Quote by Marie-Claire Blais Download Open image ““to glide gently into facile hands that would deform him.”” — Marie-Claire Blais ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.9 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“And, suddenly, I want to touch him. Not a push, or a shove, or even a friendly hug. I want to feel the creases… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“He slid his hands around behind me and placed his fingers on my shoulder blades, touching the bones reverently, as if he had discovered… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
“He rubs his hand through his thick, dark hair and I am riveted by the cords of rippling muscles that intertwine and gallop down… — Jennifer Martucci Copy Share Image
“He touched me with such reverence, his fingertips light and curious as they cruised up my spine while his mouth was bold and knowing,… — Linda Kage Copy Share Image
“slide my hands up to his chest and slip them under his cut. His hard chest flexes under my fingertips.” — Justine Elvira Copy Share Image
“He bumps me lightly with his shoulder and then steadies me with his hand on my back. I like the feel of his hand… — Nicola Yoon Copy Share Image
“I draw back,gently step out of his hands that gripped my shoulders and were just edging their way to either side of my throat” — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“And then he reached toward me again, this time with both arms, as though he might wrap them around me to give me some… — April Lindner Copy Share Image
“i press my hands against his chest, wishing i could somehow be even closer to him. i hate skin; i hate bones and bodies.… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“He takes my hands into his.Those perfect hands, that fit mine just so.” — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“As he says it, he pinches my arm, hard, on the fleshy inside just above my elbow.” — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“any moment now that sun would burst into a ball of flame, a furnace to stifle the heart of Petites Cendres, his soul felt… — Marie-Claire Blais Copy Share Image
“Hong Kong, please watch over him, he saw that young man Lazaro in a dream and is convinced he’s a terrorist, always has been,… — Marie-Claire Blais Copy Share Image
“so many white roses whose names won’t survive either, resistance groups and newspapers now as forgotten as soldiers waiting for the enemy veiled in… — Marie-Claire Blais Copy Share Image
“People who love as you do, with that plentitude and fire, always forget what others experience. The lover is not the one to be… — Marie-Claire Blais Copy Share Image
“I drink to the health of the child prodigy who finally met the gentleman with the golden ass. Vive little Sébastien, he’ll grow up.… — Marie-Claire Blais Copy Share Image
“When there is no bread and even when there is we should eat our fill of one another.” — Marie-Claire Blais Copy Share Image
“him the ordinary man whose Buddhist spirituality often flickered, really just questing for inner silence with not too much of an outer mess, although… — Marie-Claire Blais Copy Share Image
