And sometimes, just sometimes, the sheer beauty of it touched her.

The elusive beauty of both touched upon those they met to echo forever.

Her beauty, grace and dignity touched the lives of all who knew her.

Yet her beauty did not touch him, for it was cold and sharp as a scythe.

The beauty, the pain, the power and the eye of these black artists touch the soul deeply.

Her beauty touched his body, but not his soul.

Her warm arm was around my waist, and for the moment her beauty could touch my heart.

However, the natural beauty of Nawabpur touched him deeply as expressed in his memoirs.

Her beauty, spirit, and zest for life touched all.

Her elegance, beauty, and compassion touched everyone that knew her.