Quotes About Embrace

Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.

There's no better citizen than a veteran. There's so much waiting for you outside, and it's not something to be intimidated by or scared by; it is something to be embraced.

We think that fear must be played out in fight, with military intervention, or in flight, via isolationism - but we are not hunted game, and those are not the only options. There is also the possibility of acceptance, with its corollary of understanding and its ultimate manifestation in embracing.

We have this really retro vibe and style of songwriting and, personally, I wasn't embracing the current state of music until I fell in love with hip-hop. It felt good to suddenly embrace where music was headed, and I think hip-hop is the best at that, because it feels so progressive and everybody wants to be the best.

People think art comes out of strife. No, art comes out of love, and it comes out of freedom, and it comes out of feeling safe, and it comes out of feeling embraced by the vibe and by the energy. That's when you can make your best stuff.

I don't want to force my vibe on anyone, but you've got to learn to love yourself, as opposed to being in love with yourself.

Death is just a part of life, you know? It's what makes all of life more vibrant. It's coming whether we want to accept it or not.

I didn't find it difficult to live in the 'Inherent Vice' world or play those scenes, because they just seemed so real.

In the 1970s, we got a Labor government that put more emphasis on trade with Asia; the Vietnam war ended, and refugees were coming in. We were more part of Asia than America and the rest of the world. There was the proximity, for a start - all these countries and cultures just north of us. It just made sense that that's what we were part of.

No, don't," Evie said urgently as St. Vincent reached for the ties once more. She grappled with him, her fingers tangling with his. And then suddenly his mouth had caught hers, and he pushed her against the side of the building, anchoring her with his own body. His free hand caught the nape of her neck, beneath the weight of her damp hair. The lush pressure of his mouth caused a shock of response in every part of her body, all at once.

What is it, angel?" "You told me once you didn't know how 'happy' feels." "I remember." "And now?" Derek regarded her for a long moment, then pulled her flat against him, locking her in his arms. "It's this," he said, his voice slightly hoarse. "Right here and now." And she rested against his heart, content.

Pretend you're mine," he urged, his arms closing around her. "Just for a minute. Pretend there's never been anyone but me, that I'm the one you're promised to. Do it for me....I'll never ask again.

Turning, she held her arms out to him in a maternal gesture. McKenna went to her at once, his black head lowering to her soft, round shoulder as he wept.

You're so sweet . . . Cinda ... I knew you would feel like this ... I knew it would be this way. Put your arms around me . . . ah, Cin. . .

Closing his eyes, he turned his face from hers, only to find himself nuzzling hungrily at her throat. She pushed at him a little, her sharp whisper at his ear. "What is the matter with you?" Marcus shook his head helplessly. "I'm sorry," he rasped, even as he knew what he was about to do. "My God. Sorry—" His mouth clamped over hers, and he began to kiss her as if his life depended on it.

My arms ache to hold you," he said. "No' just for a little while. For a long time.

He learned how to love them without changing them. To let them be what they were meant to be.

She huddled against his bare chest, greedily absorbing the heat and scent of him. "Oh, this is dreadful." "Why dreadful?" he asked, smoothing and playing with her curls, his thumb venturing to her temple and grazing the fragile spot. "Because sometimes it's better not to know what one is missing." "Sweet," he whispered, and stole a kiss from her lips. "Sweet... let me stay with you a little longer.

Holly, sweet darling, you can't possibly think I'm going to let you go." He gathered her against him, besieging her with kisses.

The feel of her, soft and small and alive, caused him to groan with tortured relief. His hands raked over her, his mouth dragging hungrily over her hair, skin, clothes, as if he would devour her whole. "Grant," she gasped, flinching from the force of his kisses. He gave an animal growl of pleasure and need, crushing his lips hard over hers.

Although Evie was far quieter than the rest of the family, everyone paid close attention whenever she spoke. For all her gentleness, she possessed a core of inner strength that had made her the center of the Challons' world. And she was so kind that Keir couldn't help but like her. When they'd first met, the duchess had stared at him for a moment of wonder, and then had smiled and embraced him with tear-glittered eyes, as if he were her own long-lost child instead of Kingston's.

You don't know how to cuddle," she said. "No," Tom had admitted. "I'm not sure what it's for.

Sing to me," Merripen whispered as the blinding darkness rolled over him. Win continued to stroke his head as she crooned a lullaby. His fingers touched her throat, seeking the precious vibration of her voice, and the sparks faded as he lost himself in her, his fate, at last.

I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses...the smell of your hair, the taste of your skin, the touch of your breath on my face. I want to see you in the final hour of my life...to lie in your arms as I take my last breath.