Quotes About Embrace

Vierte amor en las heridas.

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

Touching him was always so important to me. It was something I lived for. I never could explain why. Little, nothing touches. My fingers against his shoulder. The outsides of our thighs touching as we squeezed together on the bus. I couldn't explain it, but I needed it. Sometimes I imagined stitching all of our little touches together. How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love? Why does anyone ever make love?

I like to see people reunited, maybe that's a silly thing, but what can I say, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can't tell fast enough, the ears that aren't big enough, the eyes that can't take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone

In the struggle between yourself and the world, side with the world.

The end of the world has come often, and continues to often come. Unforgiving, unrelenting, bringing darkness upon darkness, the end of the world is something we have become well acquainted with, habitualized, made into a ritual. It is our religion to try to forget it in its absence, make peace with it when it is undeniable, and return its embrace when it finally comes for us, as it always does.

No father knows that he is carrying his son up the stairs for the final time

that night was the first time your mother and I made love since I returned, and the last time we ever made love, it didn't feel like the last time, I'd kissed Anna for the last time, seen my parents for the last time, spoken for the last time, why didn't I learn to treat everything like it was my last time, my greatest regret is how much I believed in the future

I like to see people reunited, maybe that's a silly thing, but what can I say, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can't tell fast enough, the eyes that can't take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone…

A me piace vedere le persone riunite, forse è sciocco, ma che dire, mi piace vedere la gente che si corre incontro, mi piacciono i baci e i pianti, amo l'impazienza, le storie che la bocca non riesce a raccontare abbastanza in fretta, le orecchie che non sono abbastanza grandi, gli occhi che non abbracciano tutto il cambiamento, mi piacciono gli abbracci, la ricomposizione, la fine della mancanza di qualcuno.

Ojalá vivas todos los días de tu vida!

Your heart, mind, hands and feet are stamped with the imprint of the Creator. Little wonder that the Devil wants you to be ashamed of your body.

intentar escapar de los malos pensamientos es salir a buscarlos.

que el presente sea aún mejor que el pasado, no significa que yo no tenga que elaborar el duelo.

Tu ausencia me rodea como la cuerda a la garganta, el mar al que se hunde.

The web of time - the strands of which approach one another, bifurcate, intersect, or ignore each other through the centuries - embraces every possibility. We do not exist in most of them. In some you exist and not I, while in others I do, and you do not, and in yet others both of us exist.

This web of time – the strands of which approach one another, bifurcate, intersect or ignore each other through the centuries – embraces every possibility. We do not exist in most of them. In some you exist and not I, while in others I do, and you do not.

Me negué, con suave energía, a discutir el Aleph; lo abracé, al despedirme, y le repetí que el campo y la serenidad son dos grandes médicos

Believe your pain.' This awful bear hug is no mistake. Nothing that disturbs you is. Remember all along that there is no embrace in this world that won't finally unclasp.

He placed his left hand on my chest and I did the same. We stood there like that for a while feeling each other's hearts beat with love for our sacred homelands. It was one of the best conversations I ever had.

All life stinks and you must embrace that with compassion.

Suddenly you're ripped into being alive. And life is pain, and life is suffering, and life is horror, but my god you're alive and its spectacular.

It is the imperfections of life that are lovable.

And said in wonderment My love I have finally come home...