Touch My Face Quotes

#1. Tarver lifts one hand to touch my face, tracing the curve of my cheek. "Lilac, if something happened to you," he murmurs, "I would be anything but fine.

Amie Kaufman

#2. Should I ever again sink into illness, I'm sure I'll remember Eldric. I'll remember he cared for me. I'll remember that someone had at least taken the time to touch my face.

Franny Billingsley

#3. I let ya in - into my life ... my death ... my heart." He reached up like he was going to touch my face. "And now I don't know how to get ya out.

Janae Mitchell

#4. Loneliness is a very special place, Silently silently you touch my face

Dennis Wilson

#5. I definitely try and wash my face twice a day, and I never go to bed with my makeup on. I mostly just wash my face and try to not touch my face because that's when you get pimples.

Sara Paxton

#6. Day leans in toward me. He reaches up to touch my face. I can tell it still hurts him to use his fingers, and his nails are dark with dried blood. "You're brilliant," he says. "But you're a fool to stay wish someone like me."
I close my eyes at the touch of his hand. "Then we're both fools.

Marie Lu

#7. You don't touch my face! It's a birth right! This was given to me by God! You do not touch my face!

Cody Rhodes

#8. If there was any petting to be done ... he chose to do it. Often he would sit looking at me, and then, moved by a delicate affection, come and pull at my coat and sleeve until he could touch my face with his nose, and then go away contented.

Charles Dudley Warner

#9. I like tattoos. I'm gonna be covered. I'm not going to touch my face or under the chin on the neck: it's my least favorite place.

Mac Miller

#10. I'm glad you're here,' said Laurent. 'I always thought that I'd have to face my uncle alone.'
He turned to look at Damen, and their eyes met.
'You're not alone,' said Damen.
Laurent didn't answer, but he did give a smile, and reached out to touch Damen, wordlessly.

C.S. Pacat

#11. In the bar, the jukebox comes on. Molley must be trying to drown out the sounds of raised voices. I move toward her, unable to resist; her eyes are wet, her face flushed, and I can finally look at her, want her, let myself touch her without grief turning everything to ashes in my mouth.

Amie Kaufman

#12. It was then that we connected. His sound bounced through my head and out my eyes, painting my world with new shades of color. I still remember the smile that unnoticeably took my face as I inched for another touch.

Charles Lee

#13. I can't feel my face. I mean I can touch it. But I can't feel it inside.

Bobcat Goldthwait

#14. I've been writing more songs in my head," he said, "about being a ghost and a shade." His face turned smooth and solemn. "How I'd die all over again just to touch you.

Jeri Smith-Ready

#15. When the world wants too much
And it feels cold and out of touch
It's a beautiful place
When you kiss my face
from The Woman In Me

Shania Twain

#16. I could never see his face, didn't know his name but I remembered how he smelled, what every touch of his hands felt like all over my body, how his lips tasted... whoa! Nympho alert!!

C.L. Foster

#17. I turned my peeled-apple face to him. I'd make myself look at him. I owed him that. His touch lingered on my neck as though he'd left a handprint of melted light.

Franny Billingsley

#18. Nothing will ever touch us. You are all that matters to me, my angel, and I would walk through hell just to touch your face.

Sherrilyn Kenyon

#19. I should like to write my books only for the dear person who lies awake reading in bed until page last, then lets the open book fall gently on her face, to touch her smile or drink her tears.

Barbara Kingsolver

#20. She mock shudders the way you do when you talk about someone's misfortunes that have nothing to do with you, that don't touch you, and never will. I've never hit a woman in my life, but for one minute I want to punch her in the face, give her a taste of the pain she's so casually describing.

Gayle Forman

#21. I long to see [Jesus] face to face, to hear His voice and touch Him. In the day I go to be with Him, there will be no unfulfilled longings or disappointments. He will welcome me into His mansion, answer my questions, and teach me the wisdom of the ages.

Billy Graham

#22. I'd seen a lot of handsome men in my life, but Frank was absolutely beautiful. I could stare at him all day. I wanted to touch him, not just in the standard erogenous zones, but to move my fingers over every inch of his skin until I'd memorized his face and body the way he memorized his books.

Nicole Castle

#23. What'd you do to your face?" she asks, folding her arms. I touch my chin. "I grew a beard." "Well ungrow it. It looks like a vagina from a 1970s porn film.

Emma Chase

#24. freedom. To be able to move three of my limbs, curl up my body, touch my swollen face! To be able to

Lisa Regan

#25. A bead of liquid appears at her hairline and slides down her face. When it hits her cheek, I can't tell if the drop is from the beer or from her eyes. My hand moves, the need to touch her more powerful than thought. Before I know what I'm doing, I wipe away the wetness.

