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Quotes About Embrace

It's saying, just stop, and be together. Don't talk now, just breathe and feel each other's presence.
~ Eddie Vedder
...and our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.
~ Alfred Lord Tennyson
Yet everything that touches us, me and you, takes us together like a violin's bow, which draws one voice out of two separate strings.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
You are never truly together with one you love until the person in question is dead and actually inside you.
~ Thomas Bernhard
Baby-carrying means your hearts are close together. It's a very intense and beautiful way to bond with your baby, very intimate. It's also easier than a stroller.
~ Kelly Cutrone
When you put a man and a woman together, there are some things they simply have to do. They embrace, they warm each other. All the rest is dead and empty.
~ Ugo Betti
My heart to you is given: Oh, do give yours to me; We'll lock them up together, And throw away the key.
~ Arthur Frederick Saunders
Friends are like coals in a fire - together, they glow; apart, they grow cold.
~ C. S. Lewis
Some instinct told her that this was usually done in darkness and with eyes tightly shut, that usually all the pleasure was hugged tightly to oneself, the pleasure-giver shut out. Even in her inexperience she sensed that lovers did not always love with eyes open and focused on each other's whenever it was feasible to do so.
~ Mary Balogh
When she had been in his arms, his mouth on hers, she had surrendered completely to a physical longing that should have died years before. She had wanted him and given in to that desire. She had loved him.
~ Mary Balogh
Oh, Robert, please kiss me, she begged suddenly. Make me forget all my fears.
~ Mary Balogh
Even now Henry yearned to run to him, to curl into his arms and beg him to take her burdens on his own broad and capable shoulders. And one part of her mind was convinced that he would not turn her away, that she could trust him.
~ Mary Balogh
But there really was no hurry. It is time to love, he had said downstairs. And time was not always just one second long or even one minute or one hour. Those were artificial divisions, imposed by humankind. Time was infinite. And it was time to love.
~ Mary Balogh
Tal vez las familias no siempre rechazan. Tal vez al menos a veces abren los brazos para acoger. Tal vez a veces se puede confiar en el amor.
~ Mary Balogh
One look at her had brought on that familiar sensation of homecoming.
~ Mary Balogh
You cannot continue an embrace when you know your victim to be unwilling . . . There is something of the gentleman in you after all. I believe I am safe.
~ Mary Balogh
But she had smiled and reached out her hands for his—had he held his own out first? He could not remember. All the world had been reaching out to him, and he had taken her hands in his and known he was at home again.
~ Mary Balogh
For the rest of her life she would miss him and love him. But for this moment she was here in his arms and nothing else mattered. If he were a murderer and a traitor, it would not matter at the moment. Now was all that was important.
~ Mary Balogh
And they had had two days together, forty-eight hours into which to cram a lifetime of happiness. No longer.
~ Mary Balogh
It did not seem at all unnatural . . . to have Piers encircle her waist with one arm and draw her protectively against his side.
~ Mary Balogh
At the present, she said, you are here holding my hands. Your past has nothing to do with me. Just as mine has nothing to do with you.
~ Mary Balogh
And she was in his arms, her head pillowed against his shoulder, held to him, rocked against him. She closed her eyes and willed herself to remember every detail of this moment for the rest of her life. The hard muscularity of his body. The comfort of his arms and his shoulder. His cheek against the top of her head. The warmth and the smell of him. He and she, and their child between them. Perhaps thirty seconds. At the most a minute. A minute to last a lifetime.
~ Mary Balogh
He was not sure how many minutes passed while they held each other and kissed each other as if they could never be close enough to satisfy the craving of their hearts. The depth of their very obviously mutual passion left him shaken and disoriented.
~ Mary Balogh
There was such a thing as happiness, and it would be silly not to enjoy it when one felt it rather than shy away from it for fear it would not last.
~ Mary Balogh