Andy Goldsworthy Quotes

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 never dreamed I would have a job in which so many people could touch me and I could touch them.

We did not touch each other. We were both leaning over the abyss.

I crossed the room, and what you did was to feel my hair over and over again and in different ways, touch it, with the palm of your hand... felt it, strands of hair, with your fingers, touched it as if it were cloth, the way a child touches its favorite surfaces.

If it is good not to touch a woman, then it is bad to touch a woman always and in every case.

Touch is the mother of the senses. Not only are women more sensitive when they touch, but they're also more sensitive to being touched.

I love touching. I always touch people.

His fingers leave streaks of cold on my skin, invisible to the eye, and I think about wrapping his shirt around my fist and pulling him in to kiss me; I think about pressing myself against him, but I can't, because all our secrets would keep a space between us.

Hands, touching hands, reaching out, touching me, touching you.

By touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess.

Poetry is a naked woman, a naked man, and the distance between them.

As Rilke observed, love requires a progressive shortening of the senses: I can see you for miles; I can hear you for blocks, I can smell you, maybe, for a few feet, but I can only touch on contact, taste as I devour

Sex is really only touch, the closest of all touch. And it's touch we're afraid of.

In the absence of touching and being touched, people of all ages can sicken and grow touched starved. Touch seems to be as essential as sunlight.

I believe in nothing that I cannot touch, kiss, embrace.... The rest is only hearsay.

Lovers can find nothing to say to each other that has not been said and unsaid a thousand times over. Kisses were invented to translate such nothings into wounds

Deep down, we remain human, very human and have all the desires to love and be loved by one person.

I had learned how it felt to want more than the sweet touch of hand to cheek or lips to palm, more than a kiss, more than an embrace. I was starting to discover that it is not only the mind that understands love, but also the body.

We touch heaven when we lay our hand on a human body!

I never knew what it was to crave a woman’s touch. Or to hunger for a woman’s kiss.” “And now you do?” she asked hesitantly. “Since I met you, Corinne Bishop, I’ve been thinking of little else.

My skin burns where it meets his. It feels better than good, but it sets off a strange aching in my chest.

We touched base at several strategic locations down our bodies, and it took all my willpower to break away.

All memory can do is scream for touch.

What comfort there is in the skin of someone you love!

my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living.