Quotes About Embrace

The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude ; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation. The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.

What embraces, in which the lilacs were crushed between them! What ardent kisses! What pink flushes of happiness mounting the cheeks of the two women!

There ain't no way you can hold on to something that wants to go, you understand? You can only love what you got while you got it.

That way, if my mama ever came back, I could recognize her, and I would be able to grab her and hold on to her tight and not let her get away from me again.

There ain't no way you can hold on to something that wants to go, you understand? You can only love what you got while you got it.

There ain't no way that you can hold onto something that wants to go, you understand? You can only love what you got while you got it.

When acquaintances embrace, one can read the gap between them. When friends, when siblings embrace, no matter how close, there is still an infinitesimal distance, like a layer of molecules, separating them. When a mother hugs her child, they meet. But when lovers embrace, they don't just meet but join. Tess

Of course we all suffer,' Priya often told her. 'But if you cling to suffering or fight it then it will hold on like a rat. If you accept it's existence and the pain it causes you, then you can release it'.

And without even trying, she fell in love. Not with some guy who sent her an e-mail or posted a profile. No, she'd found someone else. Someone who'd always been around but to whom she'd never really given a second thought. Herself.

You can't change the music of your soul. —In Esquire, 1967

Trust your happiness and the richness of your life at this moment. It is as true and as much yours as anything else that ever happened to you.

with the most infinite tenderness I have ever known in my life, he put his arms around me, gently, gently, and I embraced him around the neck, and we touched...

Life is, after all, a sensual experience. Our senses have the power to truly transport us but also to ground us. Make us human.

Come alive, dead heart, and sing.

Look to the living, love them, and hold on.

What is love? It is not simply compassion, not simply kindness. In compassion there are two: the one who suffers and the one who feels compassion. In kindness there are two: the one who gives and the one who receives. But in love there is only one; the two join, unite, become inseparable. The I and the you vanish. To love means to lose oneself in the beloved

And so we stood together like that, at the top of that field for what seemed like ages, not saying anything, just holding each other, while the wind kept blowing and blowing at us, tugging our clothes, and for a moment, it seemed like we were holding onto each other because that was the only way to stop us from being swept away into the night.

And for a moment, it seemed like we were holding onto each other because that was the only way to stop us being swept away into the night.

Because whatever the song was really about, in my head, when I was dancing, I had my own version. You see, I imagined it was about this woman who'd been told she couldn't have babies. But then she'd had one, and she was so pleased, and she was holding it ever so tightly to her breast, really afraid something might separate them, and she's going baby, baby, never let me go.

Y durante lo que se me antojó una eternidad seguimos allí de pie, en lo alto de aquel campo, sin decir nada, abrazándonos, mientras el viento soplaba contra nosotros y nos tiraba de la ropa, y seguimos aferrándonos el uno al otro como si fuera la única manera de impedir que nos arrastrara al fondo de la noche.

Rimanemmo così, sulla sommità di quel campo, per quello che ci sembrò un tempo infinito, abbracciati senza dire una parola, mentre il vento non smetteva di soffiarci contro, e sembrava strapparci i vestiti di dosso; per un istante fu come se ci tenessimo stretti l'uno all'altra, perché quello era l'unico modo per non essere spazzati via nella notte.

Then the Coffee Cup Lady reached the RPO Building side, and she and the man were holding each other so tightly they were like one large person, and the Sun, noticing, was pouring his nourishment on them.

And so we stood together like that, at the top of that field, for what seemed like ages, not saying anything, just holding each other, while the wind kept blowing and blowing at us, tugging our clothes, and for a moment, it seemed like we were holding onto each other because that was the only way to stop us being swept away into the night.

I'm sure she felt it too, because we'd always hold each other very tight after times like that, as though that way we'd manage to keep the feeling away.