurd than choosing to carry a burden that one really wants to throw to the ground? To detest, and yet to strive to preserve our existence? To caress… — Voltaire Copy Share
One would like to stroke and caress human beings, but one dares not do so, because they bite. — Vladimir Lenin Copy Share Image