#touc

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

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek! ↗

— William Shakespeare

#glove #hand-in-glove #longing #love #touch

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

The pictures we saw before we got down here didn't even touch the reality of what it is like being here. We can be right on the beach with all the devastation and still not be able to imagine what it was like when the wall of water actually came up. ↗

— Connie Sellecca

#actually #beach #before #being #came

Believe me, I wish I could give you what you want. I have thought about it so many times, but I can't just do it. Maybe I could pretend for a while, but then I wouldn't be being honest with you. We have always been honest with each other. ↗

— Jayson James

#honesty-friendship-truth #touching #friendship

So who gave him his name?" I asked. "Kerrick," Belen answered. Not who I'd expect. "Why 'Flea'?" A full-out grin spread across Flea's face. "Cause I'm fast and hard to catch." "Because he's a pest and hard to squash," Belen said. "Because he jumps about three feet in the air when you scare him," Loren added. "Because he's annoying and makes us itch with impatience," Quain said. "Thanks, guys. I love you too." Flea made exaggerated kissing noises and patted his ass. ↗

— Maria V. Snyder

#belen #flea #loren #maria-v-snyder #quain

If I could touch anything in the world right now, it would be your heart. I want to take that piece of you and keep it with me. ↗

— Jessica Verday

#love #touch #love

I loved you so much right then Sam Roth. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#love

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