J. K. Rowling Quotes

The loving touch, like music, often utters the things that cannot be spoken.

Gestures, in love, are incomparably more attractive, effective and valuable than words.

There are times when the simple dignity of movementcan fulfill the function of a volume of words.

Words are a wonderful form of communication, but they will never replace kisses and punches.

It's often just enough to be with someone. I don't need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You're not alone.

I have learned that there is more power in a good strong hug than in a thousand meaningful words.

Hugging is not my shtick.

There's nothing like being hugged or held or just anything as simple as that.

The reality is that we communicate with every part of our being, and there are times when we must use it all. When someone needs us, he or she needs all of us. There's no text that can replace a loving touch when someone we love is hurting.

We now live in a society where karate is OK, but hugs are not.

I've noticed people in India have developed a habit of hugging around people. I don't understand it now. I wanted to be hugged when I was young. Now, if someone wants to hug me, I feel only claustrophobic.

They took to silence. They touched each other without comment and without progression. A hand on a hand, a clothed arm, resting on an arm. An ankle overlapping an ankle, as they sat on a beach, and not removed. One night they fell asleep, side by side... He slept curled against her back, a dark comma against her pale elegant phrase.

The Colonel's hand was so little, and I grabbed it tight, his cold seeping into me and my warmth into him. 'I memorized the populations,' he said.

Can you even imagine not hugging?

Her lips on his could tell him better than all her stumbling words.

Some nights I need to be held. Tonight I'm a listener. So nice to lie in rumpled sheets and listen. Cover me with words.

Kissing is what humans do when words have reached a place they can't escape from.

And I have Julian. I found him, and he followed me. I reach out in the half dark, wordlessly, and find his hands. We interlace our fingers, and though he doesn't say anything either, I can feel the warmth and energy passing between us, a soundless dialogue. Thank you, he is saying, and I am saying, I am so happy, I am so happy, I needed you to be safe.

Speech is one symptom of affection; and silence one; the perfect communication is heard of none.

I held hands with her all the time...that doesn't sound like much, I realize, but she was terrific to hold hands with. Most girls if you hold hands with them, their goddam hand dies on you, or else they think they have to keep moving their hand all the time, as if they were afraid they'd bore you or something.

He came up straight to her father, whose hands he took and wrung without a word - holding them in his for a minute or two, during which time his face, his eyes, his look, told of more sympathy than could be put into words.

Holding hands, for example, is a way to remember how it feels to say nothing together.

A simple smile, a tender touch, speaks the true language of love.

All the feeling which my father could not put into words was in his hand-any dog, child or horse would recognize the kindness of it.

Words can never fully say what we want them to say, for they fumble, stammer, and break the best porcelain. The best one can hope for is to find along the way someone to share the path, content to walk in silence, for the heart communes best when it does not try to speak.