Deborah Meaden Quotes

I love touching. I always touch people.

I wish people would turn off their computers, go outside, talk to people, touch people, lick people, enjoy each other's company and smell each other on the rump.

Hugging is not my shtick.

One of the ways we interact with other human beings and form social bonds is through touch, and probably most of us are not aware of the extreme importance of touch.

I've always loved kissing. We all do, don't we?

I want to be kissed by the people I love.

Sadly, I haven't been doing a lot of kissing lately.

Yes, people do come across the street to say hi, but as they approach and get near, my perception of space begins to dissolve, and a new interest takes over that is primarily emotional, and with it comes a desire to touch, which may be a human interest, but not the interest of my work.

Touch is one of the most intuitive things in the world.

I love hugging people. I still hug everybody in my meet-and-greet lines.

Physical contact is a human necessity.

Men greet each other with a sock on the arm, women with a hug, and the hug wears better in the long run.

Whoever named it necking was a poor judge of anatomy.

We now live in a society where karate is OK, but hugs are not.

Being cuddly has nothing to do with size.

I love gross kissing. I think it's the most fun thing to do.

I need specifically love, affection, people to touch me all the time. Because otherwise, I don't really - I don't cope very well. On 'Morgan,' everything is shot from the other side of the glass, so I was alone in a soundproof room watching everybody but being completely separate from whatever was going on.

I come from a family where people are physically affectionate. Hugging and kissing comes naturally to me.

I am a hug-and-kiss person.

Yeah, because when you’re attracted to someone, you actually enjoy kissing them and afterward, you don’t act like you kissed Adolf Hitler.

Hookers don't like to snuggle.

When was the last good kiss you had?

He slides his hand over my cheek, one finger anchored behind my ear. Then he tilts his head down and kisses me, sending a warm ache through my body. I wrap my hands around his arm, holding him there as long as I can. When he touches me, the hollowed-out feeling in my chest and stomach is not as noticeable.

The sweetest thing I've ever known was like the kiss on the collarbone, the soft caress of happiness, the way you walk, your style of dress, I wish I didn't get so weak, oh baby just to hear you speak, makes me argue just to see how much your in love with me

Sunday night meant, in the dark, wintry, rainy Midlands ... anywhere where two creatures might stand and squeeze together and spoon.... Spooning was a fine art, whereas kissing and cuddling are calf-processes.