Quotes About Embrace

Because love is so enormous, the only thing you can think of doing is swallowing the person that you love entirely.

... love is healing, even rootless love.

Great lovers realize that they are what they are in love with.

I've lived in America for many years. I mean, I love being a Canadian, but I truly identify with America. I love America so much.

Love means knowing when to let go.

You have to let go of the past to have a better future, and you do that through love and family.

Be - fight - feel the pain - and love the wounds!

Freedom of love is freedom to say yes to many lovers.

I am finding out as I am aging that I am in love with the world.

We all know how loving ends. But I want to fall in love with the world anyway. To let it crack me open. I want to feel what there is to feel. While I am here.

Love and Death—for him they were exquisitely one.

Spend all your love on her now. Forget not the hands, though spotted, The hair, though thinning, The eyes, though dim, For they are a part of you. And when they are gone, a part of you is gone.

It's good to have you back, David. We missed you while you were away.

Don't worry about skills you don't have. Don't covet strengths others do have. Just extract your uniqueness.

I reach and have reached the timeless moment, the pure suspension within time, only through love.

Anne lives each moment of the day as if it were the first and the last, with the whole of herself.

If you find it in your heart to care for somebody else, you will have succeeded.

Love life. Engage in it. Give it all you've got. Love it with a passion because life truly does give back, many times over, what you put into it.

You only are free when you realize you belong no place — you belong every place — no place at all.

Life loves the liver of it.

Love liberates. It doesn't bind. Love says, I love you. I love you if you're in China. I love you if you're across town. I love you if you're in Harlem. I love you. I would like to be near you. I'd like to have your arms around me. I'd like to hear your voice in my ear. But that's not possible now, so I love you. Go.

All my ways of being are musical and mysterious. Yet I embrace you openly. Ripe with expectancy.

The town reacted to us as its inhabitants had reacted to all things new before our coming. It regarded us a while without curiosity but with caution, and after we were seen to be harmless (and children) it closed in around us, as a real mother embraces a stranger's child. Warmly, but not too familiarly.

Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the spaces between the notes and curl my back to loneliness. In my rented room (cooking privileges down the hall), I would play a record, then put my arms around the shoulder of the song. As we danced, glued together, I would nuzzle into its neck, kissing the skin, and rubbing its cheek with my own.