hugs

Embrace one another with a holy hug.

Hug one another with a holy kiss.

It is never ridicule, but a compliment, that knocks a philosopher off his feet. He is already positioned for every possible counter-attack, counter-argument, and retort...only to find a big bear hug coming his way.

You can never have too many books or too many hugs.

When you are suffering from sexual starvation, a spank or even a hug seems like a porn scene.

It is an absolute human certainty that no one can know his own beauty or perceive a sense of his own worth until it has been reflected back to him in the mirror of another loving, caring human being.

When someone hugs you, let them be the first to let go.

Embrace each other with joyful smiles and sacred kiss.

Had life not given me reasons to grieve, I would never have known the healing power of a hug.

He gave her a quick, casual kiss on the cheek first. Then came the hug, and it was the hug that always made Laurel__ heart mush. Serious grip, cheek to the hair, eyes closed, just a little sway. Del__ hugs mattered, she thought, and made him impossible to resist.

Bewildered as he might be, sometimes a man's highest calling is simply to stand, and hug.

I wished I could spend the rest of my life... being slightly crushed by someone who loved me.

If kissing was a language I was sure we__ know it well. If it could measure the amount of love you felt for someone, our love was infinite after all. Even when we hugged I felt a special connection to him. It was in his loving embrace that I sought solace, where I found it, and where I would keep it. Our love was enchanting and magical, secretive and special. Overall, though, it was ours and we would treasure it.

Hugs usually mean more than just a hug.

In my view, there are many different kinds of hugs. There are the ones you give to huggers, people who hug all the time. These, to me, are by far the least special of all hugs. I see the outstretched arms for the third time in as many days-the expectation of an embrace- and I am drawn in by a feeling of good manners rather than sincere closeness. It's like shaking hands. There are also those I hug only once in a great while because I hardly ever see then, but who I don't necessarily feel that close to. Those kinds of hugs are probably the most awkward. I'm expected to hug so I do it, even if I'm not sure I want to. Hugs like these are brief, and I am always left wondering what sort of look the other person had on their face where I couldn't see. And then there are HUGS. Like the hugs my parents give me when I'm having a bad day, any sort of hug from Armon the giant, or a hug like the one with Yipes right now. Yipes and I are not apt to embrace each other unless there's a good reason to do it, but when there is a good reason, it's a hug that feels like it ought to.

When I hug you, I feel like I am hugging the universe of joy, and I emerge with the ecstasy of life.

When he let go of Clary, he turned and hugged Jace. Clary watched, tears running down her face.

We used to argue, fight and get angry, but we always ended our enmity with kisses and hugs.