H. Jackson Brown Jr. Quotes

The best way to hold a man is in your arms.

Intimacy can be about holding someone's hand. It could be about stroking their hair.

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

Baby, in a world without pity Do you think what I'm askin's too much I just want to feel you in my arms Share a little of that Human Touch.

I've always had a fascination with hugging (I'm not really particular about who or what it is I'm embracing as long as there's a “squish” factor).

Can you even imagine not hugging?

She hugs me. It's tentative at first, a little scared, and yes, a little repulsed, but then she melts into it. She rests her head against my cold neck and embraces me. Unable to believer what's happening, I put my arm around her and just hold her. I almost swear I can feel my heart thumping. But it must just be hers, pressed tightly against my chest.

Embraces are comminglings from the head even to the feet, And not a pompous high priest entering by a secret place.

With the most infinite tenderness I have ever known in my life, he put his arms around me, gently, gently, and I embraced him around the neck, and we touched.

Sam," she said, and I crushed her to me.

I put my hand on him. Touching him has always been important to me, it was something I lived for. I never could explain why. Little, nothing touches, my fingers against his shoulder, the outsides of our thighs touching as we squeeled together on the bus. I couldnt explain it, but I needed it. Sometimes I imagined stiching all of our little touches together. How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love?

He gave her a quick, casual kiss on the cheek first. Then came the hug, and it was the hug that always made Laurel’s heart mush. Serious grip, cheek to the hair, eyes closed, just a little sway. Del’s hugs mattered, she thought, and made him impossible to resist.

I look down at our linked fingers as I loosen my grasp, but he regains his grip on me. “No, don’t let go of me,” he says.

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.

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

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

What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.

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

There's nothing like being hugged or held or just anything as simple as that.

It's important for us to latch onto the people that we love.

I have looked into your eyes with my eyes. I have put my heart near your heart.

Well, there are different levels of love.

Being cuddly has nothing to do with size.

Love is closeness.

I am a hug-and-kiss person.