190 Quotes About Hug

Hug is a holy kiss.

I follow the path we’ve taken so many times this summer – across the front, down the street, cut back through a neighbor’s yard, down the stairs to the beach, past the pier, through the campfire labyrinth, up to the deck of the Shack, and straight into Sam’s arms. Without speaking, he kisses me hard on the mouth and I kiss him back, sobbing and crumpling into his chest like a broken puppet.

Hold my hands; kiss my forehead, hug me and look in my eyes; maybe today is the last day you can do this.

For concealing myself from the wicked eyes of melancholy I tightly hug reverie and melt into its fragrance on intertwining with it as a twinkling soul.

The hug they shared was spontaneous, a rare and special moment between widower and widow.

It is the touch of a lover's arms that I so desperately crave, not the memories of a love no longer mine.

I must have been shaking, because he put his arms around me so tightly it hurt. I loved the pain of his attention. It was the pain of safety, of care, of being broken just enough for release.

She gave her a long embrace, like pie baking in the warmth of an oven.

That hug was my little peace of heaven.