Best 27 quotes in «hugging quotes» category

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Christaki welled up as their father hugged his daughter. He looked away, not wanting to intrude on this private moment, a rare demonstration of paternal love.

Do not stand at a distance and wave hands. Get closer and hug.

Hugging is a motion of hope.

Hugging makes a tender heart.

Hugging meditation is a combination of East and West. According to the practice, you have to really hug the person you are holding. You have to make him or her very real in your arms, not just for the sake of appearances, patting him on the back to pretend you are there, but breathing consciously and hugging with all your body, spirit, and heart. Hugging meditation is a practice of mindfulness. "Breathing in, I know my dear one is in my arms, alive. Breathing out, she is so precious to me." If you breathe deeply like that, holding the person you love, the energy of your care and appreciation will penetrate into that person and she will be nourished and bloom like a flower.

Hugging makes heart tender.

Hugging was a gesture Awadhi people followed diligently when they greeted someone. That was a way of showing their affection and respect to others. I kind of liked that as a kid. At least, I could have hugged and squeezed Nayela in my tiny arms whenever she visited Shanbagh.

Hugging is the seed of a happy heart.

Hug your customers but also offer handshake to your competitors.

I held her like tomorrow would not come. It stitched me, if only for a second...

I need a hug from you to make me feel better about the fact I need a hug from you.

OK, so … hugging. How does that go? You sort of … stretch your arms out …” He does so too robotically, too broadly. It looks kind of like he’s trying to find a boulder to slot into the space he’s made between his chest and his hands. He looks like Donkey Kong, I think, and then I giggle. “What? I’m getting this soooo right. I just have to clamp these things around you, now …

Love is like encountering a forest and having to chop down every tree but one. Oh, and you have to chop down each tree by hugging it until it falls.

Oh my God, I’d forgotten what this felt like.” “Not a lot of huggers in Hollywood, huh?” “None like this—holy shit. Okay, I’m just going to kind of slump into you now. So if you’re averse to that, say before I’m swamping your helpless body.” “I don’t mind if you swamp.” “Are you sure? Because I think I’m a fumbling virgin at this.” “You’re doing fine. In fact I think I’m close to a cuddling orgasm.

The body is not a fortress, no matter what we may do to make it such. This may be one of life's greatest frustrations, or is it humiliations? I spend a lot of time thinking about bodies and boundaries and how people seem hell-bent on ignoring those boundaries at all costs. I am not a hugger. I never have been and I never will be. I hug my friends, and do so happily, but I am sparing with such affections. A hug means something to me; it is an act of profound intimacy, so I try not to get too promiscuous with it. Also, I find it awkward, opening myself up, allowing people to touch, to breach my fortress. When I tell strangers I am not a hugger, some take this as a challenge, like they can hug me into submission, like they can will my aversion to hugs away by the strength of their arms. Oftentimes, they will draw me into their body, saying something condescending like, "See, it isn't that bad." I think, I never thought it was, and I stand there, my arms limply by my sides, probably grimacing, but still, they don't get the message that I am not a willing participant in this embrace. The fortress hath been breached.

The after effect of the hug felt like drowning into a pool of whiskey. I had never drunk from a glass or a bottle but always from Nayela’s intoxicating eyes, her splendid figure, from the luster of her flowing hair.

She bear-hugged me in a way that performed some sort of chiropractic miracle, because when she set me down, the tightness in my back was gone and I was an inch taller.

Spread love. Hug the people you care about and make sure they know that you care and appreciate them. Make it known to your friends and family that you love them.

We were like velcro with all the noise it makes when you take the two pieces apart, hugging like staples, we went until there, this time for good it’s over.

We hug and unroll the rug of our friendship.

We were the only two people in the entire airport who lost total track of time, for we were consumed by space-time at that present moment. Time was irrelevant to our existence, for we didn’t want to exist outside the tight and glorious knots of each other’s arms. Time is basically an illusion created by the mind to aid in our sense of temporal presence in the vast ocean of space. Without the neurons to create a virtual perception of the past and the future based on all our experiences, there is no actual existence of the past and the future. All that there is, is the present.

The hug was a simple gesture. Perhaps, the end of the cold war. Perhaps, the fragile beginning of love.

Una cree que si abraza a alguien con todas sus fuerzas lo tendrá más cerca. Una cree que se puede abrazar a alguien con tanta fuerza como para seguir sintiendo su presencia, grabada en ti, cuando te separas.

When I think of hugging you I feel at home!

When bad pain comes over you, then just hug a tree and your pain won´t exert any power over you any more.

Why do we view the boundaries people create for themselves as challenges? Why do we see someone setting a limit and then try to push? Once, I was at a restaurant with a large group of people and the waitress kept touching me. It was really fucking annoying because I don't want to be touched like that unless we are in a sexual relationship. Every time she passed by, she would rub my shoulders or run her hand down my arm and I kept getting more and more irritated but I said nothing. I never do. Do my boundaries exist if I don't voice them? Can people not see my body, the mass of it, as one very big boundary? Do they not know how much effort went into this? Because I am not a touchy-feely person, I always feel this light shock, this surprise, really, when my skin comes into contact with another person's skin. Sometimes that shock is pleasant, like Oh, here is my body in the world. Sometimes, it is not. I never know which it will be.