#ouch

Never in his life had Edward been cradled like a baby. Abilene had not done it. Nor had Nellie. And most certainly, Bull had not. It was a singular sensation to be held so gently and yet so fiercely, to be stared down at with so much love. Edward felt the whole of his china body flood with warmth. (page 128) ↗

— Kate DiCamillo

#love #touch #life

In Narnia a girl might ring a bell in a deserted temple and feel the chime in her eyes, pure as the freeze that forces tears. Then when the sound dies out, the White Witch wakes. It was like, I want to touch you, and I can touch you, now what next, a dagger? ↗

— Helen Oyeyemi

#narnia #touch #witches #love

The only spot of comfort was the lingering impression of her fingertips through the fabric of his shirt, a reminder of the good side of having skin. He cultivated that square-inch patch, tilled and tended it into a full-body embrace. ↗

— Alex Shakar

#touch #love

...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bright sparks appear?... ↗

— John Geddes

#memory #sparks #touch #love

...the feelings that pass between us are deeper than fleshly touches... ↗

— John Geddes

#feelings #love #poetry #touches #love

Sophie dear,' I said. 'Are you in love with him - with this spider-man?' 'Oh, don't call him that - please - we can't any of us help being what we are. His name's Gordon. He's kind to me, David. He's fond of me. You've got to have as little as I have to know how much that means. You've never known loneliness. You can't understand the awful emptiness that's waiting all round us here. I'd have given him babies gladly, if I could. ... I - oh, why do they do that to us? Why didn't they kill me? It would have been kinder than this...' She sat without a sound. The tears squeezed out from under the closed lids and ran down her face. I took her hand between my own. I remembered watching. The man with his arm linked in the woman's, the small figure on top of the pack-horse waving back to me as they disappeared into the trees. Myself desolate, a kiss still damp on my cheek, a lock tied with a yellow ribbon in my hand. I looked at her now, and my heart ached. ↗

— John Wyndham

#love

A tip from Lubitsch: 'Let the audience add up two plus two and they'll love you forever. ↗

— Charlotte Chandler

#love

Taped on the wall was a hand-drawn picture- a stick figure with a bow on the head holding a litterbag. ↗

— Suzanne Crowley

#love #touching #love

I knew if I started touching you I wouldn't be able to stop. ↗

— Andrea K. Höst

#love #sweetness #touch #love

I miss the smell of him. I miss his lips and his strong arms. I miss him. ↗