Quotes About Embrace

My head against his shoulder, he laughs as if the laughter wants to travel a good distance, down through my body also.

Love shouldn't be comfortable.

Kivrin reached out for Dunworthy's hand and clasped it tightly in her own. I knew you'd come, she said, and the net opened.

He can give me what you cannot. Death is not a lover. Oh yes, he is.

What is it? Nothing. I had a bad dream. What did you dream about? Nothing. Are you okay? No. He put his arms around him and held him. It's okay, he said. I was crying. But you didnt wake up. I'm sorry. I was just so tired. I meant in the dream.

I think our time is up. I know. Hold my hand. Hold your hand? Yes. I want you to. All right. Why? Because that's what people do when they're waiting for the end of something.

They slept huddled together in the rank quilts in the dark and the cold. He held the boy close to him. So thin. My heart, he said. My heart.

Most people'll run from their own mother to get to hug death by the neck. They cant wait to see him.

Don't fear Death. Its only gonna help you die faster, its not gonna help you live.

If I could plan my life I wouldnt want to live it.

Most people'll run from their own mother to get to hug death by the neck. They cant wait to see him.

You work through race, you don't deny race. It's the difference between being color-blind and love-struck. You see, if I love you, I don't need to eliminate your whiteness. If you love me, you don't need to eliminate my blackness. You embrace humanity.

He felt Death reaching out to him. But all of a sudden there was something else, too: words. Words that relieved the pain, cooled his brow, and spoke of love, nothing but love... It was his daughter's voice, and the White Women withdrew their pale hands as if they had burned themselves on her love.

Apenas sentía el cuerpo en el agua helada, y el humo hacía de la respiración una tortura, pero tenía que encontrarla. -Jacob- unos brazos mojados le rodearon el cuello; una fría mejilla se unió a la suya. Sus cabellos pelirrojos parecían casi negros, empapados y pegados a la cara, y Jacob la abrazó hasta sentir el latido de su corazón a través de las ropas mojadas. No se atrevía a soltarla, por miedo a que las olas se la llevaran de nuevo.

Der Welpe hatte einfach eine Art, sich einem ins Herz zu stehlen, selbst wenn es aus Stein war.

Maybe there really isn't any such thing as mortality; life simply wears us out with love.

Usually, the embrace of deviance comes not because of some innate perversity but because of a preexisting dissatisfaction with the world as it stands acquired through alienating experiences of one sort or another.

And so I was. I can put on the cloak of the world I find myself in, however I happen to find myself in it. I can sing any man's tune, and you'd believe me. That's my gift." Birle knew this wasn't a gift he honored.

They wouldn't know that grief had come down up on him unbearably, and he must be alone to put his arms around her, and feel her arms around him, to take enough comfort from grieving so that he could return to finish the business of the day.

Night, in which everything was lost, went reaching out, beyond stars and sun. Stars and sun, a few bright grains, went spiraling round for terror, and holding each other in embrace, there in a darkness that outpassed them all, and left them tiny and daunted. So much, and himself, infinitesimal, at the core of nothingness, and yet not nothing.

you love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.

It was cold, and he was coughing. A fine cold draught blew over the knoll. He thought of the woman. Now he would have given all he had or ever might have to hold her warm in his arms, both of them wrapped in one blanket, and sleep. All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.

Can you never like things without clutching them as if you wanted to pull the heart out of them?

She turned, and saw a great white moon looking at her over the hill. And her breast opened to it, she was cleaved like a transparent jewel to its light. She stood filled with the full moon, offering herself. Her two breasts opened to make way for it, her body opened wide like a quivering anemone, a soft, dilated invitation touched by the moon.