Quotes About Embrace

He threw open the shutters and was silent. "There," he said, pointing to a shooting star. "Wish to stay together. Hurry." She watched the star's arc fade and wished, secure in her love's embrace. "I wish that we'll be together forever," she whispered. He pressed his lips against her ear. "I wish that we'll be together forever," he echoed. "Now it can't help but come to pass.

The universe, the landscape, it is all changing. It has not changed enough-that is a given- but it is changing, and evolution is something to embrace. Racism is alive and well and we still encounter microaggressions on a regular basis, bat at least now we can go home and close the door and enjoy some entertainment, see ourselves on-screen, imagine ourselves as superheroes and goddesses. Before, you got hassled, you went home, and you had nothing. That's the difference

Impossible. But you know I'm there in spirit. In the middle of a ball, at the theater or even at court I'm here, inside you. Where I belong.

Serena walked off campus and when she was sure no one was watching, she headed down a side street, then ran over to La Brea. Stanton's car was parked in from of Pink's hot dog stand. Its sleek black metal reflected the late afternoon sun. He glanced up and smiled in recognition. He walked up to her and wrapped his arms tenderly around her. She pressed against him, enjoying his gentle touch. Then he kissed the top of her head and she looked up at him, her eyes now unguarded. "Ready?

Even to be impaled by a happy fate makes you jerk against the knowledge of inevitability, of final commitment.

Once history holds your hand, it never lets go. But it has an anxious grip and takes you places you couldn't expect.

Refuse to wallow in the depressing angst condemnation brings. On the other hand, embrace any conviction you feel. Condemnation defeats us. Conviction unlocks the greatest potential for change.

God isn't afraid of your sharp edges that may seem quite risky to others. He doesn't pull back. He pulls you close.

This journey will require you to make some tough sacrifices, but I've come to look at this process as embracing healthy choices rather than denying myself.

God's presence in our lives fills us with His acceptance and love.

Share our similarities, celebrate our differences.

Some love is so powerful after all, that it must always include sadness, because encrypted within it is the knowledge that someday it will come to an end.

Ama como a estrada começa.

Deegan elaborated that the goal of such recovery "is not to become normal" or to "get mainstreamed," but to "embrace our human vocation of becoming more deeply, more fully human.

Mon corps est amour. Nous sortons de l'histoire par notre propre ventre en criant. Nous sommes nos propres enfants.

You have to let it all hang out, let go of the ideas that were more comfortable and embrace some of the sadness in your life.

They stood like that, his embrace still holding her, for ten seconds at most, during which she ignored the truth of the moment and allowed herself to savor the illusion of being cared for.

Only that: we are here. This is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth and feel it touch your feet. This is what it means to be alive.

Circe, he says, it will be all right. It is not the saying of an oracle or a prophet. ... He does not mean that it does not hurt. He does not mean that we are not frightened. Only that: we are here. This is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth and feel it touch your feet. This is what is means to be alive.

I would not be able to bear it, I thought. I would seize him, hold him to me. But I only embraced him a final time, pressing hard as if to set him into my skin. Then I watched him take his place among them, stand upon the prow, outlined against the sky. The light darted silver from the waves. I lifted my hand in blessing and gave my son to the world.

My fears forgotten in the golden harbour of his arms.

En la oscuridad, dos figuras alargan los brazos a través de una penumbra espesa y penosa. Y cuando las manos se tocan, se derrama la luz de cien urnas doradas, por las que el sol parece salir a borbotones.

I let him hold me, let him press us length to length so close that nothing might fit between us.

He holds me so tightly I can feel the faint beat of his chest, like the wings of a moth. An echo, the last bit of spirit still tethered to my body. A torment.