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“I think she's afraid to even hug me now. It's my fault, but I miss it, Andrew. I miss it so much it aches sometimes, you know?'

I do know. I do know, I want to tell him, but I let him talk. And he does, with a gut-wrenching honesty that tears at my heart.

'I want to be held. Is that so wrong? I want to be held, and stroked. I want to know that someone loves me. I want to feel it on my skin.' He looks at the ceiling and exhales, then meets my eyes again. 'But nobody touches me anymore. Not even when I have a fever. Mom just hands me a thermometer now.' He drops his eyes and his ears redden. 'Even when you kiss me, you don't touch me. It's like I'm a leper or something. I can hardly keep my hands off of you, but it's not the same for you, is it?”
― J.H. Trumble, Where You Are

“A million words can be written by me to describe you. Still you touch me in unknown ways.”
― Avijeet Das

“Touch me, Cassian, and I'll remove your favourite part. Small as it might be.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“God has a big heart for you and me. We must thank him all the days of our lives…Sacred Writing…Sacred Healing…For Anointed Readers.”
― Stellah Mupanduki, Human Anatomy Healed: The Touch Prayer For Me And My Family

“A man that touches with only his hands, will never be in the same league as the man that touches in places the hands cannot reach.”
― N'Zuri Za Austin