Quotes About Embrace

Then worms shall tryThat long preserved virginity,And your quaint honor turn to dust,And into ashes all my lust.The grave's a fine and private place,But none, I think, do there embrace.

The grave's a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace.

The measure of our wisdom is much more about whether we embrace changing circumstances and accept people who are different from ourselves.

Dear Lazarus! I agree with you entirely that it is best for me to go with you, for only in your company do I enjoy myself most completely…. I kiss you warmly and am, as always, your ever-loving Babette Morgenthau

I am normal, it's okay to be me, it's all right

Nearby Vanniv grinned and opened his arms as well. Not toward anyone in particular. Patrick, always a good sport, rose from his chair and gave Vanniv a hug. Vanniv seemed briefly startled, then grinned and pulled Patrick in closer, like they'd been long-lost brothers.

Our weaknesses are divine gifts that when embraced will enable us to make our purposeful contribution to the whole, which is why we incarnated in the first place.

By the end, Arthur Less is in tears, sobbing in his seat, and he thinks he has been sobbing quietly until the lights come up and the woman seated beside him turns and says, "Honey, I don't know what happened in your life, but I am so so sorry," and gives him a lilac-scented embrace. Nothing happened to me, he wants to say to her. Nothing happened to me. I'm just a homosexual at a Broadway show.

I take the opportunity each day offers.

I don't begrudge you my company, my darling. We must all make do with what rags of love we find flapping on the scarecrow of humanity.

I am happy only in that I am a monster.

She learns her lesson at once; to escape slavery, she must embrace tyranny.

Dresses me again in an embrace as lucid and encopassing it might be made of water.

He strips me of my last nakedness, that underskin of mauve, pearlized satin, like a skinned rabbit; then dresses me again in an embrace so lucid and encompassing it might be made of water. And shakes over me dead leaves as if into the stream I have become.

Also he liked his mother very much, and sometimes hugged her to strangulation point, till she had to beg for mercy.

Do you really love me? means, Will you accept me in process? Will you embrace what is different about me and applaud my efforts to become? Can I just be human---strong an vibrant some days, weak and frail on others?...Will you love me even when I disappoint you?...

Cara, we must not wait to live the life we want. Find a way to be present with the people you love.

She said, Don't worry about me. I've done everything I've ever wanted to do. Cara, we must not wait to live the life we want. Find a way to be present with the people you love.

Septimus! Oh, Septimus!" Marcia hurled herself toward Septimus and enveloped him in her cloak. "You're alive. I thought… I thought you were dead. I thought you'd fallen…" "Me too," said Septimus, holding on to Marcia. "Me too.

Oh, Septimus, Septimus!" She swept up the emerging Septimus into her arms and swung him around, much to his complete amazement,

Ze werden verwelkomd door een snerpende gil. Marcia sprong op van haar plaats aan de tafel in de Geheime Kamer en liet een dik boek met voorspellingsformules op haar voet vallen... 'Septimus!' krijste Marcia. Ze schopte de voorspellingsformules een eind weg en stoof naar de Spiegel. 'O, Septimus, Septimus!' Zodra hij uit de Spiegel tevoorschijn stapte sloeg ze haar armen om hem heen en zwierde hem in de rondte, tot zijn grote verbijstering, want Marcia deed niet aan knuffelen.

To Darkness You, darkness, of whom I am born— I love you more than the flame that limits the world to the circle it illumines and excludes all the rest. But the dark embraces everything: shapes and shadows, creatures and me, people, nations—just as they are. From The Book of Hours I, 11

They sat in silence until it was time for her to go. 'Go before he gets back,' said her mother. They stood up, embraced. Merle was shockingly aware of her daughter's changed appearance. 'Poor child, poor child,' she said. 'But she was a young woman,' protested Harriet. 'A beautiful young woman.' 'No, dear,' said her mother sadly. 'I meant you.

In the books she favoured, but wistfully, women were unmasked, laid bare by a man who finally understood them. She knew that this was rubbish, but found the illusion so beguiling that she continued to embrace it as her own, did not realize, or perhaps failed fully to realize, that other women, even, perhaps, the women who wrote the novels, cherished the same illusion.