Wanted To Touch Quotes

#1. The first time I went to see a Second City show, I was in awe of everything. I just wanted to touch the same stage that Gilda Radner had walked on. It was sacred ground.

Tina Fey

#2. One evening, when I was yet in my nurse's arms, I wanted to touch the tea urn, which was boiling merrily ... My nurse would have taken me away from the urn, but my mother said "Let him touch it." So I touched it - and that was my first lesson in the meaning of liberty.

John Ruskin

#3. He watched as Finnikin swung onto the horse, his sleeve stained with blood. Froi liked the way Finnikin reached behind him and took Evanjalin's hand, placing it around his waist. It made everything seem normal because Finnikin always wanted to touch her.

Melina Marchetta

#4. He was looking at me, and I wondered whether he could feel how much I wanted to touch him.

Dana Reinhardt

#5. We wanted to touch them with our action.

Connie Sellecca

#6. Bad enough when a man wanted to touch but could only look. Worse yet when he'd touched and not even noticed.

Helen Fielding

#7. I wanted to know you," he told me. "I didn't want to know you," he continued, confusing me. "I wanted to touch you. I wanted to touch you. I would have died just to touch you. One time. I would have needed just the one time.

Fisher Amelie

#8. Nobody wanted to touch Decline III when they found out what it was about.

Penelope Spheeris

#9. Because I'd wanted to touch him more than I'd wanted my next breath.

Sarina Bowen

#10. He wanted to taste nothing unless it was the sweetness of her mouth, the musk of her arousal, the salt of her tears, wanted to touch nothing unless it was the silk of her hair, her soft curves, wanted to breathe nothing unless it had come from her lungs.

Pamela Clare

#11. How much longer on the divan? Why does sex have to mean everything? OK, it can mean something, but why everything? Why do thirty years have to go down the toilet because I wanted to touch somebody else? Am I missing something? Is this what it comes down to? Why does the sex have to mean everything?

Zadie Smith

#12. I wanted to touch the edges of my life - the same instinct, I think, that inspires young mortals to flip tractors and enlist in foreign wars.

Karen Russell

#13. Gavin thought of Adante and how she was like a blue flame, so mesmerizing, so beautiful and as much as he wanted to touch her, he knew it would only hurt them both in the end.

Jasmine Angell

#14. Abra looked at his sunny hair, tight-curled now, and at the eyes that seemed so near to tears, and she felt the longing and itching burn in her chest that is the beginning of love. Also, she wanted to touch Aron, and she did. She put her hand on his arm and felt him shiver under her fingers.

John Steinbeck

#15. She wanted to touch him because Hunter looked like he needed someone to be gentle with him for five minutes.

Brigid Kemmerer

#16. I wanted to touch him, to tell him that even if everyone left everyone, I would never leave him, he talked and talked, his words fell through him, trying to find the floor to his sadness.

Jonathan Safran Foer

#17. Being around you was the sweetest torture. I wanted to touch you, hold you, kiss you. I wanted all of you." His shoulders slumped. "But I was afraid of what would happen if I gave in my desire. If I let myself love you.

Danielle L. Jensen

#18. I wanted to touch her; just cup my hand over the curve of her cheek and tell her to make this moment last, because before she knew it she'd be like me, a witness to someone else's moment.

Jodi Picoult

#19. But here is the thing about the stars and all of it's faults: We don't understand everything about it, but we still love it's beauty and wonder. We know of all the dangers, but we would still go there just because we wanted to touch the stars.

Shannon L. Alder

#20. He wouldn't kill me. He might not even hurt me - there had been several instances where I could've sworn he didn't want this violent life. But he wanted to touch me, and he was roguish enough to do whatever he thought necessary to reach that end goal. Like lock me in a room. Asshat. After

Laura Thalassa

#21. Some never spoke another word. Some never married. Some couldn't look at a woman again, even their own mothers and sisters. Some wanted to touch and hold lovers, but their arms could not embrace.

Daniel Black

#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. I wanted to touch on the piece where often politicians use "god" to excuse their actions.

Erin McKeown

#24. His eyes were dark, dangerous, and not at all cold. He burned with an internal inferno she wanted to touch. She stared into the gaze of a tiger and knew, even as she watched the cat retreat into the camouflage of a gentleman: The Duke of Wakefield was the Ghost of St. Giles.

Elizabeth Hoyt

#25. Because when I said I wanted to touch the moon you took my hand, held me close, and taught me how to fly.

Tahereh Mafi

#26. He wanted to touch her, to tame her, to take her in his arms and make love to her until they were both exhausted and unable to think of anything beyond their embrace. He wanted to sink into her rich ebony curls, her beautiful eyes, her infinite softness and never return.

