Ally Carter Quotes

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

Hugging is not my shtick.

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

I don't have any particular burning desire to go back to being cuddly. Not really.

Open your hands if you want to be held.

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 have learned that there is more power in a good strong hug than in a thousand meaningful words.

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.

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

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

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

Being cuddly has nothing to do with size.

I'm a very physical person. I hug people more so than shake hands.

Who doesn't love snuggling to bed?

I have no problem if someone wants to hug me - if I know him!

She'll have to get over it, then. Are you going to let her drop out of Dauntless for a stupid reason like not being able to walk?" Zeke is quiet for a few seconds. His eyes shift over my face, and he squints, as if weighing and measuring me. Then he turns and bends and wraps his arms around me. it's been so long since someone hugged me that I stiffen. Then I relax, and let the gesture force warmth over my body.

Show some mercy to this chair which has stretched out its arms to you for so long; please satisfy its desire to embrace you!

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).

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

I held out my arms to him and he came to me like a child.

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

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.

He slides his hand over my cheek, one finger anchored behind my ear. Then he tilts his head down and kisses me, sending a warm ache through my body. I wrap my hands around his arm, holding him there as long as I can. When he touches me, the hollowed-out feeling in my chest and stomach is not as noticeable.

What did my arms do before they held you?