Katie McGarry

#26. come to the brink of eternity from which nothing can vanish - no hope, no happiness, no vision of a face seen through tears. Oh, dip my emptied life into that ocean, plunge it into the deepest fullness. Let me for once feel that lost sweet touch in the allness of the universe. Deity

Rabindranath Tagore

#27. He raised his bony fingers as if to touch me and I steeled myself not to flinch as his hand, still smoldering, neared my face.
He rattled and spoke his last words. Worth ... the ... fall.

Gwen Hayes

#28. Blake took her face in his hands. You let me touch you. Kiss you. Your skin? It feels like piano keys. My hands know just where to go.

Debra Anastasia

#29. The pages and the words are my world, spread out before your eyes and for your hand to touch. Vaguely, I can see you face looking down into me, as I look back. Do you see my eyes?

Markus Zusak

#30. As a child, growing up in Hampstead, North London, I was shockingly fair-skinned. Holidays involved me spending the second and third day face-down on a bed, shrieking should anyone touch my blistered skin.

Jane Green

#31. My first impulse is not to grab her or kiss her or yell at her. I simple want to touch her cheek, still flushed from the night's performance. I want to cut through the space that separates us, measured in feet-not miles, not continents, not years-and to take a callused finger to her face.

Gayle Forman

#32. I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses ... the smell of your hair, the taste of your skin, the touch of your breath on my face. I want to see you in the final hour of my life ... to lie in your arms as I take my last breath.

Lisa Kleypas

#33. As a grown woman, I saw the first black president reach down a hand and touch the face of a child like I once was, lifting his eyes toward a better future. But I have never, ever, in all my years seen a leader so committed to delivering that better future to America's children as Hillary Clinton.

Donna Brazile

#34. He gives me a kiss. It's slow and silky, and it makes me melt all over. He caresses my face, and I tilt my head into his touch.

Susan Ee

#35. Tears secretly falling down the sides of my face. I didnt touch them. I cry in the dark, no one could tell

Holly Hood

#36. I will teach you many things, little star." He has that look on his face that I can't read. His eyes seem even darker than I remember. They're a contrast to the softness of his touch on my cheek and lips.

Alexa Riley

#37. His hands cover mine until I release his hair, and he guides them to his face, closing his eyes like he's feeling my touch in his soul. He nods. These hands ... only these hands

Jewel E. Ann

#38. Love had still seemed like such a paltry thing in the face of all my doubts then, much the way it felt now. David had worries my love couldn't touch, fears my love couldn't easily dispel. My love seemed like a well-worn blanket instead of the titanium shield I needed.

Andrea Lochen

#39. He cupped my face in his hands and my eyes closed at his touch. My Ellie. My beautiful girl. I will burn for you. I will die for you.

Karina Halle

#40. Touched by an angel, my ass!" roared the woman, whom I recognized despite the ash covering her face: Moondance. "I'll touch you, asshole!" She fired again.

Carol Goodman

#41. He sighs and bows his head, burying his face in his hands. I touch his hair. His ears. Bear may be my rock, but Dom is the force that moves me.

T.J. Klune

#42. You'll never forget how it feels when I touch you." He pinched me, wrenching a breathy moan from my lips."Never." His teeth graced over my breast. "You'll never forget how it feels when I taste you." I smashed my face into a pillow as he sucked greedily. "Never. I promise. I promise forever.

Pepper Winters

#43. Fly with me, touch the face of the true God. And then cry with joy at the depth of my love.

PJ Harvey

#44. I was very glad afterwards to have had the interview; for, in her face and in her voice, and in her touch, she gave me the assurance, that suffering had been stronger than Miss Havisham's teaching, and had given her a heart to understand what my heart used to be.

Charles Dickens

#45. What do you see when you touch me now?" Riff asked, his gaze searching Zed's face. Once again, Zed sensed that electric zing of sexual awareness. Riff Definitely knew what he wanted, "Enough heat to set me on fire. Hunger that matches my own.

Marguerite Labbe

#46. When I would visit my octopus friend, Octavia, at New England aquarium, usually she would look me in the face, flow right over to see me, and flush red with emotion when she took my arms in hers. Often when I'd stroke her she'd turn white beneath my touch, the colour of a relaxed octopus.

Sy Montgomery

#47. He made my body remember what it was for. His touch on my skin, his breath on my face, his smell, all of it so desperately needed, so utterly wanted. It

Mary Calmes

#48. I love how you feel in my arms, how you respond to my touch and how your face takes on an expression of pure rapture when we make love. When we're apart I ache to be with you. There is no doubt in my mind that what I feel for you is the truest, deepest form of love possible.

Wendy S. Marcus

#49. Afterward she lies nestled against me, her hair tickling my face. I stroke her lightly, memorizing her body. I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin.

Sara Gruen

#50. Men who hurt Women are my favorite men to kill. Touch her and I'll send you straight to hell - with a smile on my face!

Pamela Clare