Kaui Hart Hemmings Quotes

The desire to never leave your side, the desire to never see you again. The desire to see your face asleep on the pillow beside my face and to see your eyes open in the morning when I lie next to you—just watching you, waiting for you to wake up.

I want to be wherever you are.

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.

Go home, Gideon. Please." "I am home." He caught me from behind and buried his face in mu soaked hair. "I'm with you.

I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses...the smell of your hair, the taste of your skin, the touch of your breath on my face. I want to see you in the final hour of my life...to lie in your arms as I take my last breath.

I want to be where your heart is home I want to see you with the light in the morning There's never been such a beautiful warning to me, to me

The most loving thing to do is to share your bed with someone.

Kevin stopped where he was and stood there simply gazing at her. Molly sat cross-legged in the meadow with the sun shining on her bare shoulders and a pair of yellow butterflies fluttering like hair bows around her head. She was all the dreams he'd lost at dawn-dreams of everything he hadn't understood he needed until now. She was his playmate, his confidante, the lover who made his blood rush. She was the mother of his children and the companion of his old age. She was the joy of his heart.

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

His lips pressed against her forehead and she felt him smile against her skin. "Believe me...the only place in the world I want to be is wherever you are." -Grant Morgan

He hugged her tight, mixing their tears to be bottled and fermented, so they could be drunk on each other when this was all over.

We envy people we love for being always in their own loved company.

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.

Friendship is a word, the very sight of which in print makes the heart warm.

There is not enough celebration of companionship. Relationships aren't just about eroticism and sexuality.

What I felt is the same kind of love I felt between Waylon and his audience. And that's what I miss.

Love is what you've been through with somebody.

I think most people would struggle to define their whole relationship with just one label - like: my girlfriend, boyfriend, brother, sister, confidantes, whatever - but in those moments, there's true joy in each other.

If I held you any closer I would be on the other side of you.

Friendship, like love, is destroyed by long absence, though it may be increased by short intermissions.

You find what makes you happy, and it's usually being with the person you want to be with.

We love to work together. Especially when he stands behind me at the microphone and we hug.

If he wants you over for the holidays or can't wait for you to have dinner with his buddies, it's a sign he wants them to love you as much as he does.

Just the act of sleeping beside someone you liked to be with. Maybe that was love.

Longing surged up within me. I wanted it. Oh God, I wanted it. I didn't want to hear Jerome chastise me for my "all lowlifes, all the time" seduction policy. I wanted to come home and tell someone about my day. I wanted to go out dancing on the weekends. I wanted to take vacations together. I wanted someone to hold me when I was upset, when the ups and downs of the world pushed me too far. I wanted someone to love.