Quotes About Clasp

How much I envy you, you greedy earth, who get to clasp the one who's taken from me, and keep me from the air of her sweet face in which I once found peace from all my war! How

Once the bear's hug has got you, it is apt to be for keeps.

I swearwe'd lose ourhearts ifthey weren'twith elasticand butterflypinclasped safelyin.

Her bra was cotton and white and, bless its little frickin´ heart, had a front clasp.

his or her hand

Nathalie dropped into a crouch and fastened braces around her ankles, binding the soles of her feet with the broad bands of fabric holding the strange little knobs and springs and magnets (at least Inez thought they must be magnets). Each time a brace was clicked into place, a tiny green light on the clasp glinted. Inez cleared her throat, uncertain that Nathalie was even listening. "Perhaps you could ask after her and then message me which dome she's in?" Nathalie

She had no recollection, later, of having decided what to do next, or of having hunted for something to wear, but somehow she was hurrying down the stairs, dressed in shadowhunter gear, the letter in one hand and the chain with the ring clasped hastily around her throat.

If I could make you stay, I would," he shouted. "If I had to beat you, chain you, starve you—if I could make you stay, I would." He turned back into the room; the wind blew his hair. He shook his finger at me, grotesquely playful. "One day, perhaps, you will wish I had.

Take hands. There is no love now. But there are hands. There is no joining now, But a joining has been Of the fastening of fingers And their opening. More than the clasp even, the kiss Speaks loneliness, How we dwell apart, And how love triumphs in this.

Life is a little plot of light. We enter, clasp a hand or two, and go our several ways back into the darkness. The mystery is infinitely pathetic and picturesque.

Wombed in sin darkness I was too, made not begotten. By them, the man with my voice and my eyes and a ghost-woman with ashes on her breath. They clasped and sundered, did the coupler's will.

I tried on Claire's double strand of pearls in the mirror, ran the smooth, lustrous beads through my fingers, touched the coral rose of the clasp. The pearls weren't really white, they were a warm oyster beige, with little knots in between so if they broke, you only lost one. I wished my life could be like that, knotted up so that even if something broke, the whole thing wouldn't come apart.

What the hammer? What the Chains? In what furnace was thy brain? Where the anvil? What dread grasp? Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

Sunday is the golden clasp that binds together the volume of the week.

You know what i like about buttons? They're very small things that hold bigger things together. Awfully important, buttons - little but strong.

The sauce was so spicy it made her cheeks glisten, and I had to clasp my hands together so that I did not reach out and touch her skin.

If you love a Dream Woman ... let her stay the divine Woman of the Dream. To awaken and clasp flesh and blood, no matter how delicately tender, and find that love has sped at the dawn is a misery too deep for tears.

Once more do I warn thee,' answered the old man with undisturbed composure, "Wake not the dead" — let her rest.' 'Aye, but not in the cold grave: she shall rather rest on this bosom which burns with eagerness to clasp her.

locked his fingers on the arm of his

He can feel Death in the room, hovering in the shadows, over there beside the door, head averted, but watching all the same, always watching. It is waiting, biding its time. It will slide forward on skinless feet, with breath of damp ashes, to take her, to clasp her in its cold embrace, and he, Hamnet, will not be able to wrest her free. Should he insist it takes him too? Should they go together, just as they always have?

Erect, isolated, having at her side her husband and myself, the Duchesse stood on the left of the staircase, already wrapped in her Tiepolo cloak, the collar fastened by the clasp of rubies, being devoured by the eyes of women and of men seeking to chance upon the secret of her elegance and her beauty.

Wisdom is the lamp of love, and love is the oil of the lamp. Love, sinking deeper, grows wiser; and wisdom that springs up aloft comes ever the nearer to love. Love is the food of wisdom; wisdom the food of love; a circle of light within which those who love, clasp the hands of those who are wise.

He put his hands

You would think that would have helped. That a gift and clasped hands would make things right between us. But the silence was back now, stronger than before. Thick enough that you could spread it on your bread and eat it. There are some silences that even words cannot drive away. And while Denna was touching my hand, she wasn't holding it. There is a world of difference.