#touch

Touching him was always so important to me. It was something I lived for. I never could explain why. Little, nothing touches. My fingers against his shoulder. The outsides of our thighs touching as we squeezed together on the bus. I couldn't explain it, but I needed it. Sometimes I imagined stitching all of our little touches together. How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love? Why does anyone ever make love? ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#make-love #touching #imagination

In rivers, the water that you touch is the last of what has passed and the first of that which comes; so with present time. ↗

— Leonardo da Vinci

#first #last #passed #present #present time

أيهما أفضل ...أن تكون رجلاً فى زمن الرجال ،أم أن تكون رجلاً فى زمان عز فيه الرجال صدقنى ....القضية من الأساس أن تكون رجلاً ↗

— د/أحمد بيومى

#inspirational-quotes #inspiring #touching #الرجال-زمان-inspiratio #inspirational

I loved you so much right then Sam Roth. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#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

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. ↗

— Kimberly Derting

#lips-touch #love #miss #remembering #scent

Who taught you to write in blood on my back? Who taught you to use your hands as branding irons? You have scored your name into my shoulders, referenced me with your mark. The pads of your fingers have become printing blocks, you tap a message on to my skin, tap meaning into my body. Your morse code interferes with my heart beat. I had a steady heart before I met you, I relied upon it, it had seen active service and grown strong. Now you alter its pace with your own rhythm, you play upon me, drumming me taut. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#service