Sarah MacLean

#27. Touching her now, after her gratifyingly loud and spectacularly animated release, calmed me even as it stoked a frenzied fire of need. I wanted to touch her everywhere. And for always. What

Penny Reid

#28. I wanted to touch him like he was a bunny, a kitten, something so special and soft your fingertips can't leave it alone.

E. Lockhart

#29. Eliza has the sky in her eyes and I've always wanted to touch the goddamn sky.

Tiffanie DeBartolo

#30. I knew the past wasn't real. It was only an idea, and the thing I'd wanted to touch, to brush against, the feeling I couldn't name - it just didn't exist. It was only an idea, too.

Nic Pizzolatto

#31. The faint freckle on her throat sent another thrill through him. He wanted to touch it, to whisper against it, I've found you. For that matter, the slope of her neck begged to be brushed with a hand. His hand, before he cupped her nape and guided her gently backward onto a bed .

Meredith Duran

#32. Her pain was so jagged. You couldn't touch her without it slicing through you too. I wanted to fold myself around her and absorb the rest of the blows life would deliver.

Tarryn Fisher

#33. Her fingers gripped my back. I knew that there would be marks, but I didn't care. She could leave her mark. I wanted her to. No one else would ever touch me again. No one else would ever touch her. I wanted to mark her for myself.

Jenni Moen

#34. He wanted to lie with Marc and touch him everywhere, give him pleasure and purge his bad memories from him. He wanted to consume him and be consumed by him.

Darien Cox

#35. I wanted to see you again, touch you, know who you were, see if I would find you identical with the ideal image of you which had remained with me and perhaps shatter my dream with the aid of reality.
-Claude Frollo

Victor Hugo

#36. KIM: I wanted to make it on my own.
KURT: You will. The problem is, sometimes you just need one person to put you in touch with the other. It's how it all starts.

Sam Crescent

#37. What I wanted to do was to get that sense of being in touch with this lost world while holding onto what draws readers and audiences there in the first place.

Stephen Greenblatt

#38. And it was good just to hold her and touch the softness of her skin. He wanted to hold her hard, not to hurt her but to keep her safe, to show her that he was strong enough to protect her. Her beauty was like fire and strange music, and he loved her.

L.J.Smith

#39. Beneath his exhaustion, he radiated a serenity that suggested nothing in this place could touch him. Maybe nothing in this world could touch him. It was one of the most beautiful things she'd ever seen. She wanted to be that way, too: at peace with herself, autonomous, free.

Lauren Kate

#40. When I was in the eighth grade, I wrote this huge long paper about how I had no idea what I was gonna do with my life, but that I wanted to make a difference and touch even if it was like one person's life ... inspire them.

Shantel VanSanten

#41. As he pushes aside a piece of my hair, tucking it behind my ear, he seductively whispers, "Dahlia, I want you. I want to kiss you, touch you, make you come over and over again. I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you

Kim Karr

#42. True. There is
a beautiful Jesus.
He is frozen to his bones like a chunk of beef.
How desperately he wanted to pull his arms in!
How desperately I touch his vertical and horizontal axes!
But I can't. Need is not quite belief.

Anne Sexton

#43. He wanted to possess her mouth, her body, her mind and heart. To touch every deep, soft and secret part of her: the tender arch of her palate, the vulnerable curve beneath each breast, the snug corner of her heart where his memory lived.

-Luke's thoughts

Tessa Dare

#44. She shouldn't encourage him, shouldn't be allowing him to kiss her, to touch her. He was a dragon, the son of Ares, and dangerous. Yet, she wanted more of him. No, she craved more. It was crazy. They just met.

Lia Davis

#45. I wrap an arm around his waist. If I'm honest, I wanted this as much as the blowjob - the right to just touch him. To lean on him, skin to skin.

Sarina Bowen

#46. Of course, I have given my engineers some headaches over the years, but they go with me. I have always wanted my buildings to be as light as possible, to touch the ground gently, to swoop and soar, and to surprise.

Oscar Niemeyer

#47. She'd seen what was between his legs and she wasn't ashamed to admit she wanted to see it again. More than just see it. Touch and taste would be a good start.

Katie Reus

#48. You undo me, Savannah. Every time I look at you, I feel like a teenager. I can't stop thinking about you, or wanting to touch you. I've never wanted to kiss someone so badly or so often. It's overwhelming to be so thoroughly captivated by someone so much better than me. And you are better than me.

Ayden K. Morgen

#49. Her hand slid beneath his shirt with all the practiced grace of a thief. But this time she wanted him to feel her touch, her palms gliding over his ribs and around his back, fingertips digging into her shoulder blades.

