Annie Lennox Quotes

This is not a letter but my arms around you for a brief moment.

May my heart be your shelter, and my arms be your home.

Don't leave my embrace for here in my arms is your place.

With Woods arms wrapped around me and the beat of his heart pressed against my chest, I knew he would hold me steady. If I ever fell, I’d have him to catch me.

He lifted me up and held me close against him, my head on his shoulder. At that moment I loved him. In the morning light he was as golden, as soft, as gentle as myself, and he would protect me.

Stay with me tonight. Let me hold you even if that's all it is. Let me keep you safe.

Just hold me please,” she replied. I’d hold her forever if I could.

You're my North Star when I'm lost and feeling blue.

She buried her face in his shoulder. And while the truth still scared her, being in his arms made her feel like the sea finding its shore, like a traveler returning after a long, hard, distant trip-- finally returning home.

Hold my hand. Don't let go.

Outside are the storms and strangers: we — Oh, close, safe, warm sleep I and she, — I and she!

The warmth of his embrace soaked into me, a powerful charm against the dark things.

She is sitting on frozen ground wrapped in a blanket, her pale skin shining. She smiles and she stands and without words, she steps forward, opens the blanket, envelops me within it and within her and within myself. She kisses my cheek, the one not torn, she wraps me and she holds me. Her arms are thin but strong. She whispers in my ear, "I'm glad you're here.

What Lily craved was the darkness made by enfolding arms, the silence which is not solitude, but compassion holding its breath.

Sometime years before, I had dragged an old bean bag chair to that place. I watched Zach sink onto it, and then he pulled me down to lean against him. I felt his arms go around me, holding me tight. I was safe. I was warm. I was home.

I constantly looked for motherly protection.

What feeling is so nice as a child's hand in yours? So small, so soft and warm, like a kitten huddling in the shelter of your clasp.

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

Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak.

A boy is holding a girl so very tight in his arms tonight.

Love from one being to another can only be that two solitudes come nearer, recognize and protect and comfort each other.

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

Who can love to walk in the dark? But providence doth often so dispose.

Being cuddly has nothing to do with size.