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“Who says you cannot hold the moon in your hand?

Tonight when the stars come out and the moon rises in the velvet sky, look outside your window, then raise your hand and position your fingers around the disk of light.

There you go聽.聽.聽. That was easy!”
― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

“be the kiss in my hair
that no one sees

move, when i move
sigh, when i sigh...

be that line from a poem
that i hold in my eyes.”
― Sanober Khan

“Maybe it's because we innately know that everything is impermanent that we so desperately cling to it.
But cling we do.

We know that our youth vanishes that we and our loved one will die one day, that whatever we have accumulated can easily be taken away from us, that one day our skills might not be wanted, that a day may come when our love might not be reciprocated. But we go on clinging.

Everywhere we turn we are faced with impermanence. (..)
The more we cling - of course - the more pain we feel as things fade, disappear, die around us.
And sometimes the more we cling, the more these things happen. (..)

The key to being able to let go of all the stuff you're holding on to is knowing that you'll be okay if you don't have it.
And that's the truth.
You can survive with very little. And though the passing of people and things can be painful, you will survive.”
― John C. Parkin, F**k It: The Ultimate Spiritual Way

“But that's the problem with the present, it's never the thing you're holding, only the thing you're watching, later, from a distance so great the memory might as well be a spill of stars outside a window at twilight.”
― Kawai Strong Washburn, Sharks in the Time of Saviors

“Even the memory of cradling her in my arms is pure euphoria. And all that I ask out of life is that it be constant and unending euphoria.”
― Roman Payne

“As they trudged through the snow toward Clara's pretty little cottage, Ruth lost her footing. Haniya grabbed her before she fell. She held Ruth's hand for the rest of the way, and wondered if maybe the key was not in being held, but in holding.”
― Louise Penny, The Madness of Crowds

“He held her so tightly it hurt, but this pain she didn't mind. She'd let him crush her, let him break her, just as long as he never let her go. This was what she wanted, and she refused to believe that he didn't want it, too.”
― Stephanie Garber, The Ballad of Never After

“He held on to her as if she were a grudge, his body rigid and tense, as if he really didn't want her there, and yet his arms were tight around her waist as through he had no intention of ever letting her go.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“The lid, however, wouldn't shut. The mind held back the whole sky.”
― Denis Johnson, The Largesse of the Sea Maiden

“Cardan's fingers dig into my back. He's trembling, and whether it is from ebbing magic or horror, I am not sure. But he holds me as though I am the only solid thing in the world.”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing

“The length of the fall is dictated by how far we had climbed. The outcome of the fall is dictated by whether we鈥檙e holding on to that which we鈥檙e climbing, or we鈥檙e letting God hold onto us.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“I think perhaps I will always hold a candle for you 鈥� even until it burns my hand. And when the light has long since gone, I will be there in the darkness holding what remains, quite simply because I cannot let go.”
― Atul Purohit

“A data bank holding all the information that is in this universe can be found in God”
― Sunday Adelaja

“Not all clouds fit over the ocean.
Rain finds the lemon tree but rarely

In California. Still a tree knows what to do,
This act of holding still. I remember that

Drinking myself. The at first not wanting
To be wet, and then the wetness.

Not holding still exactly, just holding
Still enough.”
― Emily Vizzo, Giantess

“I wanted to be the type of person that walked with their back straight, the dirt under their fingernails pure. I didn't want to be a chain saw, I wanted to be a plastic baggie. No shredding, just holding.”
― Jean Kyoung Frazier, Pizza Girl

“Tamlin slipped an arm around my shoulders, tucking me close to him as he rested his cheek on my head. My lips trembled, and I wrapped my arm around his waist.

We stood atop the hill in silence, until the setting sun gilded the house and the hills and the world and Lucien called us to dinner.

I stepped out of Tamlin's arms and kissed him softly. Tomorrow- there would be a tomorrow, and an eternity, to face what I had done, to face what I shredded into pieces inside myself while Under the Mountain. But for now... for today...

