Ashley Montagu Quotes

Gestures, in love, are incomparably more attractive, effective and valuable than words.

It was so good to be held. If only their relationship could be distilled into simple, wordless gestures of comfort. Why had humans ever learned to talk?

We live in a kissy society.

There is a silence, the child of love, which expresses everything, and proclaims more loudly than the tongue is able to do.

When you're with your wife, you don't say I love you to your wife every day but the ways you look at her and your actions are another way to communicate. Don't focus on dialogue, only focus on what you're expressing.

Love's tongue is in his eyes.

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

I don't sing about politics or anything like that. I sing about love. That's what I know about.

In the graver and more sentimental communication of man and man, the head still bears the superior sway; in the unreserved intimacies of man and woman, the heart is ever uppermost. Feeling is the main thing, and judgment passes for little.

I am a hug-and-kiss person.

As a species, the look of another of our species into our eyes has a great power. It can mean a lot of different things: aggression, love.

Baby, in a world without pity Do you think what I'm askin's too much I just want to feel you in my arms Share a little of that Human Touch.

There is something very sensual about a letter. The physical contact of pen to paper, the time set aside to focus thoughts, the folding of the paper into the envelope, licking it closed, addressing it, a chosen stamp, and then the release of the letter to the mailbox - are all acts of tenderness.

Can you even imagine not hugging?

Her lips on his could tell him better than all her stumbling words.

Speech is one symptom of affection; and silence one; the perfect communication is heard of none.

And we stood like that. The joining of hands is highly underrated in the acts of intimacy. You kiss acquaintances or colleagues, casually to say hello or good-bye. You might even kiss a close friend chastely on the lips. You might quickly hug anyone you knew. You might even meet someone at a party, take him home and sleep with him, never to see him or hear from him again. But to join hands and stand holding each other that way, with the electricity of possibilities flowing between you? The tenderness of it, the promise of it, is only something you share with a few people in your life.

A simple smile, a tender touch, speaks the true language of love.

Because by now Elinor had understood this, too: A longing for books was nothing compared with what you could feel for human beings. The books told you about that feeling. The books spoke of love, and it was wonderful to listen to them, but they were no substitute for love itself. They couldn't kiss her like Meggie, they couldn't hug her like Resa, they couldn't laugh like Mortimer. Poor books, poor Elinor.

All the feeling which my father could not put into words was in his hand-any dog, child or horse would recognize the kindness of it.

We hold hands as we walk through town. If anybody notices, nobody cares. I know we all like to think of the heart as the center of the body but at this moment, every conscious part of me is in the hand that he holds. It is through that hand, that feeling, that I experience everything else.

No," interrupted Marcia emphatically. "And you're a sweet boy. Come here and kiss me." Horace stopped quickly in front of her. "Why do you want me to kiss you?" he asked intently. "Do you just go round kissing people?" "Why, yes," admitted Marcia, unruffled. "'At's all life is. Just going around kissing people.

If you want to touch me, Kendall, touch me. Don't hide behind those little girl slaps.

Words are a wonderful form of communication, but they will never replace kisses and punches.