Hug your friends tight, but your enemies tighter ? hug ?em so tight they can?t wiggle.
The mystery of God hugs you in its all-encompassing arms.
If I knew that today would be the last time I’d see you, I would hug you tight and pray the Lord be the keeper of your soul. If I knew that this would be the last time you pass through this door, I’d embrace you, kiss you, and call you back for one more. If I knew that this would be the last time I would hear your voice, I’d take hold of each word to be able to hear it over and over again. If I knew this is the last time I see you, I’d tell you I love you, and would not just assume foolishly you know it already.
Everybody needs a hug. It changes your metabolism.
Oh, I love hugging. I wish I was an octopus, so I could hug 10 people at a time!
Sometimes it's better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.
A hug is like a boomerang - you get it back right away.
My mom smiled at me. Her smile kind of hugged me.
They invented hugs to let people know you love them without saying anything.
Laughing together is as close as you can get to a hug without touching.
Millions and millions of years would still not give me half enough time to describe that tiny instant of all eternity when you put your arms around me and I put my arms around you.
With age, you get to a place where you don't want to knock people out. You just want to give people a hug.
And if you see me, smile and maybe give me a hug. That's important to me too.
Where I live if someone gives you a hug it's from the heart.
No matter how hard you hug your money, it never hugs back.
Don't assume that money, shelter and creature comforts are enough to demonstrate your love. Nothing can replace your presence, your hug, your smile, your touch - you!
I am waiting for the day when I will see you again and hold your soft hands, touch your sweet lips and hug you tight so that you will never leave me again.
The whole question of pornography seems to me a question of secrecy. Without secrecy there would be no pornography. But secrecy and modesty are two utterly different things. Secrecy has always an element of fear in it, amounting very often to hate. Modesty is gentle and reserved. Today, modesty is thrown to the winds, even in the presence of the grey guardians. But secrecy is hugged, being a vice in itself. And the attitude of the grey ones is: Dear young ladies, you may abandon all modesty, so long as you hug your dirty little secret.
Let every thought come and hug you, but you don't hug anything. Then, gradually, the noise will start to back off.
And the bottom line is we are who we are-we look a certain way, we talk a certain way, we walk a certain way. I strut because I’m a supermodel, and sometimes I gallop for fun. When we learn to accept that, other people learn to accept us. So be who you really are. Embrace who you are. Literally. Hug yourself. Accept who you are. Unless you’re a serial killer.
When you look at Hitler and those thugs, you can put Walmart right next to them.
I've done everything I could to the best of my ability. Thank you for the unconditional love and cyber hugs. You inspire me.
Everybody I've ever met was destroyed by a member of the opposite sex early on and that damage you took into every relationship after that, everybody. Every woman in here got intimidated by a guy, pushed around too much, now you're new boyfriend tickles you a little too hard, boom restraining order. Every guy here had a woman sleep with his best friend, now your new girlfriend hugs your cousin a little long, boom car bomb.
When you're in morgue you're seeing life that no longer exists. It gives you an appreciation when you look someone in the eye, you shake their hand, and you hug your friends, your girlfriend, your family. It just gives you an appreciation for the life that surrounds you. At the same time you understand how fragile it is. That you don't need to be an idiot or get so angry at times.
I believe all sin, love, glory are this: when you slide down the knotted sheets, escaping from Gestapo headquarters, and she hugs you, there, suspended, and she whispers that she's always dreamed of you. The rest is just sex, copulation, the perpetuation of the vile species.
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