Groucho Marx Quotes

Love is closeness.

He dropped the pretense, and dropped his head, so his brow came to rest against the sun-warmed top of hers. His arms went around her and drew her in, and Karou and Akiva were like two matches struck against each other to flare starlight. With a sigh, she softened, and it was pure homecoming to melt against him and rest.

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

I've always loved kissing. We all do, don't we?

What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.

I have looked into your eyes with my eyes. I have put my heart near your heart.

The best way to hold a man is in your arms.

Sometimes, an afternoon spent in bed with someone can be the most important thing in the universe.

Being cuddly has nothing to do with size.

It is very natural for a couple in love to be physically intimate.

Baby, in a world without pity Do you think what I'm askin's too much I just want to feel you in my arms Share a little of that Human Touch.

Sunday night meant, in the dark, wintry, rainy Midlands ... anywhere where two creatures might stand and squeeze together and spoon.... Spooning was a fine art, whereas kissing and cuddling are calf-processes.

She leaned into me, and when I closed my eyes, I knew I wanted nothing more than to hold her this way forever.

The arms of love encompass you with your present, your past, your future, the arms of love gather you together.

With the most infinite tenderness I have ever known in my life, he put his arms around me, gently, gently, and I embraced him around the neck, and we touched.

Holding you, I held everything.

That night we push our cots just a little closer together, and look into each other's eyes in the moments before we fall asleep. When he finally drifts off, our fingers are twisted together in the space between the beds. I smile a little, and let myself go.

He closed his eyes as she put her hand on his shoulder, and in that instant, nothing else mattered. Not the song, not the place, not the other couples around him. Only this, only her. He gave himself over to the feel of her body as it pressed against him, and they moved slowly in small circles on the sawdust-strewn floor, lost in a world that felt as though it had been created for just the two of them.

When it's cold & dark at night, and we're alone together, I long to take you in my arms, and cuddle you forever.

Blaire, even if all we do is kiss or just lay there and talk, I'm okay with that. I just wanted you up here. Close to me.

If I had my way we'd sleep every night all wrapped around each other like hibernating rattlesnakes.

Willow nestled against him. He smoothed her long hair down the back of her T-shirt, feeling its softness. In a few moments she fell asleep again, her breathing warm and regular against his chest. Alex kissed her head, his arms tightening around her. As he drifted back to sleep himself, he saw a brief flash of the thousands of angels streaming in, but right then it seemed distant, almost unimportant. The only thing that mattered was that he was lying in a bed holding Willow, their bare legs entwined. It was all he wanted to do for the rest of his life.

You know it's love when you want to keep holding hands even after you're sweaty.

Oh to have you with me, to have you here, not to be alone, but to be with you, my beauty, you of all souls! You.