Quotes About Embrace

If being sane is thinking there's something wrong with being different, I'd rather be completely #$%^&^& mental.

One day I hope you understand when you reached out your hand, I grasped it, I never let it go.

Death smiles at us all, all a man can do is smile back.

You cannot embrace your destiny if you do not let go of your history.

The thrill of coming home has never changed.

You end up making a home in every place you're at, in a small way. In any way you can find a kind of mindfulness.

If you evade suffering you also evade the chance of joy. Pleasure you may get, or pleasures, but you will not be fulfilled. You will not know what it is to come home.

It's such a profound alienation for a person not to be at home in their own body.

No matter how you get here or where you end up, human beings have this miraculous gift to make that place home.

Let your heart go Home, even before your body arrives.

Home is the dearest spot on earth, and it should be the centre, but not the boundary, of the affections.

There is no home as comfortable as your father's arms and no bed as soft as your mother's lap.

I do like to live in other people's homes. I enjoy being a guest. I am an inexpensive guest. When one lives in another's home he can enter into the psychic kingdom of that person.

If there's a place for it in your heart, there's a place for it in your home.

Go home, Gideon. Please." "I am home." He caught me from behind and buried his face in mu soaked hair. "I'm with you.

I always feel that when I come to Edinburgh, in many ways I am coming home.

Place means nothing to me. I can be at home anywhere.

Home is wherever I go.

Dear Anna, we will live in a home with no walls, so that everywhere we go will be our home.

For more and more of us, home has less to do with a piece of soil than a piece of soul.

A culture of honor is celebrating who a person is without stumbling over who they're not.

Then worms shall try That long preserved virginity, And your quaint honor turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust. The grave's a fine and private place But none, I think, do there embrace.

I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you.

To fall asleep in your embrace,Land of our dreams, what bliss,O you our cradle, you our grave,You the new hope we ever crave,Peninsula so beautiful,Finland for aye our all!