Isaac Marion Quotes

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

He gave her a quick, casual kiss on the cheek first. Then came the hug, and it was the hug that always made Laurel’s heart mush. Serious grip, cheek to the hair, eyes closed, just a little sway. Del’s hugs mattered, she thought, and made him impossible to resist.

I am a hug-and-kiss person.

Blue stretched her hand out. Adam took it without hesitation, like he'd been waiting for her to offer it. He said in a low voice, just for her, "My heart is beating like crazy right now." Strangely enough, it was not his fingers twined in hers that affected Blue the strongest, it was where his warm wrist pressed against hers above their hands.

The first undressing of two lovers is a most special event.

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).

Can you even imagine not hugging?

He pressed himself into me and kissed my neck, and it was as if everything strong and solid inside me, heart and bones and muscle and gut, softened and melted from the heat of him.

Peter curled his hands into fists at his sides. 'Kiss me,' he said. She leaned towards him slowly, until her face was too close to be in focus. Her hair fell over Peter's shoulder like a curtain and her eyes closed. She smelled like autumn-like apple cider and slanting sun and the snap of the coming cold. He felt his heart scrambling, caught inside the confines of his own body. Josie's lips landed just on the edge of his, almost his cheek and not quite his mouth. 'I'm glad I wasn't stuck in here alone,' she said shyly, and he tasted the words, sweet as mint on her breath.

Most of all she loved that when she hugged him her head would rest neatly just below his chin, where she could feel his breath lightly blowing her hair and tickling her head.

If a girl comes into your arms, that's pretty romantic.

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

When I'm in love with a woman, seeing her in something cozy makes me not want to let go of her when I'm holding her.

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

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

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

Kissing someone is pretty intimate, actually very intimate, and your heart always kind of skips a beat before you do that.

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.

Being cuddly has nothing to do with size.

Even the toughest of eggs to crack will have soppy, soft moments when they feel in love. Usually they'll want to be more physically affectionate in terms of hugging and kissing, and they'll feel more protective towards you.

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.

I reach out to touch his cheek and he catches my hand and presses it against his lips.

She praised his book and he embraced her from gratitude rather than lust, but she didn't let go. Neither did he. She kissed his cheek, his earlobe. For months they'd run their fingers around the hem of their affection without once acknowledging the fabric. The circumference of the world tightened to what their arms encompassed. She sat on the desk, between the columns of read and unread manuscript, and pulled him toward her by his index fingers.