Quotes About Embrace

When she is in the sea, she's in the womb of the world.

What could I do, to make the most of this day, whether I was in my own day, or this one? What amazing history was I seeing firsthand? Would I embrace it, instead of crying and whining? Was it in me to be grateful for my situation? Truly in me?

Even though we can't always have affection for every person we meet, we can always treat every person with kindness.

The years grew over that embrace like a vine.

Just as God always knew how the life of his Son would unfold on earth, God knows how our lives will unfold as well. Nothing is a surprise to him. When we stumble, however badly, he stretches out his hands, pulls us to our feet, and draws us into his embrace.

Carpe Dium, I say. Seize the day. Grab it by the throat and rattle its bollocks

It be better, I think, to climb out in search of something, instead of hating, what you're leaving.

It be better, I think, to climb out in search of something, instead of hating what you're leaving.

She reached for Matty and embraced him. Ordinarily uncomfortable with hugs, he would have stiffened his shoulders and drawn back; but now, from exhaustion and affection, he held Kira and to his own amazement felt his eyes fill with tears.

And he had taken Gabriel, too.

One by one the Rosens turned and hugged Annemarie silently. Ellen came to her last; the two girls held each other. "I'll come back someday," Ellen whispered fiercely. "I promise." "I know you will," Annemarie whispered back, holding her friend tightly. Then they were gone

Everything that you're a part of. Your own story fills you.

I miss it every minute, and I have no wish at all to go back.

Wait. He paused, and she held out a hand to him. His thick fingers engulfed her tapering ones; his skin was warm and dry, and scorched her. Before we go pick up poor Lieutenant Illyan again... He took her in his arms, and they kissed, for the first time, for a long time. Oh, she muttered after. Perhaps that was a mistake. It hurts so much when you stop. Well, let me... his hand stroked her hair, gently, then desperately wrapped itself in a shimmering coil; they kissed again.

Don't be afraid," she said. "The dead cannot hurt you. They give you no pain, except that of seeing your own death in their faces. And one can face that, I find." Yes, he thought, the good face pain. But the great—they embrace it.

They embraced each other so tightly, they had to back off to manage a kiss. "Don't you ever," he said, voice husky with strain, "pull a stunt like that again." "Don't you ever let it become necessary, again." "Deal." He held her face away from his, between his hands, his eyes devouring her. "I was so afraid for you, I forgot to be afraid for your enemies. I should have remembered. Dear Captain.

But pain ... seems to me an insufficient reason not to embrace life. Being dead is quite painless. Pain, like time, is going to come on regardless. Question is, what glorious moments can you win from life in addition to the pain?

Like integrity, love of life was not a subject to be studied, it was a contagion to be caught. And you had to catch it from someone who had it.

Tej. Will you stay with me for the rest of my life?" At the little jump of the laugh in her chest, his encircling arm tightened, heartened and heartening. He'd intended her to laugh, she guessed. Ivan Xav was good at that, it occurred to her. Making light in dark places.

Don't wake up, he whispered as he felt her shudder against him once more. Dream with me, Belle. Sweet Belle, just dream with me. -from Travis/Black Jack

But don't push happiness away because you're scared that it actually might end up hurting you. The beauty of loving is that you have to take chances to find real love. It is the critical component of love and loving. You have to take a leap of faith that it will work. It's the perfect example of hope.

Eventually I knew what hair wanted; it wanted to be itself . . . to be left alone by anyone, including me, who did not love it as it was." —ALICE WALKER

There is something comforting, thinks Mack, in embracing someone the same size as you.

Families embraced more than had been the habit; fathers who expected to be beaten to death stroked the hair of pretty daughters who expected to be raped.