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“Some days you get up and you already know that things aren't going to go well. They're the type of days when you should just give in, put your pajamas back on, make some hot chocolate and read comic books in bed with the covers up until the world looks more encouraging. Of course, they never let you do that.”
― Bill Watterson, There's Treasure Everywhere

“I like to hear a storm at night. It is so cosy to snuggle down among the blankets and feel that it can't get at you.”
― L.M. Montgomery

“On gray days, when it's snowing or raining, I think you should be able to call up a judge and take an oath that you'll just read a good book all day, and he'd allow you to stay home.”
― Bill Watterson, There's Treasure Everywhere

“Most days, I’ve got this impermanence thing down just great. It doesn’t bother me; what’s to bother? Most days, I sit comfortably with the knowledge that I’ll die alone, and I feel nothing so strongly as my embrace of my nothingness. Most days don’t really matter, because there is only this day, and right now I feel like fear is all I am. I don’t want you to leave. Just let me pretend you won’t.'

He wrapped his arms around me and we slept. For that night, we would last forever.”
― Agnostic Zetetic

“She liked this. Liked the closeness. With lover’s she’d taken in the past, things had been short and sweet. She certainly hadn’t stuck about to snuggle in case they started to get ideas, not after the first time. Killing a guy you’d fucked was one thing, but to kill one you’d snuggled with damn near broke a girl’s heart”
― Mina Carter, Tamed by the Mistress

“...leaning down for a quick peck on Jeff's lips, and then he starts squirming and rearranging and manhandling until somehow they end up with Dan in the middle, Jeff stretched out on his left side, Evan on his right. Dan isn't really sure how that happened, and he's not at all confident that it's a good idea.”
― Kate Sherwood, Dark Horse

“I put my head on his shoulder
‘Wh-what are you doing?� he yells, shoving me away from him with wide eyes.
‘I was giving you a hug!� I say.
‘Y-²â´Ç³Ü-!â€�
‘Pff. D’you really think I’d do that? I’m trying to keep warm, idiot. You’re like my overgrown Furby.�
‘I’m in a human form, not my kytaen!�
‘Tomayto, tomahto.� I come close to him.
He pushes me away. ‘You shouldn’t be doing that!�
‘What’s the problem? You said you’re my tool, right? Well, I’m cold, tool of mine, so why don’t you calm the hell down and give me some of that sweet, sweet warmth?�
‘Don’t touch me!�
‘I’m starting to think you’re self-conscious in this form. You let me cuddle you in your other-�
‘We did not cuddle!� he shouts.
I manage a grin. ‘Would you prefer I use a different word? Snuggle, maybe?”
― Giselle Simlett, Girl of Myth and Legend

“Silently we lie there, staring at each other. Eventually Ivy moves; to my delight she rolls closer to me, snuggling her head into the crook of my shoulder and placing a hand on my chest. Carefully I drape my arm around her waist and comb my fingers through her long hair while my other hand pulls the forgotten blanket over us.
"Rylan?" Ivy murmurs a minute later.
"Yeah?"
"Tell me again the words you told me when we were dancing."
I grin into her scalp. "I like you."
"I...like you, too."
Her fingers dance across my heart.”
― Colleen Boyd

“Sometimes happiness quietly curls up in your heart just to snuggle.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year

“Cats make cuddly pets, but you can’t take them for walks. That’s why I love my pet waterfall, which also makes the splashiest snuggles. However, neither cats nor waterfalls lay eggs, which makes ducks the superior jazz musicians.”
― Jarod Kintz, Music is fluid, and my saxophone overflows when my ducks slosh in the sounds I make in elevators.

“I put my cat’s chest tight against my own, so the healing frequency of her purrs could be absorbed by my heart. I am my own doctor. She is my doctor. We are my doctor.”
― Jarod Kintz, A Memoir of Memories and Memes

“How long has it been since you and me? Hugs and kisses. Blankets and snuggles. Our sparks smoldering without a fireplace. Losing time is not losing you. It strengthens my yearning for you.”
― FIDELIS O MKPARU, 2019

“He saw McKenna propped up on his elbow, his tanned chest and shoulders contrasting with the gleaming white linens. Little was visible of Lady Aline, save for a few locks of dark brown hair that draped over the edge of the mattress. She was snuggled in the crook of his arm, sleeping soundly as McKenna drew the bedclothes protectively over her bare shoulder.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Again the Magic

“They rolled past the prison and, without a word, James shifted on the narrow seat. He filled the space between them and this time he pushed his spine into Mungo's cavity. Each bony vertebra was a knuckle that pressed into the places that hurt the worst. Mungo exhaled into the sandy hair. His arms disobeyed him as they wrapped around James's waist. He laid his face against the Shetland wool and inhaled the grease of the lanolin and the musk from his armpits. James leaned back into him as hard as Mungo was pressing forward.”
― Douglas Stuart