V.E Schwab

#50. When he saw her, he wanted to be with her; when he was with her, he ached to touch her; when he touched even her hand, he wanted to embrace her.

Cassandra Clare

#51. It occurred to me that with all of today's technologies, there were now more ways than ever to know with abosolute certainty that no one wanted to get in touch with me

Linwood Barclay

#52. He'd always enjoyed the slow, sexy build of foreplay, loved women's bodies and all the mysterious, amazing things they could do, but with Lacey, he couldn't detach. Kissing meant he had to touch. Touching meant he wanted to crush her under him. Getting her under him meant he had to be inside her,

Anne Calhoun

#53. He seemed to only want to touch her, and now she wanted to cry harder. He loved her? He loved her. Mila

T.S. Joyce

#54. His pride demanded he make her pay, make her weak for him, make her beg shamelessly for a mere touch. He wanted her hot and soaking wet, bearing the mark of his whip - no, his cane. He wanted to hear her call him her Master.

April Vine

#55. I wanted to imprint his touch, his taste, even the scent of him so solidly inside me that no one could take them away from me.

Becca Fitzpatrick

#56. Before he bent his head, I knew what he was going to do. Touch his lips to mine. Oh, and I wanted him to ... I stilled, hardly daring to breathe. The old refrain of cant and shouldn't sank beneath the weight of new worlds like please and yes.

Ann Aguirre

#57. After Dynasty, I wanted a reality check. I wanted to get in touch with real life, you know? That kind of world is outrageous.

Linda Evans

#58. All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.

Tahereh Mafi

#59. When I was an adolescent I wanted to be a Jew, a Bolshevik, black, homosexual, a junkie, half-crazy, and--the crowning touch-- a one-armed amputee, but all I became was a literature professor.

Roberto Bolano

#60. He just wanted to stand close to her, touch her hair that was white as glacier milk ...

Janet Fitch

#61. He had never missed God or the hope of heaven, but he had dearly wanted confession to rest his mind, Communion to let him touch something beyond Father Krone's dry, shaky hand, and holy water to taste like starlight.

Peter S. Beagle

#62. His heart was now beating rapidly. He wanted to embrace her, cover her with kisses, caress her hair, touch her breast, stroke her thighs: he wanted to sing songs for her, dance dances for her, write poems for her.

Andrew M. Greeley

#63. I got in touch with my agent and told him I wanted to start going out on things again.

Tina Yothers

#64. It all comes from the mind. I've seen the most incredible success stories because a person had a dream and it was so powerful no one could touch it. He'd feel it, believe it, think about it all day and night. That would inspire him to do things necessary to get the results he wanted.

Arnold Schwarzenegger

#65. 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

#66. That night I looked up at those same stars, but I didn't want any of those things. I didn't want Egypt, or France, or far-flung destinations. I just wanted to go back to my life from my childhood, just to visit it, and touch it, and to convince myself that yes, it had been real.

Jenny Lawson

#67. He was on fire, she could almost touch the rage. He could scare people. He could make anyone afraid, if he wanted to.

Benjamin Alire Saenz

#68. Sculpture is for the touch, painting is for the eye. I wanted to make a sculpture for the eye and a painting for the touch.

Richard Artschwager

#69. I hardly knew what to do. I wanted, of course, to rush down to Washington Square and grip the poor blighter silently by the hand; and then, thinking it over, I hadn't the nerve. Absent treatment seemed the touch. I gave it him in waves.

P.G. Wodehouse

#70. If she had touched me," he said very softly, "I would have been hers and not my own, not ever again. I wanted her to touch me but I could not let her. No cat will. We let human beings caress us because it is pleasant enough and calms them - but not her. The price is more than a cat can pay.

Peter S. Beagle

#71. One of the quiet agonies of life, is seeing people who love something, lose touch with what made them happy. It can happen to anybody.

No matter what you do for a living, where you live, or who you're with, it's important to remember why you wanted to do something for the first time.

Jason Gay

#72. Oh boy. His chest was smooth and warm and hard as stone, and she
wanted to both touch and nibble.
And lick. Could she pretty please lick?

Jill Shalvis

#73. Dillan didn't just kiss. He slow danced. We moved in sync. I wanted to lose myself in him. In his touch. Right then the world seemed like such a perfect place.

Kate Evangelista

#74. She carried her head high enough - even when we believed that she was fallen. It was as if she demanded more than ever the recognition of her dignity as the last Grierson; as if it had wanted that touch of earthiness to reaffirm her imperviousness

William Faulkner

#75. With the kids around, this is a different world to me. I spend a lot of time with them till they go to their playschool. I wake up early, have breakfast with them. I come back from work and am with them again till they go to bed by 10 P.M. Touch wood, this is what I wanted always.

