#touch

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. ↗

— Kimberly Derting

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

The heart that bleeds, knows true heartache.-Nina Jean Slack ↗

— Nina Jean Slack

#emotional #emotions #hear #heartache #love