Quotes About Embrace

I try to find the core values that are so fundamental that they transcend ethnic identity. That doesn't mean I run from it. I embrace African-American culture and I love it and embrace it, but it is a part of a human identity. So I'm always trying to make a larger human statement.

Lysaer's knees buckled. Arithon caught him as he fell. Barriers abandoned, he locked both arms around his half-brother and threw himself at the bright, mercurial shimmer of the Gate.

Be a lover of the world, it is the only way to survive in it.

And as I touch your shoulder tonight this room has become the centre of the entire universe.

May the Spring embrace you', 'And embrace you, too.

Irene threw her arms about him and kissed him. Then she grinned and said, "Why, Danny Dunn! The water's almost light enough for me to see you blush.

Embrace the unknown. It is the only certainty.

Antigone — Et serre moi. Plus fort que tu ne m'as jamais serrée. Que toute ta force s'imprime dans moi. Hémon — Là. De toute ma force.

Knock, Knock. Who's there? Olive. Olive who? Olive...ooh. I love you, too, he said, figuring it out. You can tell me that one anytime you like. He folded her into his arms.

les beaux bras ronds des femmes, les lèvres qui s'appointent

she felt a warmth towards him, and as she had done many times before to another man she remembered only vaguely, the little girl put her arms around the crippled man's neck, pulled his head down to her and rested her cheek against his.

Sizi sürükleyen dalgad?r,yaÅŸam bu; ne yarg?lanabilir, ne anla??labilir, b?rak?n gitsin demekten baÅŸka yapacak bir ÅŸey yok.

Elle meurt dans mes bras d'un mal qu'elle me cache.

Soon he'll come in again and kiss me, but differently. He'll be different and so I'll be different. It'll be different. I thought, 'It'll be different, different. It must be different.

I can't sleep,' he said. 'Let me lie with my head on your silver breast.

With you, I don't want to do bad things.' 'There's always the one that you don't want to do bad things with, isn't there?' 'Yes, there's always the one,' he says. 'I want to lie close to you and feel your arms around me.' — And tell me everything, everything. . . . He has said that bit before.

You were in my arms for the first time, and you said my name, 'Tristan.' I answered you: 'Isolde.' Isolde. The world became a word.

And you? Now that I have discovered you? Beautiful, dangerous, unleashed. Still I try to hold you, knowing that your body is faced with knives.

I was the place where you anchored. I was the deep water where you could be weightless. I was the surface where you saw your own reflection. You scooped me up in your hands.

Loneliness isn't about being by yourself. That's fine, right and good, desirable in many ways. Loneliness is about finding a landing-place, or not, and knowing that, whatever you do, you can go back there. The opposite of loneliness isn't company, it's return. A place to return.

I would be tender as the night that covers up your foolishness and mine.

When I touch her, my fingers don't question what she is. My body knows who she is. The strange thing about strangers is that they are unknown and known. There is a pattern to her, a shape I understand, a private geometry that numbers mine. She is a maze where I got lost years ago, and now find the way out. She is the missing map. She is the place that I am. She is a stranger. She is the strange that I am beginning to love.

There's this world,' she banged the wall graphically, 'and there's this world,' she thumped her chest. 'If you want to make sense of either, you have to take notice of both.

Choosing to be alive and consciously committing to life, in all its exuberant chaos- and it's pain.