Ellen Hopkins Quotes

Willow nestled against him. He smoothed her long hair down the back of her T-shirt, feeling its softness. In a few moments she fell asleep again, her breathing warm and regular against his chest. Alex kissed her head, his arms tightening around her. As he drifted back to sleep himself, he saw a brief flash of the thousands of angels streaming in, but right then it seemed distant, almost unimportant. The only thing that mattered was that he was lying in a bed holding Willow, their bare legs entwined. It was all he wanted to do for the rest of his life.

When I'm lying wrapped up in your arms, the whole world just fades away. The only thing I hear is the beating of your heart.

But with exquisite breathing you smile, with satisfaction of love, And I touch you again as you tick in the silence and settle in sleep.

The sound of a mother's voice expresses a feeling of intimacy, which has a truly magical effect on the listener.

We walked back to iDEATH, holding hands. Hands are very nice things, especially after they have travelled back from making love.

I love the sound of it," Trina whispers, as if speaking too loudly might interrupt the drumming patter of the rain outside. "It makes me want to sleep. Snuggle my head right up in your armpit and snore for three days." "My armpit?" Mark repeats. "Good thing we all showered up in the storm this morning. My pits smell like roses. Go ahead and get comfy.

I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.

At best, love is simply the slipping of a hand in another's, of knowing you are where you belong at last, and of exchanging through the eyes that all-consuming regard which ignores everybody else on earth.

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.

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.

You're the kiss that puts my soul at ease.

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.

Food and love are all intertwined at our core level. It can be a very nurturing, wonderful, loving thing.

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.

My softer side? I mean, I like to snuggle.

There is a silence, the child of love, which expresses everything, and proclaims more loudly than the tongue is able to do.

And I love the idea of spending the whole day in bed with my lover.

Love? What is it? Most natural painkiller.

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

There is a kind of serenity in love which is almost a paradise.

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

Friendship is Love without his wings!

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.