Hugs Quotes

That's what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you when you're not so lovable.

Family    Friends    Hugs    Life    Lovable    Love    People

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.

You know, sometimes the world seems like a pretty mean place.'
'That's why animals are so soft and huggy.

You think that holding someone hard will bring them closer. You think that you can hold them so hard that you'll still feel them, embossed on you, when you pull away.
Every time Eleanor pulled away from Park, she felt the gasping loss of him.

Yay!” Tyson went around the couches and gave everyone a big hug—even Octavian, who didn't look thrilled about it.

He was one of those guys who'd pronounce I'm a hugger as he came at you, neglecting to ask if the feeling was mutual.

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

Savor the Moment

Nora Roberts

Savor the Moment
Family    Hugs    Love    Relationships

If you're angry at a loved one, hug that person. And mean it. You may not want to hug - which is all the more reason to do so. It's hard to stay angry when someone shows they love you, and that's precisely what happens when we hug each other.

Anger    Hugs

There was a roar of delight from the forward bench, and then the bearlike figure of Nils Ropehander came lumbering down the deck, bellowing congratulations.
"What's that? The General? Engaged? Well General, here's my hand in congratulations!"
The expression
here's my hand
turned out to be a loose one. Nils scooped Horace up in a massive bear hug of delight. The hug, unlike the expression, was not a loose one. When he released Horace, the young groom-to-be crumpled, moaning breathlessly, to the deck.

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

She had a lot of hugs to give, but not enough people to give them to.

Sundays at Tiffany's

James Patterson

Sundays at Tiffany's

I don't do hugging. I don't like people touching me ever when there's no treat involved. It's too intimate and it bothers me.

Hugs usually mean more than just a hug.

Cute    Hayley    Hugs    Love

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.

Hugs should be available at the medical stores 24/7. Sometimes, they are the best healers for almost everything.

Heal    Hugs    Philosphy

However long a hug lasts, it doesn't last long enough.

Friendship    Hugs    Lasting    Love

#1487: Hug a cow.

Cows    Happiness    Hugs

When I met Millie, she was a hugger. She hugged over everything. I didn’t. We came to an agreement that hugs are reserved for prolonged partings and death. That’s it. At least, I thought that was our agreement. It seems like she’s figured out how to steal hugs more frequently. Millie’s turned into a hit and run hugger.

Friends    Friendship    Hug    Hugger    Hugs    Sneaky

Some moments can only be cured with a big squishy grandma hug.

If kissing was a language I was sure we’d 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    Kissing    Love    Special

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.


Patrick Carman

Comfort    Embrace    Hugs    Land of elyon    Love    Special    Stargazer

A blown kiss is not a proper kiss. Hugs and kisses should be hugs and kisses, not breaths of air. I am tired of breaths of air and not enough hugs and kisses.

Children    Hugs    Kisses    Pea

What kind of world have we built when it is more acceptable to ask for sex than a cuddle session? … Have we so stripped our sexuality of inherent value that it becomes the sacrificial lamb on the altar of connection, because everything else is too precious to risk? I'm the first one to say that my body is an amusement park, and I like to have fun with it – and let other people ride it – but there is still a divinity in it. It is no less precious than our fears, our smiles, our hopes, our tears. And this goes not just for women, but for all people. I've known men and dominants who felt they could be vulnerable only during sex, and so they would ask for that instead of talking about what was bothering them, or even simply as a distraction from their own thoughts and troubles.

Connection    Hugs    Self worth    Sex    Sexuality

A hug from a samurai girl is warmer than a heap of blankets and more meaningful than a pile of words.

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

Angry    Argue    Enmity    Fight    Hugs    Kisses

Be the first to hug and you will be the most to be the hugged

Hug    Hugs

I never realized the warmth of his hug, until he was not around when I need it. 'Oh Dad! I miss you.

Hug    Hugs

You can make change or it can make YOU. Change is to keep us on our toes. Change is to make us look more closely. What doesn't change are the arms you use to hug with. Those stay the same.

Mr. Flux

Kyo Maclear

Mr. Flux

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

Some hugs were awkward. One person’s arm headed over the other’s shoulder just as that person was mirroring the action. So it would almost look like a defensive karate move in slow motion.
Sometimes, a guy liked to hug around the waist and if the girl was shorter, he’d straighten a little and she’d end up on tip toe. This had always made her feel like a melon being weighed for juiciness. From the wrong man, from any man really, it was a creepy hug.
Other hugs were comfortable, a perfect synchronization of arms crisscrossing around one another’s backs, a full, warm, brief embrace that said "I care about you" but didn’t cross any weird lines.

Embrace    Embracing    Hug    Hugging    Hugs

Sometimes, I present myself as an expert and talk non-sense. To be honest, passing out hugs is far better than passing judgements. TRY THIS!

Aw, group hug! No one's a mindless robot anymore. Score!

- Wiesz, Tsukuru – głos Eri wydobywał się spomiędzy jej palców. - Mam do ciebie prośbę.
- Jaką?
- Czy mógłbyś mnie przytulić?
Tsukuru pomógł jej wstać i objął ją. Dwie duże piersi przylgnęły do niego jak jakiś dowód. Na plecach czuł ciepło jej dłoni. Miękki, mokry policzek dotknął jej szyi.
- Myślę, że już nigdy nie będę mogła wrócić do Japonii – wyszeptała. Jej ciepły, wilgotny oddech musnął jego ucho. - Bo wszystko by mi przypominało Yuzu. I nasze...
Tsukuru nic nie powiedział, tylko mocniej ją objął.
Stali tak objęci, prawdopodobnie widoczni przez otwarte okno. Ktoś mógł tamtędy przechodzić. Edvard z dziećmi mógł w każdej chwili wrócić. Ale takie rzeczy nie miały znaczenia. Niech ludzie sobie myślą, co chcą. Musieli się tu teraz obejmować ze wszystkich sił. Musieli się zbliżyć i razem odegnać długi cień złego ducha. Prawdopodobnie Tsukuru po to tu przyjechał.
Bardzo długo – ile to mogło trwać? - stali tak blisko siebie. Biała firanka nadal nieregularnie kołysała się na wietrze, policzki Eri nadal były mokre, a Alfred Brendel nadal grał utwory z "Roku drugiego. Włochy: Sonet Petrarki nr 47" i "Sonet Petrarki nr 104". Tsukuru dokładnie je wszystkie pamiętał. Mógłby je zanucić z pamięci. Po raz pierwszy zdał sobie sprawę, jak głęboko wsłuchiwał się w nie sercem.
Nic więcej nie mówili. Słowa nie miały mocy. Jak tancerze, którzy przestali się poruszać, stali tylko cicho objęci, poddając się nurtowi czasu. Był to czas, w którym mieszały się przeszłość, teraźniejszość i prawdopodobnie także trochę przyszłości. Między ich ciałami nie było luk, jej ciepły oddech w regularnych odstępach owiewał jej szyję. Tsukuru zamknął oczy i poddając się brzmieniu muzyki, wsłuchiwał się w odgłos bicia serca Eri, który nakładał się na stukot małej łódki uderzającej o pomost.


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