Quotes About Embrace

He put an arm around his brother to help him up. And then, for a moment, he just held on.

When she got control of herself a few minutes later, she realized that in his arms she felt almost what she had in her dream, that inexpressible sense of peace and security. Of belonging, utterly. As long as her soulmate was alive, and they were together, she would be all right.

He let her get almost all the way there, just staring, before he stumbled towards her. They ended in a rush and then fell to the ground together,arms locked around each other, each holding on as tightly as possible. Niether of them said a word.

Thea! I was looking for you." It was Eric's voice. Warm, eager-everything that Thea wasn't. She turned to see green eyes flecked with dancing gray and an astonishing smile. A smile that drew her in, changing the world. Maybe everything was going to be all right, after all.

The magnetic pull only got stronger. She wanted to be held. She wanted him to hold her.

Even if we're not together, we'll never really be apart.

She let herself fall backwards into the music, and it was like falling in a dream, without fear. It was like being a raindrop falling into the ocean that had started you.

Why not fulfill his nature? Since he could not change it, he might as well revel in it.

And then they just sat together, holding each other as the room filled with light.

Es necesario amarlo todo, incluso lo más repugnante. El amor es lo más arduo, lo más cruel. En eso radica el misterio: lo más repugnante se diluye en el amor con mayor facilidad que lo que resulta desagradable solo a medias

If you're afraid of your own dreams, you're welcome here in mine.

It was the first time either of them had ever held another's hand, and for them alone, the immensity of what unfolded that night was overshadowed by the perfect wonderment of fingers intertwined - as though this was what hands had always been for, and not for holding weapons at all.

they cupped their wings around their happiness and called it a world, though they both knew it was not a world, only a hiding place, which is a very different thing.

He dropped the pretense, and dropped his head, so his brow came to rest against the sun-warmed top of hers. His arms went around her and drew her in, and Karou and Akiva were like two matches struck against each other to flare starlight. With a sigh, she softened, and it was pure homecoming to melt against him and rest.

It may be your soul that I love, but I'm pretty keen on its vessel, too.

To be one of a pair of bodies that knew that melting fusion. To reach and find. To be and reached for and found. To belong to a mutual certainty. To wake up holding hands.

There is intimacy in pain. Anyone who has comforted a sufferer knows it—the helpless tenderness, the embrace and murmur and slow rocking together as two become one against the enemy, pain

This new thing between them it was... Astral. It reshaped the air, and it was in her, too—a warming and softening, a pull—and for that moment, her hands in his, Karou felt as powerless as starlight tugged toward the sun in the huge, strange warp of space.

It is bodies that makes us real. What is a soul without eyes to look through or hand to hold?

the air seeming to gather around her like held breath. As if this whole place were a story about her.

Why not open the door, and open their arms, and close them again around each other? Did the not understand how, in the strange chemistry of human emotion, his suffering and her, mingled together, could... countervail each other?

He reached for her hand and caught it—lightly—and held it. It was small, smooth, and very real. Up in the citadel, Sarai gasped. She felt the warmth of his skin on hers. A blaze of connection—or collision , as though they had long been wandering in the same labyrinth and had finally rounded the corner that would bring them face-to-face. It was a feeling of being lost and alone and then suddenly neither.

Rushing, like wind through a door, and Karou was the door, and the wind was coming home, and she as also the wind. She was all: wind and home and door. She rushed into herself and was filled. She let herself in and was full.

Seeing her shiver, I want to take her into my coat and button it around her. I want to warm my face against her neck and steam her up like a mirror and write my name on her with my fingertip.