Quotes About Embrace

all creatures with high cognitive ability, to one degree or another, were often fools and should embrace their foolishness rather than deny it.

Henceforth, she will.

Just because we have birds inside us, we don't have to be cages.

If you shift lenses from "I'm in the world" to "I am the world ," you will understand that it's not only okay to be everything, but it's essential.

Being kind is like looking at your own reflection in the calm waters of a lake. Then the act of kindness ripples those waters, like a stone tossed upon the surface.

Just being in his arms was like heaven; it felt like I was coming home.

when we fail to be kind and loving, then we fail to be wise.

I wasn't sure who moved first, Palmer or me. Before I realized what was happening, I was in his embrace, my arms around his neck. We were kissing as if I was sending him off to war.

I love this idea, Bruno says. Of being broken but finding pleasure in it.

He was my true home. My first safe place.

How am I supposed to let you go, that's all I'm asking. I want to hold you again, smell you, and, yes too, I just want you to fade. To please, please fade...

I love my burdens.

I'm alone," Angie had told me a month ago. "No, you're not." "You're not alone," I said, my arms wrapped around her from behind. "Yes, I am. And all your holding and all your love can't change that right now.

that parish which allows the living to grasp the no longer cold hand of the beloved dead

One could never hold happiness for very long, one had to snatch it whenever it came one's way.

Only in restoring the web of connection can we find peace. I'm sure it is possible to heal in a mountaintop cave alone, but for most of us the quickest and deepest healing happens in the embrace of others.

When we accept our own pain we can begin to see past it to the other person's woundedness. We can begin to consider that if we were in their shoes, if we stood inside their story, we might have done to others what they did to us.

Till she seemed to swoon, gradually her mind went, and she passed away, everything in her was melted down and fluid, and she lay still, become contained by him, sleeping in him as lightning sleeps in a pure, soft stone.

I shook so that it was some time before I realized that he was shaking too, and for the same reason. I don't know how long we sat there on the dusty floor, crying in each others arms with the longing of twenty years spilling down our faces.

Then the room relaxed in cheers and babbling, and she turned in his arms to kiss him hard and cling to him, and he thought perhaps it didn't matter that they faced in opposite directions - so long as they faced each other.' Roger Wakefield {Drums Of Autumn}

He reached out a long arm and drew me in, holding me close against him. I put my arms around him and felt the quiver of his muscles, exhausted, and the sheer hard strength still in him, that would hold him up, no matter how tired he might be. We stood quite still for some time, my cheek against his chest and his face against my hair, drawing strength from each other for whatever might come next. Being married.

Come to bed, a nighean. Nothing hurts when ye love me." He was right; nothing did.

He reached forward then took me in his arms, held me close for a moment, the breath of snow and ashes cold around us. Then he kissed me, released me, and I took a deep breath of cold air, harsh with the scent of burning.

It starts out the same, but then, after a moment," he said, speaking softly, "suddenly it's as though I've a living flame in my arms." His touch grew firmer, outlining my lips and caressing the line of my jaw. "And I want only to throw myself into it and be consumed.