Quotes About Embrace

I don't think badly of people. I like everybody, and I'm sorry for everybody.

You do not make yourself love... You allow love to enter you.

It is more dangerous to strong-arm life than to embrace it.

For to be Happy in Life, choose Self the Colors of Life.

The warm strength of Brother Rip's hand on hers was like nothing she had ever felt—as if he had a divine touch.

Let go of the past because its remembrance will give you pleasure.

He turned and pulled her in, placed his hands on the sides of her face and gazed into her eyes, his head moving closer and closer----she still couldn't say anything, couldn't think of anything other than his mouth landing on hers.

Love is love, Nell, in whatever form or shape it comes and those of us who have found it must not let anything get in the way.

She can't explain why she is choked up. She isn't entirely sure, other than the sweetness of Patrick's familiarity, an aching nostalgia for her youth, a reminder of all that is good, and solid, and stable. All that she once had. All that she has lost. Patrick has grown into a big man. Solid. Imposing. His embrace is all-enveloping, tight, stable. Like being held by a bear. Safe, she thinks. I am safe. And almost immediately after: I have come home.

Both trying to suppress the knowledge that hugs like this mean only one thing. GOODBYE.

But fairy tales can come true, and just like Jemima Jones, or Mrs. Ben Williams as she's known outside of the glossy magazine where she now works, if we trust in ourselves, embrace our faults, and brazen it out with courage, strength, bravery, and truth, fate may just smile upon us too.

Live as if you were to die tomorrow

Living each day as it came, rather than projecting some fanciful mirage on the distant future, was becoming a way of life.

After he got back to his apartment that evening, Arthur remembered how completely he'd thought he'd solved the problem of his own childhood once he'd claimed Lillian and enveloped her in his dream--no one idle, no one beset by solitude, everyone laughing. The problem he had not solved, or even known existed, was how quickly it passed, every joke, every embrace, every babyhood and childhood, every moment of thinking that he had things figured out for good.

Ranger slung an arm around me and hugged me into him, and I could feel him laughing. "It's not funny," I said. "Babe, I haven't got a lot of funny in my life. Let me enjoy the moment.

I woke up wrapped in Ranger's arms, our legs entwined, my face snuggled into his neck. He smelled nice, and he felt even better . . . warm and friendly. I enjoyed it for a moment before reality took hold.

He slid an arm around me and pulled me to him. I rested my head on his chest, and he nuzzled my hair and kissed me just above the ear.

He pulled me toward him, lowered his mouth to mine, and kissed me. The kiss was slow and deep. His hands were firm on my back. I grasped his shirt and leaned into him. And I felt his body respond.

Ranger unlocked my door, pulled me to him, and kissed me. The kiss started out gentle and finished with enough heat to raise the temperature in the hallway by ten degrees.

Ranger's Cayenne pulled in behind the SUV. Ranger got out, scooped me up off the ground, and held me close.

was pulled out of the water and wrapped in a blanket. Someone removed the cuffs. Ranger held me tight against him, his cheek against mine. "You're okay," he said. "You're safe.

Ranger slung an arm around me and hugged me into him, and I could feel him laughing.

Babe," Ranger said, wrapping his arms around me, gathering me close to him.

Ranger transferred the messenger bag from his shoulder to mine, pulled me into him, and kissed me like he meant it.