'Let's go home,' I said, and took his hand.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Hand holding sword is always an ugly hand!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Embarrassment flooded me, but Rider was grinning as he scooted closer and tugged me over. Before I knew what he was doing, he鈥檇 tucked my hips between his thighs and circled his arms around me, holding me tight to his chest.
His really hard chest.
The contact jolted me, like touching a live wire. It took a couple of seconds for me to relax.
He was silent as he rested his chin on the top of my head, and I didn鈥檛 say anything as I squeezed my eyes shut against the rising tide of emotion. Being this close to him again was something so powerful the connection was tangible, a third entity.
One hand drifted up my back, a slow slide under the weight of my hair. He curled his fingers around the nape of my neck. His chin moved, grazing my forehead, and the intimacy of the act was so different than any of the other times he鈥檇 been this close. An odd warmth settled in my muscles. Like stepping out into the sun for the first time after a long winter. There was a moment when I wasn鈥檛 sure if he breathed, because I didn鈥檛 feel his chest move under my hands.
In the back of my head, I wondered how...how okay this was. I didn鈥檛 want to pull away and break the connection, but I thought that maybe I should. This was innocent. It had to be, but it was also different.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever

“He smiled at me, and I found myself smiling back. I didn't need to pretend, didn't need to be anything but what I was right then, being twirled about the meadow, the will-o'-the-wisps dancing around us like dozens of moons.

Our dancing slowed and we stood there, holding each other as we swayed to the songs of the spirits. He rested his chin upon my head and stroked my hair, his fingers grazing the bare skin of m neck.

'Feyre,' he whispered onto my head. He made my name sound beautiful. 'Feyre,' he whispered again- not in question, but simply as if he enjoyed saying it.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Strong, broad hands rubbed down my spine, and I opened my eyes to find the room wholly black, Rhysand perched on the mattress beside me. 'Do you want anything to eat?' His voice was soft- tentative.

I didn't raise my head from the pillow. 'I feel... heavy again,' I breathed, voice breaking.

Rhys said nothing as he gathered me up into his arms. He was still in his jacket, as if he'd just come in from wherever he'd been talking with Cassian.

In the dark, I breathed in his scent, savoured his warmth. 'Are you all right?'

Rhys was quiet for a long minute. 'No.'

I slid my arms around him, holding him tightly.

'I should have found another way,' he said.

I stroked my fingers through his silken hair.

Rhys murmured, 'If she...' His swallow was audible. 'If she showed up at this house...' I knew who he meant. 'I would kill her. Without even letting her speak. I would kill her.'

'I know.' I would, too.

'You asked me at the library,' he whispered. 'Why I... Why I'd rather take all of this upon myself. Tonight is why. Seeing Mor cry is why. I made a bad call. Tried to find some other way around this shithole we're in.' And had lost something- Mor had lost something- in the process.

We held each other in silence for minutes. Hours. Two souls, twining in the dark. I lowered my shields, let him in fully. His mind curled around mine.

'Would you risk looking into it- the Ouroboros?' I asked.

'Not yet,' was all Rhys said, holding me tighter. 'Not yet.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“We need to remember that God is holding us in His hands, he will lead us to the light”
― Sunday Adelaja

“The person holding the other was never theirs. The one who loves knows the word fidelity.”
― Alan Maiccon

“The unshakable truth of existence: while some are happy while trapped, others weep for being free. However, holding on to inner freedom is better than being free in outer prison.”
― Alan Maiccon

“Love is someone who will hold you through the mourning.”
― Darnell Lamont Walker

“Tell me about despair, yours, I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on.”
― Mary Oliver

“Holding a legally owned gun may get you killed by the police.”
― Steven Magee

“It is weird to see two guys or girls kissing or holding hands in public.”
― Steven Magee

“Loving you was a miracle. Holding you, a miracle. Everything else wasn't.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, A Fire in the Sunset: A Decade of Love Poems

“I don鈥檛 know what the future holds, but I know it holds.”
― Dominic Riccitello

“Now, how do you know these things to be true?”
― Michelle Good, Truth Telling: Seven Conversations about Indigenous Life in Canada