Quotes About Embrace

And now at the airport, after shaking hands with everybody, waving good-bye, I think about all the different ways we leave people in this world. Cheerily waving good-bye to some at airports, knowing we'll never see each other again. Leaving others on the side of the road, hoping that we will.

And now at the airport, after shaking hands with everybody, waving good-bye, I think about all the different ways we leave people in this world. Cheerily waving good-bye to some at airports, knowing we'll never see each other again. Leaving others on the side of the road, hoping that we will.

I loved my shadow, this dark side of me that had my same restless nature.

Could you wrap your arms around me to keep me warm?

kiss, a pat on the rump, and a deep inhalation of my scent, as if he and I were dogs.

Our love of each other was like two long shadows kissing without hope of reality.

I reserve the right to love many different people at once, and to change my prince often.

My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to find peace with exactly who and what I am. To take pride in my thoughts, my appearance, my talents, my flaws and to stop this incessant worrying that I can't be loved as I am.

I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy.

It is easy to love and there are so many ways to do it.

We efface an hour by passionate love, without twists, without aftertaste. When it is finished, it is not finished, we lie still in each other's arms lulled by our love, by tenderness -- sensuality in which the whole being can participate.

Our love would be death. The embrace of imaginings.

We must avoid possession, he said. But, oh, let me kiss you.

I see ashes under the skin of her face. Disintegration. What terrible anxiety I feel. I want to put my arms around her. I feel her receding into death and I am willing to enter death to follow her, to embrace her. She is dying before my eyes. Her tantalizing, somber beauty is dying. Her strange, manlike strength.

She abandoned herself to his whim, thinking it was to be an orgy of eyes and hands only.

When I saw you, Sabina, I chose my body.

Very slowly, with hands, tongues, mouths, we unwrapped and untied ourselves, laying open gifts. Gave birth to each other again, as separate bodies who enjoy collision.

When Henry telephones, I feel his voice in my veins. I want him to talk into me. I want him to talk into me. I eat Henry, I breathe Henry, Henry is in the sun. My cape is his arm around my waist.

I love when you say: 'All that happens is good.' I say, 'All that happens is wonderful.' For me it is all symphonic, and I am so aroused by living—God, Henry, in you alone I have found the same swelling enthusiasm, the same quick rising of the blood, the fullness. Before, I almost used to think there was something wrong. Everybody else seemed to have the brakes on. And when I feel your excitement about life flaring, next to mine, it makes me dizzy.

Što da radim sa svojom sre?om? Kako da je sa?uvam, sakrijem, zakopam nekamo gdje ne nikad ne?u izgubiti? Želim se spustiti na koljena i pustiti da pada po meni poput kiše, skupiti je u ?ipku i svilu te je ponovo stisnuti uza se.

You don't know what sensuality is. Hugo and I do. It's in us, not in your devious practices; it's in feeling, in passion, in love.

When I saw you . . . I chose my body.

Cannot or will not accept himself. How can I accept a limited definable self when I feel, in me, all possibilities?

What can I do with my happiness? How can I keep it, conceal it, bury it where I may never lose it? I want to kneel as it falls over me like rain, gather it up with lace and silk, and press it over myself again.