Quotes About Closeness

Death was defiance. Death was an attempt to communicate; people feeling the impossiblity of reaching the centre which, mystically, evaded them; closeness drew apart; rapture faded; one was alone. There was an embrace in death.

Age makes you want to hold everyone you love as close as you can.

I love you," she whispered, moving deeper into his arms. "Please, don't ever let me go." He held her close. "Baby, not a chance.

he stretched out beside her, uncomfortably close, as if they were lovers. Real lovers and not the most mismatched pair of fuck buddies ever.

I'm not leaving you." Her hot breath whispered across his ear, and his groin tightened. "I'd rather die with you than die alone.

God's divine intention is that we have abundant life by experiencing the closeness of the Holy Spirit in our cells, synapses, thoughts, dreams, attitudes, and emotions—in our entire being.

NT writings the Spirit is linked specifically with Jesus in a remarkable and unparalleled closeness.31

Tan fuerte que parece que no puedes respirar. Tan intenso que deseas estar siempre con esa persona y no separarte de ella nunca más

daughter-in-law, Cecy, with whom she had become dear friends.

Because the difference between a friend and a real friend is that you and the real friend come from the same territory, of the same place deep inside you, and that means you see the world in the same kind of way. You know each other even before you do.

From we to three. Oh, my dear, I love you so.

I cannot describe God in the same way that I cannot describe a picture I am holding millimeters from my eyes—the picture is made strange and unknowable not because it is distant but because it is so close.

Phyllis and I pray these chaplets together; at three o'clock, every first Saturday. We are never in the same town. For months, we do not speak on the phone or email. We pray these chaplets for just a few minutes, maybe as many as sixty minutes, once a month on a Saturday afternoon. Intimacy with the elusive God is that kind of intimacy. It is the closeness of praying together, apart.

The change, I think, that conversion gradually effects on your heart is this: you come, over some stretched-out time, to want to do the things that God wants you to do, because you want to be close to Him.

You didn't mind someone shutting out the world as long as they were happy to take you inside with them.

I used to think that's what love was: knowing someone so well he was like a part of you.

There was an ease between them that, Moody was sure, could only come from being intimately comfortable with another person's body.

but there had also been an intense comfort in being close together, like small animals sheltered deep in their den.

The occasional embrace, a head leaned for just a moment on your shoulder, when what you really wanted more than anything was to press them to you and hold them so tight you fused together and could never be taken apart.

At any given moment—every moment he could arrange, in fact—he was there with Pearl, in the booth at the diner, in the fork of a tree, watching her big eyes drink in everything around them as if she were ferociously thirsty.

The occasional embrace, a head lean, just a moment on your shoulder, when what you really wanted more than anything was to press them to you and hold them so tight you fuse together and could never be taken apart.

He wanted to twine himself in the tiny curlicues of her handwriting.

For if there is ever a moment when we are most vulnerable, it's when we're closest to the idea of the attained desire, and thus farthest from ourselves, which is when we'll tread through any flame.

Then, putting his palm on top of my head, like a warm hat, he whispered, "Pay attention. Be a person for whom love is not lost.