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“This life is for loving, sharing, learning, smiling, caring, forgiving, laughing, hugging, helping, dancing, wondering, healing, and even more loving. I choose to live life this way. I want to live my life in such a way that when I get out of bed in the morning, the devil says, 'aw shit, he's up!”
― Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience

“I wished she鈥檇 never stop squeezing me. I wished I could spend the rest of my life as a child, being slightly crushed by someone who loved me.”
― Gail Carson Levine, Ella Enchanted

“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.鈥�”
― Dark Jar Tin Zoo, Love Quotes for the Ages. Specifically Ages 19-91.

“When the right person hugs you, it's like medicine. I'm so grateful for those few people in my life who are good for my soul.”
― Steve Maraboli

“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.”
― Roxane Gay, Hunger: A Memoir of (My) Body

“The hug was a simple gesture. Perhaps, the end of the cold war. Perhaps, the fragile beginning of love.”
― Mariyam Hasnain, The Wedding Planner

“Sometimes a hug is all that you need.”
― Avijeet Das

“Lucien. It was Lucien.

Lucien, haggard and bloody, panting for breath. As if he'd run from the shore.

His gaze settled on Elain, and he sagged a little. But Elain only wrapped her arms around herself and remained at my side.

'Are you hurt?' he asked, coming toward us. Spying the blood speckling Elain's hands.

He halted short as he noticed the King of Hybern's decapitated head on the other side of the clearing. Nesta was still showered with his blood.

'I'm fine,' Elain said quietly. And then asked, noticing the gore on him, the torn clothes and still-bloody weapons, 'Are you-'

'Well, I never want to fight in another battle as long as I live, but... yes, I'm in one piece.'

A faint smile bloomed on Elain's lips. But Lucien noticed that scorched patch of grass behind us and said, 'I heard- what happened. I'm sorry for your loss. All of you.'

I just strode to him and threw my arms around his neck, even if it wasn't the embrace he was hoping for. 'Thank you- for coming. With the battle, I mean.'

'I've got one hell of a story to tell you,' he said, squeezing me tightly.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Hugged my son today
I'm not used to hugging up”
― Richard L. Ratliff

“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鈥檚 intoxicating eyes, her splendid figure, from the luster of her flowing hair.”
― Mariyam Hasnain, The Wedding Planner

“Human touch is vital. Without it, we wither. With it, we thrive. And it is good preventive medicine.”
― Steve Goodier, Touching Moments: 60-Second Readings That Touch the Mind and the Heart

“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.”
― Roxane Gay, Hunger: A Memoir of (My) Body

“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.”
― Soulla Christodoulou, The Summer Will Come

“We hug and unroll the rug of our friendship.”
― Alain Bremond-Torrent, running is flying intermittently

“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.”
― Thich Nhat Hanh, How to Love

“The wave vanished. Sunlight.

A crunch of boots before me, the heat and whisper of mighty wings.

A hand on my face, tilting up my chin as I stared and stared at the splattered ruin of the Attor. Violet eyes met mine.

Rhys. Rhys was here.

And... and I had...

He leaned forward, his brow sweat-coated, his breathing uneven. He gently pressed a kiss to my mouth.

To remind us both. Who we were, what we were. My icy heart thawed, the fire in my gut was soothed by a tendril of dark, and the water trickled out of my veins and back into the Sidra.

Rhys pulled back, his thumb stroking my cheek. People were weeping. Keening.

But no more screams of terror. No more bloodshed and destruction.

My mate murmured, 'Feyre Cursebreaker, the Defender of the Rainbow.'

I slid my arms around his waist and sobbed.

And even as his city wailed, the High Lord of the Night Court held me until I could at last face this blood-drenched new world.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“What the hell is that?'

Cassian was grinning that next evening as he waved a hand toward the pile of pine boughs dumped on the ornate red rug in the centre of the foyer. 'Solstice decorations. Straight from the market.'

Snow clung to his broad shoulders and dark hair, and his tan cheeks were flushed with cold. 'You call that a decoration?

He smirked. 'A heap of pine in the middle of the floor is Night Court tradition.'

I crossed my arms. 'Funny.'

'I'm serious.' I glared, and he laughed. 'It's for the mantels, the banister, and whatever else, smartass. Want to help?' He shrugged off his heavy coat, revealing a black jacket and shirt beneath, and hung it in the hall closet. I remained where I was and tapped my foot.

'What?' he said, brows rising. It was rare to see Cassian in anything but his Illyrian leathers, but the clothes, while not as fine as anything Rhys or Mor usually favoured, suited him.

'Dumping a bunch of trees at my feet is really how you say hello these days? A little time in that Illyrian camp and you forget all your manners.'

