Quotes About Embrace

The weather turned. Her skin seemed to grow a million extra pores, and all of them opened to take in the warmth and tenderness of the air. The sun on her face made her want to cry. Into all those millions of open pores came the sunshine, and other feelings as well. In and out. She was porous.

She got under the covers and put her arms around the bag. She could smell Tibby. It used to be she couldn't smell Tibby's smell in the way you couldn't smell your own; it was too familiar. But tonight she could. This was some living part of Tibby still here and she held on to it. There was more of Tibby with her here and now than in what she had seen in the cold basement room that day.

When you belonged nowhere, you sort of belonged everywhere.

But now he held her. He forgot to worry as much about waking her up. She turned her body to his, eyes closed, and curled herself around him. She pressed her cheek to her chest, and he felt the tickle of her hair in his neck and under his nose. Trust and love went together.

Love who you love while you have them. That's all you can do. Let them go when you must. If you know how to love, you'll never run out.

Together or apart, no matter ow far apart, we live in one anther. We go n together.

the hugeness of the world was a pool to dive into, not somewhere to drown.

All are going to lose everything they love in this world. Why would one want to be anything but kind to them in the meantime?

He wanted more. Much more. He wanted Miss Fionna Hawkes beneath him, around him, above him, her slim, naked limbs twined with his. He ached with the need to feel himself rooted deep and hard, all the way to her womb.

I hang out inseparably with someone for a few days. We devour each other, tell all our stories, and then move on. Things here are not stable.

I) want to do everything and see everything, sense everything and feel everything and taste everything; to know that life is an enormous experience and must be used. To be in the world, and of the world, and never to stand aside and watch.

You don't have to give me flowers, Coburn. You don't even have to hold me. Let me hold you. - Honor Gillette

I've come back for you, my love, my life. Let me look at you, keep you, never let go of you.

Ze moet het huis uit, en haar hoofd uit. Zolang we in een bekende omgeving zijn, blijven we hangen in ons hoofd, met al die onzinnige gedachten waar we niets mee opschieten. In het buitenlans léven we in onze zintuigen; dan nemen we al die nieuwe en prachtige taferelen, geuren en geluiden in ons op. We stijgen uit boven het zinloze gepruttel van onze gedachten en leven volkomen in het nu. Fairfield Park -

In the crooks of your body, I find my religon.

I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin.

Life. There it was. In all its beautiful, tragic fragility, there was still life, and those of us who'd been lucky enough to survive opened our arms wide and embraced it.

I had stepped into his arms, showing him my raw, broken heart.

nothing is guaranteed.... So don't be afraid. Be alive.

I took his wildness from him and tried to fold it into myself, filling up the empty spaces all those second place finishes left behind.

You don't have to say it out loud. I already know why you like me.' 'You do, huh?' 'Yep.' He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. 'So,' I said. 'Tell me' 'It's an animal attraction,' he said simply. 'Totally chemical.' 'Hmm,' I said. 'You could be right.' 'It doesn't matter, anyway, why you like me.' 'No?' 'Nope.' His hands were in my hair now, and I was leaning in, not able to totally make out his face, but his voice was clear, close to my ear. 'Just that you do.

Life is big and huge and scary. But you have to go and take your part of it. There's a reason the saying is 'Seize the day,' not 'Wait for it to come along at some point.

I looked down again at the sign in my hand - ENJOY THE RIDE! - and it seemed, suddenly, to be just that. A sign.

There was no way to take the story back, folding it neatly into the place I'd kept it all this time. No matter what else happened, from here on out, I would always remember Wes, because with this telling, he'd become part of that story, of my story, too.