Intellectually I touched God many times as truth and emotionally I touched God as love. I touched God as goodness. I touched God as kindness. It came to me that God is a creative force, a motivating power, an over-all intelligence, an ever-present, all pervading spirit - which binds everything in the universe together and gives life to everything. That brought God close. I could not be where God is not. You are within God. God is within you.
There is emotion in the hug, and there is respect and a form of love. Emotion that comes from honesty, respect that comes from challenge, and the form of love that exists between people whose minds have touched, whose hearts have touched, whose souls have touched. Our minds touched. Our hearts touched. Our souls touched. We separate.
FOR EACH FORGOTTEN KISS<BR /> FOR ALL THE MEMORIES<BR /> FOR ALL THE TIMES ALONE<BR /> SAID, ALL WE HAD TO SAY<BR /> <BR /> YOU PLAYED YOUR PART SO WELL<BR /> A MODERN ROMEO<BR /> YOU CAME ON CUPID'S WINGS<BR /> AND THEN YOU FLEW AWAY<BR /> <BR /> WHEN YOU TOUCH MY FACE<BR /> WHEN YOU CALL MY NAME<BR /> I'M BURNED WITH DESIRE<BR /> <BR /> WHEN YOU TOUCHED MY FACE<BR /> WHEN YOU CALL MY NAME<BR /> I'M BURNED WITH DESIRE<BR /> BUT YOU LEFT ME IN THE RAIN<BR /> <BR /> FOR EVERY SLEEPLESS NIGHT<BR /> FOREVER IN YOUR ARMS<BR /> FOR EVERY HOUR SPENT<BR /> LOST IN THE REVERY<BR /> <BR /> YOU BROKE YOUR PROMISES<BR /> NO SHAME AND NO REGRETS<BR /> YOU BURNED THE BRIDGES TOO<BR /> AN ENDLESS MYSTERY<BR /> <BR /> WHEN YOU TOUCHED MY FACE<BR /> WHEN YOU CALL MY NAME<BR /> I'M BURNED WITH DESIRE<BR /> <BR /> WHEN YOU TOUCHED MY FACE, SO BEAUTIFUL<BR /> WHEN YOU CALL MY NAME, MY NAME<BR /> I'M BURNED WITH DESIRE<BR /> BUT YOU LEFT ME IN THE RAIN<BR /> <BR /> WHEN YOU TOUCHED MY FACE<BR /> WHEN YOU CALL MY NAME<BR /> I'M BURNED WITH DESIRE<BR /> <BR /> WHEN YOU TOUCHED MY FACE, SO BEAUTIFUL<BR /> WHEN YOU CALL MY NAME, MY NAME<BR /> I'M BURNED WITH DESIRE<BR /> BUT YOU LEFT ME IN THE RAIN<BR /> <BR /> WHEN YOU TOUCHED MY FACE<BR /> WHEN YOU CALL MY NAME<BR /> I'M BURNED WITH DESIRE<BR /> <BR /> WHEN YOU TOUCHED MY FACE, SO BEAUTIFUL<BR /> WHEN YOU CALL MY NAME, MY NAME<BR /> I'M BURNED WITH DESIRE<BR /> BUT YOU LEFT ME IN THE RAIN
Armin Van Buuren F/
You all right?" he said again. I didn't love him, I was far away from him, it was as though I was seeing him through a smeared window or glossy paper; he didn't belong here. But he existed, he deserved to be alive. I was wishing I could tell him how to change so he could get there, the place where I was. "Yes, " I said. I touched him on the arm with my hand. My hand touched his arm. Hand touched arm. Language divides us into fragments, I wanted to be whole.
Everyone must leave something behind when he dies... Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die... It doesn't matter what you do, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away.
Dresden's not gone, ' I said. I touched a hand lightly to my brow. 'He's here.' I touched Will's bare chest, on the left side. 'Here. Without him, without what he's done over the years, you and I would never have been able to pull this off.' 'No, ' he agreed. 'Probably not. Definitely not.' 'There are a lot of people he's taught. Trained. Defended. And he's been an example. No single one of us can ever be what he was. But together, maybe we can.
There are few of us but who have been touched somehow by death. Some may not have been touched closely by it nor yet have kept vigil with it, but somewhere along our lives, most of us are sorely bereft of someone near and deeply cherished - and all of us will some day meet it face to face.
Richard L. Evans
Simon stopped breathing until her forefinger touched his nipple, and then his hand shot up to cover hers. "I want you, " he said. Her eyes flicked downward, and her lips curved ever so slightly. "I know." "No, " he groaned, pulling her closer. "I want to be in your heart. I want-" His entire body shuddered when their skin touched. "I want to be in your soul.
Simon stopped breathing until her forefinger touched his nipple, and then his hand shot up to cover hers. "I want you," he said. Her eyes flicked downward, and her lips curved ever so slightly. "I know." "No," he groaned, pulling her closer. "I want to be in your heart. I want-" His entire body shuddered when their skin touched. "I want to be in your soul.
He will long be remembered as one of the great Christian thinkers of our century, with a childlike faith and a profound compassion toward others. It can rarely be said of an individual that his life touched many others and affected them for the better; it will be said of Francis Schaeffer that his life touched millions of souls and brought them to the truth of their creator.
The hand descended. Nearer and nearer it came. It touched the ends of his upstanding hair. He shrank down under it. It followed down after him, pressing more closely against him. Shrinking, almost shivering. He still managed to hold himself together. It was a torment, this hand that touched him and violated his instinct. He could not forget in a day all the evil that had been wrought him at the hands of men.
I was about to look away when he reached across the seat, touched my jaw with his long, strong, beautiful fingers, and caressed my face. Being touched by Jericho Barrons with kindness makes you feel like you must be the most special person in the world. It's like walking up to the biggest, most savage lion in the jungle, lying down, placing your head it its mouth and, rather than taking your life, it licks you and purrs.
Karen Marie Moning
It is a kind of church, back in these last cores. It may not be your church -- this last one percent of the West "" but it is mine, and I am asking unashamedly to be allowed to continue worshipping the miracle of the planet, and the worship of a natural system not yet touched, never touched by the machines of man. A place with the residue of God "" the scent, feel, sight, taste, and sound of God "" forever fresh upon it
The life of Lincoln should never be passed by in silence by young or old. He touched the log cabin and it became the palace in which greatness was nurtured. He touched the forest and it became to him a church in which the purest and noblest worship of God was observed. His occupation has become associated in our minds with the integrity of the life he lived. In Lincoln there was always some quality that fastened him to the people and taught their to keep time to the music of his heart.
I should have asked why any room in the house was better than home to me when she entered it, and barren as a desert when she went out again-why I always noticed and remembered the little changes in her dress that I had noticed and remembered in no other woman's before-why I saw her, heard her, and touched her (when we shook hands at night and morning) as I had never seen, heard, and touched any other woman in my life?
Sure. You want to be touched, inspired and made to feel alive. But a relationship is like a bridge where you meet other people half-way. That means if you want to be touched, inspired and made to feel alive, you have to be touching, inspiring and bring the fire of your aliveness to the union of your companionship.