Quotes about caresses (16 Quotes)

He had known the love that is fed on caresses and feeds them; but this passion that was closer than his bones was not to be superficially satisfied.

The Mexican, in contrast, is familiar with death. (He) jokes about it, caresses it, sleeps with it, celebrates it. It is one of his favorite toys and his most steadfast love.

Be always lavish of your caresses, and sparing in your corrections.

Old hands soil, it seems, whatever they caress, but they too have their beauty when they are joined in prayer. Young hands were made for caresses and the sheathing of love. It is a pity to make them join too soon.

Didn't even knew what love meant before she appeared in my life. Only know I understand that great love does not consist neither of dependency to a person, nor of selfishness, but is much more than this. It is like when you immerse in the eternity of your own soul, in that place which you think belong only to toy, but where you meet the other. Only there you feel her deep look and you realize that you are eternally present in her soul and in her most private parts of her being. You realise that nothing matters, not to cry, not to shout. You realize that everything there is and everything there will be does not even exist, are not worth the smallest leaf which fell from the tree of the live of each one of us. And then you feel the need to touch the soul with your hand, to embrace it, to feel its breath, to know it closer to you than you are yourself. You want to kiss it, to share your entire life with it. Love has such an impact that you understand that it is much above what you call life, Then you realise that no matter how much you try to embrace it, and kiss it, and feel its breath, all that can never be done, because you kill kiss only the man, you will feel his breath and embrace it. You will realize that that soul will be much above your life. As you are above hers. You will understand that being with that soul is not possible through caresses, not word, nor kisses, but much more, though an unprecedented torment that you will not be able to sustain, no matter how much you want it, as it is so painfully sweet, a consuming fire that will burn in you in all the eternal moment of your life. And what else remains What remains in my place and in hers The ashes of a memory From which a new love will resurrect as the Phoenix bird From the ashes of this crazy torment This is our life, the life of the soul mates, of always seeking one another and when they find each other they consume with the love of their love.

Sex pleasure in woman is a kind of magic spell; it demands complete abandon; if words or movements oppose the magic of caresses, the spell is broken.

felt the solidarity of all of you ... by caresses on her hair, holding of her hand, praying with her until her very last minutes.

Be grateful for the kindly friends that walk along your way Be grateful for the skies of blue that smile from day to day Be grateful for the health you own, the work you find to do, For round about you there are men less fortunate than you. Be grateful for the growing trees, the roses soon to bloom, The tenderness of kindly hearts that shared your days of gloom Be grateful for the morning dew, the grass beneath your feet, The soft caresses of your babes and all their laughter sweet. Acquire the grateful habit, learn to see how blest you are, How much there is to gladden life, how little life to mar And what if rain shall fall today and you with grief are sad Be grateful that you can recall the joys that you have had.

So rests the sky against the earth. The dark still tarn in the lap of the forest. As a husband embraces his wife's body in faithful tenderness, so the bare ground and trees are embraced by the still, high, light of the morning. I feel an ache of longing to share in this embrace, to be united and absorbed. A longing like carnal desire, but directed towards earth, water, sky, and returned by the whispers of the trees, the fragrance of the soil, the caresses of the wind, the embrace of water and light. Content No, no, no but refreshed, rested while waiting.

The time comes to every dog when it ceases to care for people merely for biscuits or bones, or even for caresses, and walks out of doors. When a dog really loves, it prefers the person who gives it nothing, and perhaps is too ill ever to take it out for exercise, to all the liberal cooks and active dogboys in the world.

One of the animals which a generous and sociable man would soonest become is a dog. A dog can have a friend he has affections and character, he can equally enjoy the field and the fireside he dreams, he caresses, he propitiates he offends, and is pardoned he stands by you in adversity he is a good fellow.

I was with this girl the other night and from the way she was responding to my skillful caresses, you would have sworn that she was conscious from the top of her head to the tag on her toes.

Woman cannot be content with health and agility she must make exorbitant efforts to appear something that never could exist without a diligent perversion of nature. Is it too much to ask that women be spared the daily struggle for superhuman beauty in order to offer it to the caresses of a subhumanly ugly mate.

Caresses, expressions of one sort or another, are necessary to the life of the affections as leaves are to the life of a tree. If they are wholly restrained, love will die at the roots.

Then can we know where death begins Death begins from the first looks, the first whispers of love, from the first kisses, caresses and sex, when the being feels it shivers from the worm wind of the moments that gently wraps it and it wants not no lose the life of so many ancestors whose bones are in present breath of the being. Mans subconscious transmits that it in only through sex that he will be able to stay along with the bones and flesh of its ancestors by maintaining life that is merely a prelude of death. Then the being will vibrate loving and longing for a partner of opposite sex trying to understand the sexual impulse that dominated him but without being able to relate it to love because this in only possible when he knows the truth about the being and it is hidden somewhere in his sacred self. The truth on the birth of a new death lies in the sexual orgasm and it will be brought to this world as an offspring, following its path to the grave just as his forefathers, with blood and sweat, with hard work, despair and happiness, with fulfilment and tears. And this way the first kiss is born, the first flower is offered, along with the first stanzas from a poem of the Sacred Self.

Anything, anything would be better than this agony of mind, this creeping pain that gnaws and fumbles and caresses one and never hurts quite enough