Quotes About Embrace

I had stood beside my father's light. I had held Aeëtes in my arms, and my bed was heaped with thick-wooled blankets woven by immortal hands. But it was not until that moment that I think I had ever been warm.

The space beside me on the bed was empty, but the pillow still held the shape of him, and the sheets smelled of us both.

He does not mean it does not hurt. He does not mean 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 it means to be alive.

Dans l'obscurité, deux ombres tendent les bras à travers le crépuscule pesant et sans espoir. Leurs mains se rencontrent, et quand la lumière les inonde subitement, on dirait que cent urnes dorées déversent soudain leur contenu ensoleillé.

moment he woke and knew me. Our limbs slid against one another, on paths that we had traced so many times before, yet

Later, we lay on the riverbank, learning the lines of each other's bodies anew. This, and this and this. We were like gods at the dawning of the world, and our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.

He holds me all night long, pressing my cold hands to his mouth.

I reached across that breathing air between us and found him.

Mi tiene così stretto che riesco a sentire il debole battito del suo petto, come le ali di una falena. Un'eco, l' ultimo brandello di spirito ancora imbrigliato al mio corpo. Un tormento.

His flesh was hot as a brazier, and I pressed as close as he would let me, like a lizard to noonday rocks.

midwife gave my mother a pillow to hold instead of me. My mother hugged it. She did not seem to notice a change had been made.

My hands feel empty without the garland. I watch King Peleus embrace his son. I see the boy toss the garland in the air and catch it again. He is laughing, and his face is bright with victory.

Nos abrazamos mientras pensaba en cuántas noches había permanecido tendido despierto en aquella estancia, amándole en silencio.

Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.

The sailors dropped to their knees. 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.

His skin is familiar as my own beneath my fingers. I listen to his breath, warm upon the night air, and somehow I am comforted. 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 it means to be alive.

His voice was resonant, warm, with a pull to it that reminded me of ocean tides.

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. (circle 385)

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 it means to be alive.

I pressed as close as he would let me, like a lizard to noonday rocks.

I think that life is a paradox and you have to embrace that in your work and your belief systems... you can't be a literalist, and that's the trouble that people always find themselves in. That's why people always hit a wall with any of my stuff, because you can't take it literally.

The best way to hold a man is in your arms.

And he said nothing. Just put his arms around her more closely as the whole heart clinic and their friends and relations danced to the music of "Hey Jude".

All we have to face in the future is what has happened in the past. It is unbearable.