Sanjay Dutt

#76. She wanted nothing more than someone to miss, to touch, with whom to speak like a child, with whom to be a child.

Jonathan Safran Foer

#77. Today the Justice Department released e-mails where Walker criticized America. In the e-mails he said he never wanted to set foot in America again. See, that's the good part about hanging somebody. Their feet don't touch the ground.

Jay Leno

#78. Kissing meant he had to touch. Touching meant he wanted to crush her under him. Getting her under him meant he had to be inside her, and when he got there the only thing that kept him from losing it and going all caveman on her was the knowledge that he'd scare her to death if he did.

Anne Calhoun

#79. He was a bridger. He created you to touch other cultures. He wanted you to reach as far as you could.

Greg Egan

#80. Hearing him say it now, that is was my birthday present, touched me in the last place I wanted him to touch me. My heart.

Jenny Han

#81. That was what finally decided me. I wanted to be near him, to touch him, but what I really wanted more than that was answers, for the conflict within me to end. I needed control.

Cristina Rayne

#82. She wanted to die of orgasmic pleasure, thinking about and realizing everything that had always been forbidden to her: she begged him to touch her, to force her, to use her in any way he wanted.

Paulo Coelho

#83. People have told me 'Betty, Facebook is a great way to keep in touch with old friends ... '
.. At my age, if I wanted to keep in touch with old friends, I'd need a Ouija board

Betty White

#84. She was uneasy, perturbed to her last fibre. She wanted to remain clear, with no touch on her. A wild instinct made her shrink away from any hands which might be laid on her.

D.H. Lawrence

#85. He wanted his noises to touch the others; friendly noises could melt hostility.

Rohinton Mistry

#86. He was hers.
To have and hold. Not forever, maybe
not forever, for sure
and not figuratively. But literally. And now. Now, he was hers. And he wanted her to touch him. He was like a cat who pushes its head under your hands.

Rainbow Rowell

#87. Jude, it was so hard seeing you day after day, that fucking smile of yours, those eyes, that snarky sense of humor. I wanted you so badly, and not being able to even touch you felt like trying to breathe under a mountain of snow.

Nash Summers

#88. I hated that I let him touch my sweat, that he knew how I kissed. I wanted to collect my things from him, but the things were only moments.

Stephanie Klein

#89. He knew what she wanted, and he wanted it, too; he was ready, but not, despite her gorgeousness, with Tiglah. Tiglah was not worth losing his ability to touch a unicorn.

Madeleine L'Engle

#90. The thing I ran up against was everybody wanted a song so fast. It took me two years to finish 'Touch Me in the Morning.'

Michael Masser

#91. I found in one of the tombs an inscription saying, 'If you touch my tomb, you will be eaten by a crocodile and hippopotamus.' It doesn't mean the hippo will eat you, it means the person really wanted his tomb to be protected.

Zahi Hawass

#92. I'd just known I wanted her happy. It was important to me.
But I knew why now. She was special. The kind of special that is hard to find in this life. The kind of special most people don't get to touch. It's the rare kind that, when you find it, you know it's worth fighting for.

Abbi Glines

#93. In French, there is an old expression, la patte, meaning the artist's touch, his personal style, his 'paw'. I wanted to get away from la patte and from all that retinal painting.

Marcel Duchamp

#94. With Lizard, I felt overwhelmed by the desire to touch her skin, to kiss her, hold her, make love to her,no matter how it happened, I just had to have her, Lizard and no one else. Right then and there. Tears came to my eyes, I wanted her so much.

Banana Yoshimoto

#95. Cinderella said to snow white, how does love get so off course? All I wanted was a white knight with a good heart, soft touch, fast horse.

Faith Hill

#96. Maybe I wanted to have kids because you want to leave behind lessons, leave behind everything that matters to you. That's how you touch the world. But I have to reconsider what it's like to leave a legacy.

Mattie Stepanek

#97. This is why we said 'ain't'
and 'he don't'.
We wanted words to fit
our cold linoleum,
our oil lamps, our
outhouse. We knew
better but it was wrong
to use a language
that named ghosts,
nothing you could touch.

Vern Rustsala

#98. I didn't want to be draped in silk. All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart. I saw the world and its lack of compassion, its harsh, grating judgement, and its cold, resentful eyes. I saw it all around me.

Tahereh Mafi

#99. At 19, I basically held the position that if you were intellectually honest and really wanted to get in touch with political reality then you had to smell tear-gas.

Thomas Metzinger

#100. I always thought of him in terms of a duck, you know? Lancelot Satterwhite is to adoration as a duck is to water. He only wanted to be swimming around in a great pool of it, but it never soaked in to touch him, just always rolled off." "Sounds

Lauren Groff