#touching

How sadly things had changed since she had sat there the night after coming home! Then she had been full of hope and joy and the future had looked rosy with promise. Anne felt as if she had lived years since then, but before she went to bed there was a smile on her lips and peace in her heart. She had looked her duty courageously in the face and found it a friend--as duty ever is when we meet it frankly. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#touching #change

Dads. Do you not realize that your child needs to feel your skin on his? Do you not realize the incredible and powerful bond that skin on skin contact with your daughter will give you? Do you not understand the permanent mental connections that are made when you stroke your son’s bare back or rub your daughter’s bare tummy while you tell bedtime stories? And if any idiot says anything about that being inappropriate, you’re gonna get kicked in the face, first by me, and then by every other good dad out there. Touching your child is your duty as a father. ↗

— Dan Pearce

#arguing #break #child #children #dads

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

I loved you so much right then Sam Roth. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#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

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

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

— Nina Jean Slack

#emotional #emotions #hear #heartache #love

My mind is the only sanctuary that has not been stolen from me. Men have tried to breach it before, but I've learned to defend it vigorously, for I am only safe with my innermost thoughts. ↗

— Christopher Paolini

#touching #men

It's really touching that we can come back after so long and care about making an album that says as much as this one does. And after all this time, we really do care about each other. ↗

— Lindsey Buckingham

#after #album #back #care #come

It's clearly more important to treat one's fellow man well than to be always praying and fasting and touching one's head to a prayer mat. ↗

— Naguib Mahfouz

#clearly #fasting #fellow #fellow man #head