Jurgen Klopp Quotes

I don't mind being called Maddy at all, but I mind the closeness that you assume you get by calling me by my pet name. So merely by calling me Maddy, I don't give you the authority to come and put your hand around my shoulder.

I'd rather kiss my best friend than kiss some random guy.

I like hugging who I like to hug and I want to be hugged by whom I want to hug.

Laughing together is as close as you can get to a hug without touching.

Hugging is not my shtick.

When it's a love scene with someone you actually love, there's no feeling like, 'Can I touch him here? Can I touch him there?' You know what your boundaries are - or what they aren't, I suppose.

When I'm dancing with any woman, I immediately get rid of intimacy barriers. I just give her a big hug and crack on.

I'm not just going to hug every person that asks to hug me.

It's not necessarily the best situation for me to try to hug someone unless I really know them. And I don't really know anybody, so.

I've had girls that kissed me on the cheek. People get so pumped, and so excited, they don't see you as a person. Which is fair. Sometimes, I don't see people as people. But at the end of the day, you can't put your hands on me unless I hug you first.

When he first put his arms around me, it was tentative, like maybe he expected I'd pull away. When I didn't, he moved in closer, his hands smoothing over my shoulders, and in my mind I saw myself retreating a million times when people tried to do this same thing: my sister or my mother, pulling back and into myself, tucking everything out of sight, where only I knew where to find it. This time, though, I gave in. I let Wes pull me against him, pressing my head against his chest, where I could feel his heart beating, steady and true.

I hear footsteps and Four's hands wrap around my wrists. I let him pry my hands from my eyes. He encloses one of my hands perfectly between two of his. The warmth of his skin overwhelms the ache in my fingers from holding the bars. "You all right?" he asks, pressing our hands together. "Yeah." He starts to laugh.

He blinked a few times, each motion so slow that he was never quite sure if he’d get his eyes open again. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. Funny how he was only just realizing it. Funnier still that he couldn’t seem to summon any concern for her maidenly sensibilities. She might be blushing. He couldn’t tell. It was too dark to see. But it didn’t matter. This was Honoria. She was a good egg. A sensible egg. She wouldn’t be scarred forever by the sight of his chest.

Intimacy can be about holding someone's hand. It could be about stroking their hair.

The best relationships develop out of friendships.

We live in a kissy society.

I'll put it out there: I love getting hugs.

A friend is someone with whom you dare to be yourself.

There's nothing like being hugged or held or just anything as simple as that.

I can't really explain what it's like to be in love, but I feel like it's being comfortable. It's almost like having a best friend. It's a beautiful thing.

A friend is, as it were, a second self.

I love hugging people. I still hug everybody in my meet-and-greet lines.

Physical contact is a human necessity.

When you're really close to someone, they can make fun of you a lot and get away with it. But they sort of poke you in all of the right places.

It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them.