the gentle pressure QUOTES

1 " Peace, sweet peace finally comes to men when they humbly yield to the gentle pressure of the Spirit. "

― Spencer W. Kimball , Faith Precedes the Miracle

2 " The damps of autumn sink into the leaves and prepare them for the necessity of their fall; and thus insensibly are we, as years close around us, detached from our tenacity of life by the gentle pressure of recorded sorrow. "

― Walter Savage Landor

3 " The young woman's perfect breast didn't yield beneath the gentle pressure of two latexed fingers." What're you doing?" Professor Robert 'Lithium Bob' Beck frowned at me." I don't know. It's what I did when I first saw her…" " Why?" asked Doc Donald, about to assist with the post mortem." She seemed so… pink. Maybe to see if she was alive…" I saw the Prof and the Doc exchange a look. It was an unconventional - no, plain weird - place to touch her. "

4 " His lips parted under hers, damp and soft and warm, and she forgot all of that. Her entire life focused in on the sensations, the gentle pressure that grew more intense the longer the kiss went on.
Chaste kisses, then dirtier ones, and man, those tasted good. They tasted better the wider her mouth opened, and especially after his tongue touched hers.
She could have done a whole semester of kissing with Shane. Intense personal study. With lab classes.
Time really wasn’t happening for her, but eventually Claire realized that there was a soft glow coming from the windows, and she was numb and sore from sitting on the floor. She winced as a muscle in her back protested, and Shane reached out, pulled her up, and settled himself on the couch.
He stretched out, and extended a hand to her. She stared, tingling and confused. “There’s no room.’”
“Plenty of room,’” he said.
She felt breathless and kind of wild, stretching out on the tiny area of sofa cushion available next to him, and then smothered a yelp as Shane picked her up and draped her over his chest and, oh my God, over all the rest of him, too.
“Better?’” he asked, and raised his eyebrows. It was a real question, and he was looking for a real answer. Claire felt a blush building a fire in her cheeks, but she didn’t look away from his gaze.
“Perfect,’” she said. "

― Rachel Caine , The Dead Girls' Dance (The Morganville Vampires, #2)