Quotes About Embrace

Let us embrace forgiveness's embrace, And let resentment find no space, For in its essence, we find our own light, Guiding us through the darkest night.

Life is given to live, not survive.

The first time I met and embraced Judy Garland, it made pharmaceutical history.

Life is one in all its manifestations. You must experience everything, be capable of everything, and rejoice in everything.

But if you don't talk about the people you've loved and lost, they just fade away.

WHEREVER THERE IS A HUMAN BEING, THERE IS AN OPPORTUNITY FOR A KINDNESS' —Lucius Annaeus Seneca (p.3).

The world hangs like a heart-shaped locket around my neck.

When you give yourself wholly to a piece of ground, its goodness enters your bloodstream like an infusion. You will never be alone the same way again, and never quite dislocated. Your heart will grow down into and back out of that ground like a tree.

It had been a long time since she had allowed a man to put his arms around her, to let herself relax into the warmth of his presence.

Part of my soul…Adam's words, his own words, spoken that long ago night broke over him; and his soul, comprehending what his reason could not, rushed to claim, to embrace that other half of itself with a joyful recognition that made him light-headed and tempted him to commit unforgivable liberties.

He wanted to taste nothing unless it was the sweetness of her mouth, the musk of her arousal, the salt of her tears, wanted to touch nothing unless it was the silk of her hair, her soft curves, wanted to breathe nothing unless it had come from her lungs.

Forget you are a man. Loose the animal you hide inside.

She thought he was about to kiss her again. Instead, he slowly sank to his knees, grasped her waist, and pressed his lips to her belly. Her stretch marks. He was kissing her stretch marks.

You're so good to me." She wrapped her arms around him. "Sliding off the highway was the best thing that's ever happened to me." "You didn't know it, angel, but you were coming home.

He turned to her, pulled her against him for one last embrace. " Tha moran ghradh agam ort, dh'Annaidh.""My love lies upon you, Annie, and it always will" . Then he did something she never would have expected. He dropped to his knees, grasped her hips, and pressed his lips to her belly over her womb. She twined her fingers in his hair, stifling a sob. " Tha moran ghradh agam ort, a luaidh .

He wanted her. Here, now, between growing vines and fallen leaves, in the rain and the mud. Anywhere.And she wanted him, too.

It was there. That feeling, that oneness, that she'd always sought, that she'd always longed for, that had always eluded her. It was right there in each other's arms. She had found it at last and she wanted to revel in it, expand it, prolong it. She wanted to make it theirs, forever. And keep it both secreted inside their hearts and shared with the entire human race.

Love is rare enough in this life, that when you come acrost it you'd best grab ahold, and hang on for dear life.

Piney woke up wearing a big grin on his face. He couldn't remember when he'd slept so well. He pulled the pillow next to him up over his face. He could smell her hair on it. "Jesse," he murmured to himself. He liked her. He really liked her. And he loved, loved, loved doing her. Being inside her. She was so hot. She was so tight. She was… Piney stopped himself in midthought and rolled out of bed. His mind was headed where his body could not go.

The light that had flared to life in her mind, the mating light, burned brightly, filling her with an endless glow of warmth and love. She cocked her head. "They say a leopard can't change his spots." "Liv . . ." The word ached. She pressed her hand to his cheek and smiled at him with all the love in her heart. "It's a good thing you're not a leopard.

Next to the fire is where you are born and where you die. Around the fire is where encounters are sealed.

The underground is a dangerous but potentially life-giving place to which depression takes us; a place where we come to understand that the self is not set apart or special or superior but is a common mix of good and evil, darkness and light; a place where we can finally embrace the humanity we share with others. That is the best image I can offer not only of the underground but also of the field of forces surrounding the experience of God.

Wholeness does not mean perfection: it means embracing brokenness as an integral part of life. Knowing this gives me hope that human wholeness-mine, yours, ours-need not be a utopian dream, if we can use devastation as a seedbed for new life.

another clue to finding true self and vocation: we must withdraw the negative projections we make on people and situations-projections that serve mainly to mask our fears about ourselves-and acknowledge and embrace our own liabilities and limits.