Quotes About Embrace

To begin depriving death of its greatest advantage over us, let us adopt a way clean contrary to that common one; let us deprive death of its strangeness; let us frequent it, let us get used to it; let us have nothing more often in mind than death.' Michel de Montaigne, Essais (1580)

This barricade is made neither of paving stones, nor of timbers, nor of iron; it is made of two mounds, a mound of ideas and a mound of sorrows. Here misery encounters the ideal. Here the day embraces the night, and says: I will die with you and you will be born again with me.

The supreme happiness of life is the conviction of being loved for yourself or more correctly being loved in spite of yourself.

He caught her, she fell, he caught her in his arms, he held her tightly unconscious of what he was doing. He held her up, though tottering himself. He felt as if his head were filled with smoke; flashes of light slipped through his eyelids; his thoughts vanished; it seemed to him that he was performing a religious act, and that he was committing a profanation. Moreover, he did not feel one passionate desire for this ravishing woman, whose form he felt against his heart. He was lost in love.

L'istinto di Cosette cercava un padre, come quello di Valjean cercava un figlio, e incontrarsi, per essi, significò trovarsi; nel momento misterioso in cui le loro mani s'incontrarono, si saldarono. Quando quelle due anime si scorsero, riconobbero di essere ciascuna quel che abbisognava all'altra e s'abbracciarono strettamente.

Look down and show some mercy if you can. Look down, look down, upon your fellow man.

On a tant abusé du regard dans les romans d'amour qu'on a fini par le déconsidérer. C'est à peine si l'on ose dire maintenant que deux êtres se sont aimés parce qu'ils se sont regardés. C'est pourtant comme cela qu'on s'aime et uniquement comme cela. Le reste n'est que le reste, et vient après. Rien n'est plus réel que ces grandes secousses que deux âmes se donnent en échangeant cette étincelle.

The supreme happiness of life is the conviction of being loved for yourself, or, more correctly speaking, loved in spite of yourself. To be served is to be caressed.

encompassed

Old men need affection as they need the sun.

EÈ™ti logodnica mea. Ridic?-te È™i vino. Fie ca albastrul adânc unde str?lucesc aÈ™trii s? fie martorul primirii sufletului meu de c?tre sufletul t?u È™i ca prima noastr? s?rutare s? se contopeasc? cu cerul.

A ventura suprema da vida é a convicção de que somos amados, mas amados por nós mesmos, ou, melhor ainda, amados a despeito de nós mesmos.

Dying is nothing; what's terrible is not to live.

Life is messy-- especially now-- it will help if you accept the mess and let it be.

Come," Sasha says again, kissing me, and I follow. I know that if I look back, I will see my body, old and withered, slumped on that bench in the snow, that if I wait, I will hear my daughters discover what has happened and begin to cry. So I do not look back. I hold on to my Sasha and kiss my lion's throat. I have waited so, so long for this, to see them again. To feel like this, and I know my girls will be okay now.

Sometime—she didn't know when—she closed her eyes and reached out, placing a hand in the hollow of his stomach, feeling it rise and fall with his breathing. It was like resting her hand on the ocean in summer, when the tide was coming in.

We've lived weird lives," she said. "Maybe everyone does," he said, sitting down beside her, and then lying down, pulling her into his arms.

Mama takes Vera in her arms, holding her so hard that neither can breathe. There is only silence between them; in that silence, memories pass back and forth like dye in water, moving and fluid, and when they pull back and look at each other, Vera understands. They will not speak of Olga again, not for a long time, not until the sharp pain rounds into something that can be handled.

She stayed in his arms as long as she could bear and then eased away.

He stood slowly and tool her in his arms. She wanted to bottle how safe she felt in this moment, so she could drink of it later when loneliness and fear left her parched.

She felt weightless, a perfect combination of sun and water, cold and hot, steady in his arms. For a magnificent moment, the world fell away and she was somewhere else, before now, or long from now, and she wasn't hungry or tired or scared or angry. She simply was. She closed her eyes and felt at peace for the first time in years. Safe.

Ako je išta nau?ila od svega ovoga,onda je to da život-i ljubav-mogu nestati u sekundi.Ako ga imaš,trebaš ga se držati svom snagom i uživati u svakoj sekundi.

He started to cry, and she pulled him into her arms. It took perhaps the greatest courage of her life to let go of him.

Don't worry about dying, Elsa. Worry about not living.