Giles Andreae Quotes

Sadly, I haven't been doing a lot of kissing lately.

Being cuddly has nothing to do with size.

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

I'll put it out there: I love getting hugs.

It's a lonely ol' night. Can I put my arms around 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.

It feels good to think about you when I'm warm in bed. I feel as if you're curled up there beside me, fast asleep. And I think how great it would be if it were true.

She leaned into me, and when I closed my eyes, I knew I wanted nothing more than to hold her this way forever.

He dropped the pretense, and dropped his head, so his brow came to rest against the sun-warmed top of hers. His arms went around her and drew her in, and Karou and Akiva were like two matches struck against each other to flare starlight. With a sigh, she softened, and it was pure homecoming to melt against him and rest.

If I had my way we'd sleep every night all wrapped around each other like hibernating rattlesnakes.

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.

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

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

I can't really explain what it's like to be in love, but I feel like it's being comfortable. It's almost like having a best friend. It's a beautiful thing.

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

Who doesn't love snuggling to bed?

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

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

They took to silence. They touched each other without comment and without progression. A hand on a hand, a clothed arm, resting on an arm. An ankle overlapping an ankle, as they sat on a beach, and not removed. One night they fell asleep, side by side... He slept curled against her back, a dark comma against her pale elegant phrase.

That's how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can't experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.

Could I but lay my head in your lap, lass. Feel your hand on me, and sleep wi' the scent of you in my bed. Christ, Sassenach. I need ye.

Holding hands, for example, is a way to remember how it feels to say nothing together.

Sunday night meant, in the dark, wintry, rainy Midlands ... anywhere where two creatures might stand and squeeze together and spoon.... Spooning was a fine art, whereas kissing and cuddling are calf-processes.

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 don't know. I really don't. While I was in the living room, I kept asking myself what I really wanted in life." She squeezed his hand. "And do you know what the answer was? The answer was that I wanted two things. First, I want you. I want us. I love you and I always have.