Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes

Hi,' I said, and I hugged her. I missed her more now that I actually had her in my arms than when I hadn't.

Hugging is not my shtick.

You know when you first meet someone and they shake your hand? Hugging is how I shake hands.

It hurt, and that is not a euphemism. It hurt like a beating.

I've always had a fascination with hugging (I'm not really particular about who or what it is I'm embracing as long as there's a “squish” factor).

By the time we arrived, as evening was approaching, I felt as sore as a rock must feel when the waterfall has pounded on it all day long.

He closed his eyes and let out a jagged breath. "Okay." He settled between my legs holding himself over me. "I've never been with a virgin, Eva. I'm going to try real hard not to hurt you." "Will it hurt you?" I asked, thinking about his pained expression when he'd said I was too tight. He smiled, "It's going to be the closest to heaven I'll ever get, baby.

I feel pain everyday of my life. When you see me perform, it's that pain you're seeing coming out. I put all my emotions, all my feelings, and my body on the line. People hurt me, I hurt myself - mentally, physically

Sometimes life seems so painful it hurts even to move my arms.

A hug is like a strangle you haven't finished yet.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself closer to him until my lips touched his.

Oh, love. Love is best of all. There is no such total element, not even pain. Who has ever loved, knows this. I need not say more.

Beau’s arms slipped around my waist. I knew I should step away but I couldn’t make myself. This was home. Being in his arms like this was where I found peace.

Happiness is holding someone in your arms and knowing you hold the whole world.

Love is always open arms.

What did my arms do before they held you?

She hugs me. It's tentative at first, a little scared, and yes, a little repulsed, but then she melts into it. She rests her head against my cold neck and embraces me. Unable to believer what's happening, I put my arm around her and just hold her. I almost swear I can feel my heart thumping. But it must just be hers, pressed tightly against my chest.

When she wraps her arms around my neck, all I want to do is protect this girl for the rest of my life.

Imparadis'd in one another's arms.

Rest as soon as there is pain.

Embraces are comminglings from the head even to the feet, And not a pompous high priest entering by a secret place.

And I closed my eyes because I wanted to know nothing but her arms.

And for an instant, I fantasized about wrapping my arms around her right then and there.

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