Cassian was on me in a second, hoisting me off the ground to twirl me until I was going to be sick. I beat at his chest, cursing at him.

Cassian set me down at last. 'What did you get me for Solstice?'

I smacked his arm. 'A heaping pile of shut the hell up.' He laughed again, and I winked at him. 'Hot cocoa or wine?'

Cassian curved a wing around me, turning us toward the cellar door. 'How many good bottles does little Rhysie have left?”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Love separates distance.”
― P.S. Jagadeesh Kumar

“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.”
― Mariyam Hasnain, The Wedding Planner

“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鈥檚 over.”
― Alain Bremond-Torrent, running is flying intermittently

“When I think of hugging you I feel at home!”
― Avijeet Das

“丕賱賰丕卅賳丕鬲 丕賱亘卮乇賷丞 鬲丨亘 丕賱鬲毓丕賳賯 貙 賱賵 丕賱鬲賯賷鬲 氐丿賮丞 亘賰丕卅賳 亘卮乇賶 賳丕噩賺 賮賷噩亘 兀賳 鬲賮鬲丨 胤乇賮賷賰 丕賱毓賱賵賷賷賳 賵鬲賲丿賴賲丕 賵丕爻毓賸丕 賵鬲丨賷胤賴 亘賴賲丕 貙 孬賲 鬲卮丿賴 廿賱賶 噩爻丿賰 亘禺賮丞. 賵賱賱丨氐賵賱 毓賱賶 兀賮囟賱 丕賱賳鬲丕卅噩 賷噩亘 兀賳 鬲亘賯賶 匕乇丕毓賷賰 賮賶 賴匕丕 丕賱賵囟毓 兀胤賵賱 賵賯鬲 賲賲賰賳.
爻賷丨賲賱 賴匕丕 丕賱賰丕卅賳 丕賱亘卮乇賷 乇丕丨丞 賰亘賷乇丞 . 賵賲賳 丕賱賲賲賰賳 兀賳 賷亘賰賷 賵鬲匕乇賮 毓賷賳丕賴 賲丕丿丞 爻丕卅賱丞 卮賮丕賮丞 貙丕賱賰丕卅賳丕鬲 丕賱亘卮乇賷丞 鬲丨亘 丕賱亘賰丕亍 ..賴匕丕 賱賷爻 兀賲乇賸丕 賲乇毓亘丕 賵賱丕 賷爻亘亘 丕賱賲賵鬲.”
― 睾賷賵乇睾賶 睾賵爻亘賵丿賷賳賵賮

“Just hug a tree with all your heart and love, and your pain has no longer power over you.”
― Mel Mae Schmidt, Die Reise des moralischen Herzens

“I have a bad habit of hugging people when I am very happy, so every one who does not wish to be embraced had better keep away.”
― Charles East, Sarah Morgan: The Civil War Diary Of A Southern Woman

“Everyone needs hugs, especially if they鈥檙e prickly.”
― Jen Betton, Hedgehog Needs a Hug

“Cassian's smile softened. 'Hello, Feyre.'

My throat tightened to the point of pain, and I threw my arms around his neck, embracing him tightly.

'I missed you, too,' Cassian murmured, squeezing me.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Before she knew what she was about, Alice dropped her scissors and flung herself into Giles鈥檚 strong arms, ducking her head into his chest, the tears clogging her throat as she whimpered his name over and over.”
― Grace Hitchcock, Hearts of Gold Collection

“... you're important to me, Poppy. Not because you're the Maiden, but because you're... you.'

A knot of emotion formed in my chest and fought its way up my throat. I didn't give him a chance to realise what I was doing. I launched myself at him, wrapping my arms around his waist and hugging him tightly. 'Thank you,' I murmured against his chest.

Vikter was as stiff as a guard on the Rise for their very first time, but then he put his hands on my back. And patted me.

I grinned.

'You know I'll never replace your father, nor would I ever try to, but you're like a daughter to me.'

I hugged him tighter.

He patted me again. 'I worry about you. Partly because it's my job, but mostly because it's you.'

'You're important to me, too.' My words were muffled against his chest. 'Even though you think my punches are weak.'

His chuckle was rough as he dropped his chin to the top of my head. 'Your punches are weak when you're not doing them correctly. He pulled back, clasping my cheeks. 'But, girl, your aim is deadly. Don't ever forget that.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash

“Kieran moved forward, clasping Casteel around the back of the neck. 'If you get yourself killed,' Kieran said. 'I'm going to be pissed.'

One side of Casteel's lips kicked up. 'I won't fall, my brother.' Casteel pulled him in for a tight, one-armed hug. 'That, I can promise you.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire

“One hug does more to wipe tears than a hundred hours of therapy.”
― Abhijit Naskar, World War Human: 100 New Earthling Sonnets