No Touch Quotes
You know how hard it is to actually touch the world? To make a mark on it? You die and they bury you in it.
What sets Salvation apart from everything else in the world is the Biblical truth that Satan cannot touch your soul because he doesn't know your PIN.
I pushed him against his Jeep, looked him dead in the eye and kissed him. He asked if he could come up, and I just walked up the steps and said, not yet. That was the moment I knew I loved him.
Ask of your eyes to seeonly to seek love.Ask of your mouth to speakonly to utter words of love.Ask of your hands to feelif only to touch the lover.
A good coach can be a caring parent, a wise teacher, an exemplary pastor, a passionate friend or a devoted mentor. Keep in touch with all of them especially at the time they are needed.
In my darkness time, God splendour light shines my path.
Rain touching our hand becomes a little bit salty! Man touching wisdom becomes a little bit wiser! More touches take more from the touched!
For a child, no hand is stronger and softer than the hand which touches her lovingly!
May the people walking in darkness see the dawn of a glorious light.
I want to see the thirstinside the syllablesI want to touch the firein the sound:I want to feel the darknessof the cry. I wantwords as roughas virgin rocks.” - Verb.
I write these words to touch you, My love, In places my hands can only dream of.
The word of lust touches the body, the word of love touches the soul: feed the soul and starve the body.
Sympathies that lie too deep for words, too deep almost for thoughts, are touched, at such times, by other charms than those which the senses feel and which the resources of expression can realise.
There is nothing better in life than commitment to personal development and lifelong learning.
True love is jealousy in disguise: A man cannot restrict his lover from going to the club because he hates her, he actually hates the men who would come around and touch her.
We talk a lot about the five senses: vision, hearing, smell, taste, and touch. I would add one more…imagination.
They make friends, they laugh, they shareThey stay in touch, they care.
our feet are grape-squashed in memoriesour skins are still flushedfrom the touch of summer’s lips.
It is the touch of a lover's arms that I so desperately crave, not the memories of a love no longer mine.
In the serenity and quiet of this lovely place, touch the depths of truth, feel the hem of Heaven. And when you leave, don't forget why you came...
...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bright sparks appear?...
I think she's afraid to even hug me now. It's my fault, but I miss it, Andrew. I miss it so much it aches sometimes, you
Our talents are living things, we give birth to them, nourish them till they grow and become immortal.
I want him everywhere. I burn for him in places he hasn't even touched.
Without the wetness of your love, The fragrance of your water, Or the trickling sounds ofYour voice, I shall always feelthirsty.
No matter what happens in the outside world, as long as you have faith in yourself, no darkness can touch you!
She'd had little patience with darkness, and her heartheld only a measure of shadow. I touchedthe warm dust of those colors, her tools, and left there with light on the tips of my fingers.
Perhaps it was the way he'd look at me and smile, Perhaps it was the sound of his voice after being utterly defeated, Perhaps it was the warmth of his touch, Perhaps I've always been in love with you
It’s the sensation that gives rise to ego or personal identity. All the external and internal experiences of life are experienced only with the sensation.
How could it be possible that there were that many nerve endings all in one place?
Internet has grown to not only touch humans in a physical sense but also in an emotional sense.
The power of touch. Life is controlled by such a facet manipulated by Man. All are knowledgeable of its boundaries, most are negligent.
I so want to believe him, but right now even his touch feels like a lie.
Everything I touch makes me a little bit more like the thing I’m touching, so I’d better start paying attention to what I’m touching.
His closeness makes my heart beat faster, my skin tingle, my body want things it doesn't even know.
Many a soul will turn back to accustomed marshlands of defeat rather than brave the fogs of frustration
Sometimes, reaching out and taking someone's hand is the beginning of a journey.At other times, it is allowing another to take yours.