Home / Quotes / Quote by Valentine Glass

Quote by Valentine Glass

“I joked it must have something to do with the delicate precision of his fingers, honed through his playing, but it was a faint joke. He had too much muscle memory to be anything less than tender and exacting in touching anything that might make music.”

Quote by Valentine Glass

Book:The Temptation of Eden

Work

The Temptation of Eden

Browse quotes and source details for this work. more

Author

Valentine Glass

Browse famous quotes and profile details for Valentine Glass. more

You May Also Like

“Jude, he'd said, running a hand up my calf, are you afraid of me?”

Touching Holly Black The Folk Of The Air Jude Duarte Cardan Greenbriar Jude Cardan Question Afraid The Wicked King

Book:The Wicked King

Source: The Wicked King

“He reached a hand toward me, and I shuddered as he ran cool, wet fingers down my stinging aching cheek. Blood- that was blood on them. And from the stickiness of my face, I knew there was already enough blood splattered on me that it wouldn't make a difference.”

Blood Affection Sarah J Maas Feyre Feyre Archeron Touching A Court Of Thorns And Roses Tamlin Shuddering Aching

Book:A Court of Thorns and Roses

Source: A Court of Thorns and Roses

“His hand beneath mine was warm, large enough where mine didn't cover nearly all of it, his skin soft and his bones hard ridges that tensed at the touch of my skin. What are you doing? I thought furiously at it. My lips opened to say sorry, and I went to pull my hand away, but before I could do either of those things, his hand flipped over, our palms meeting as he threaded his fingers through mine. It was like when I was a freshman in high school and held a boy's hand for the very first time. The touch of his skin on mine made me tingle all the way up my arm, and the way he squeezed my hand, reassuringly but also firmly, as if to say, this is the way I'd squeeze around your nipple or cup your ass to press you up against me.”

Hands Intimate Touching

Book:Best Served Hot

Source: Best Served Hot

“Where are you going?” He looked over his shoulder at me. “If I stay, you won’t get any sleep.” “Stay,” I said. “I promise to keep my hands to myself.” Lie—such an outright lie. He gave me a half smile that told me he knew it, too, but nestled down, tugging me into his arms. I wrapped an arm around his waist and rested my head in the hollow of his shoulder. He idly stroked my hair. I didn’t want to sleep—didn’t want to lose a minute with him—but an immense exhaustion was pulling me away from consciousness, until all I knew was the touch of his fingers in my hair and the sounds of his breathing.”

Intimate Goodbye Feyre Touching Lie Tamlin Stay Hold

Book:A Court of Thorns and Roses

Source: A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Say something.” I struggled to get the word out. “What?” “My name.” I wasn’t sure why he wanted me to say that, and I didn’t know how it would feel to say it again after all this time, but I drew in a deep breath. “Rider.” Another breath shuddered through me. “Rider Stark.” His throat worked and, for a heartbeat, neither of us moved as a steamy breeze tossed strands of hair across my face. Then he dropped his notebook to the pavement. I was surprised it didn’t burst into dust. His long-legged pace ate up the distance. One second there was several feet between us, and in the next breath he was right there in front of me. He was so much taller now. I barely reached his shoulders. And then his arms were around me. My heart exploded as those strong arms pulled me against his chest. There was a moment where I froze, and then my arms swept around his neck. I held on, squeezing my eyes shut as I inhaled the clean scent and the lingering trace of aftershave. This was him. His hugs were different now, stronger and tighter. He lifted me clear off my feet, one arm around my waist, the other hand buried deep in my hair, and my breasts were mushed against his surprisingly hard chest. Whoa. His hugs were most definitely different than they were when we were twelve. “Jesus, Mouse, you don’t even know...” His voice was gruff and thick as he set me back on my feet, but he didn’t let go. One arm stayed around my waist. His other hand fisted the ends of my hair. His chin grazed the top of my head as I slid my hands down his chest. “I never thought I’d see you again.” I rested my forehead between my hands, feeling his heart beat fast. I could hear people around us, and I imagined some were probably staring, but I didn’t care. Rider was warm and solid. Real. Alive.”

Touching Hug Reunion Name Mallory Dodge Rider Stark

Book:The Problem with Forever

Source: The Problem with Forever

“I twirl away, then back to him, staying on my toes, my hips always lightly rotating. He reacts clumsily at first, but soon the awkwardness fades away and he begins matching my movements, reflecting them in reverse. We dance like this, wrist to wrist, twirl and turn, step for step, for several more minutes. He holds my gaze, our eyes connecting at every turn, anticipating one another’s movements. His pulse is so strong against my wrist that it echoes through me, almost like a heartbeat of my own. My skin warms; my breath catches in my throat. I know how closely I dance along the line of destruction, but I cannot pull myself away. He is intoxicating, his force of life an addiction I cannot refuse. I have not felt this alive in centuries, not since you, Habiba, when you taught me the dance of Fahradan. Ours was a dance of giddy laughter, a dance of friends, sisters, a dance of life and youth and hope. But this dance is different. It is not I but he who entices, reversing the ancient roles of the dance. And I resist because I must, because if I don’t, because if I give in to the all-too-human desires racing through me—then it is Aladdin who will pay the terrible price. “Stop.” I drop my wrists and step away, and he does the same, still caught up in mirroring me. Except that he is breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling with exertion, his eyes filled with a strange, wondrous, curious look as he stares at me. He moves closer, his eyes fixed on mine, and despite myself I cannot look away. Aladdin raises a tentative hand to my cheek. Immobile with both dread and longing, I can only stare up at him, flushing with warmth when he gently runs his hand down the side of my face. I shut my eyes, leaning into his touch just slightly, my stomach leaping. Longing. Wishing.”

Dancing Intimate Touching Aladdin Zhara

Book:The Forbidden Wish

Source: The Forbidden Wish

“It seemed to us that his sadness was that of a boy, the voluptuous heedless melancholy of a boy who has still not come down to earth, and moves in the arid, solitary world of dreams.”

Author:Natalia Ginzburg

“Then he said a strange thing, but to himself. `They lived, didn't they?' And I said yes, that when one reads old letters one understands that people in the past really did live, and it is very touching.”

Book:The Swan Thieves

Source: The Swan Thieves

“If I am not touching a life, I am not touching life.”

Life Giving Helping Sacrifice Generosity Companion Touching Help Partnership Companionship Assistance Gifts Give Touch Interacting Assisting Sacrificing Interact

Author:Craig D. Lounsbrough

“We touch people mostly without touching them: We touch them with our words, with our smile, with our eyes, with our courage, with our madness, with millions of different ways! What are we? We are contacting beings without contacting!”