Quotes About Embrace

You change in my arms and change again, and all I can do is hold you.

Keith closed his fingers tight on Ian's doublet-thinking that a wolf would grasp a cub so, by the scruff, careful to break the skin-and dragged him into an embrace.

Fyodor came up behind him, a wolf among wolves, and pressed his body against the boy's narrow back. Vanya moved back, shifting from foot to foot, an anxious whine hovering low in his throat. Ian shivered harder, Keith and Fyodor holding him tight, arms around each other's shoulders, eyes meeting as Ian buried his head in his father's shoulder and folded into the embrace.

When Rien brought Perceval into Dust's embrace, she was cold.

She leaned into the embrace for a long, quiet moment, listening to the pounding of his heart.

Cricket-Fisher-was starting to prefer her new name. Especially the way Nouel said it, with a little twinkle, as if it were a joke shared.

There's blood on my mouth, and through the twisted collar of his shirt I can see a pale handprint darkening where my left hand clenched, somehow not hard enough to break skin, crush bone. My whole body shudders and he pulls me naked into his embrace. I bury my head against his shoulder and I am weeping, am laughing, am shivering in the cold capsule of air.

Perceval embraced her, and she smelled the blood and the antiseptic, and when she lowered her mouth over Rien's, Rien tasted the faint sourness of uncleaned teeth. One would think her colony would take care of that for her, but then, it had perhaps been busy.

The kiss was long and soft, fever-hot and gentle, although holding Perceval in her arms was not unlike embracing a rope ladder. Her lips were soft and cracked over the firmness of her teeth, and it seemed Rien expanded on her breath like a blown balloon.

She shook a clatter of braids over her shoulder, the sweep of her hand encompassing the dale and the line of the forest beyond, before she tucked it into her pocket.

My hand, innocent of its glove, catches hers. I move her fingertip from my face, but still we are skin to skin.

Michelangelo lifted his chin, turned, and gave Vincent a smile warm enough to melt his implants. He glanced over his shoulder, as if ascertaining the lounge was empty, then learned forward, slid both hands up Vincent's neck, and pulled Vincent's head down to plant a warm, tender kiss on his lips.

Murchaud's hands lightened on his hips; Murchaud's teeth closed on the nape of his neck like a stallion conquering a mare. He cried out, but Morgan's mouth muffled the sound.

Transformation is now. Embrace this moment when you feel frustrated or uncertain and be the change right now. You don't have to wait. What you do today matters. It makes a difference. Everything you do makes a difference.

There is love in holding, and there is love in letting go.

You fit well into the hollow of my shoulder

It was Nick's voice Nick's arms. He turned me on my back and swam with me, pulling me to the bank.

I throw my arms around her without even thinking first, the way I used to with Daddy when he came home from a trip. "Thank you," I say into her waist. Her clothes smell so good. I feel her hand resting on my head, and for that second I feel like nothing could ever go wrong. Not when there's Miss Mary to hug.

From that first moment, in a way she could never explain, the Meadows claimed her and made her their own.

I'm choosing happiness over suffering, I know I am. I'm making space for the unknown future to fill up my life with yet-to-come surprises.

Home! It showed you its face when you sat quiet within it at that moment when day was passing to night, but it could only reveal its spirit, its eternal meaning, when you stood at a little distance, just turning to leave it or just returning to it, seeing it at that transition moment when a larger world was claiming or releasing you.

Who's to say we can't have many loves and many identities? we can hold more in our heads than we think.

I lay back down, fitting myself into the curve of his body, pulling his arms around me, protecting me, keeping me sage.

I'll never look at you in any way but complete admiration." He stroked her hair soothingly. "You will never be a millstone about my neck. Rather you're the sunshine that brightens my day." He swallowed. "Don't you see? You brought me into the daylight. You've embraced parts of me that I was never able to let see light. Don't make me retreat again into the night. (Winter Makepeace)