Quotes About Embrace

Alone with myself The trees bend to caress me The shade hugs my heart.

To the psychotherapist an old man who cannot bid farewell to life appears as feeble and sickly as a young man who is unable to embrace it.

The shadow is a living part of the personality and therefore wants to live with it in some form. It cannot be argued out of existence or rationalized into harmlessness. This problem is exceedingly difficult, because it not only challenges the whole man, but reminds him at the same time of his helplessness and ineffectuality.

Let things happen.

How much love and abundance am I willing to allow?

And then she fell into his arms. It was what he'd dreamed of on sleepless nights, holding her, feeling the press of her breasts to his chest, the flare of her hips in his hands. He forgot all about where they were, why they were alone together. He forgot the risk of his dishonor and her ruin. There was still a corrupt beast inside him, waiting for this chance. All that mattered was that they were alone, and she was with him, and he wished he never had to let her go.

Letting go. Everyone talks about it like it's the easiest thing. Unfurl your fingers one by one until your hand is open.

Letting go. Everyone talks about it like it's the easiest thing. Unfurl your fingers one by one until your hand is open. But my hand has been clenched into a fist for three years now; it's frozen shut.

When the sun shines, you let it shine on you

Life is a big fat gigantic stinking mess, that's the beauty of it, too.

But today it feels as though home has come to him.

Just as, she now understands, Nathaniel's loss has somehow merged with her own. It sounds like a burden, to take this on, but really, it's the opposite. To be the holder of other people's loss is to be the keeper of their love. To share your loss with people is another way of giving your love.

I always said I preferred to experience something rather than obsessively record it.

I'll keep you here.' He taps his temple. 'Where you can't get lost.

Nuestros labios… No había suficiente piel, suficiente saliva, suficiente tiempo, nuestros labios estaban tratando de compensar todos estos años perdidos. Nos besamos. Se encendieron los interruptores de alta tensión.

When we got back home, Gramps dropped me off and enveloped me in a hug. Normally, he was a handshaker, maybe a back-patter on really special occasions. His hug was strong and tight, and I knew it was his way of telling me that he'd had a wonderful time. "Me, too, Gramps," I whispered.

And I kissed him back so hard, like I was trying to merge our bodies through our lips.

Viajar no es algo en lo que eres bueno. Es algo que haces. Como respirar.

Oddly enough, though, that day with Lulu it didn't feel anything like falling. It felt like arriving

We have to snatch the sun when we have it, don't we?

Creo que todo está pasando todo el tiempo, pero si no te pones en el camino, lo pierdes. Cuando viajas, te pones allí. No siempre es genial. A veces es terrible. Pero otras… —Levanta los hombros y hace un gesto hacia París, luego me mira de reojo—, no es tan malo.

Maybe accident isn't the right word at all. Maybe miracle is. Or maybe it's not a miracle, Maybe this is just life. When you open youself up to it. When you put yourself in the path of it. When you say yes.

Cuando regresamos, el abuelo me dejó en casa y me abrazó. Normalmente se limitaba a estrechar la mano, o añadía una palmadita en la espalda en ocasiones muy especiales. Esa vez me dio un fuerte abrazo, y comprendí que era su manera de decirme que se lo había pasado de maravilla. –Yo también, abuelo –susurré.

Love can make you immortal.