hug - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
There is the hug of gentle arms that still gives the space to breathe; then there is the hug of strong arms that tells everything that your are - body, brain and soul - that they are with you. I love both, the duvets and the human shields, each has their time.
Your hug is stronger than anything I've ever known, as if holding me wasn't quite enough, you have to feel every ounce that I am press into every ounce that is you. In that moment of feeling you so close I am awake somehow, more alive than I have been in so very long. For there are times I am as a butterfly who yearns for the cocoon, to be safe within walls, protected. That's what I feel. It helps. So if it would be okay, if it's what you want too, wrap those arms around me every chance the universe is kind enough to bring. For in this world, this is our gold, our food and pure rain... it is the love that makes everything else possible.
Trina snuggled in, "You're the only person I know that gives indefinite hugs."
Her mom snickered, "Well, love, where else would I rather be?" In that moment the arms squeezed a fraction tighter and Trina breathed more slowly, her body melting into her mom's as every muscle lost its tension to the spring air. This was life, real life.
He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, gently rubbing her arm. Despite the heaviness in her stomach, it fluttered at the feeling of her body pressed against his. She sunk into the warmth of his side, appreciative of the simple gesture. His touch made the room warmer somehow, her future within its walls seeming a little less bleak.
Hugs could never be long enough for Tyler. In his mother's arms he was safe and his worries disappeared like rain on summer earth. In that embrace he was cocooned better than any butterfly-to-be. He felt her soft skin and the gentle squeeze on his own. He bathed in her warmth and the smell of freshly laundered clothes. No matter when the end came it was too soon and he would launch a campaign for more. Trailing her around the house, torn between speech and sucking his thumb.
The hug was a perfunctory gesture mandated by social etiquette and colder than day old oatmeal. It was short where it should be long, rigid instead of soft and ended as abruptly as it had began. It had all the soothing qualities of a traffic warden and just as much sex appeal. Then he was gone without a backward glance, duty done, hug performed.
He walked up to me slowly and pulled me closer to him wrapping his arms around me. His embrace was warm, and his big, strong arms seemed very protective when wrapped around my frail body. The world around me melted away as I squeezed him back, not wanting the moment to end.
The hug was a simple enough gesture - affection, perhaps the fragile beginnings of love. The arms that held him were soft, yet strong. The feel of her body so close to his soothed him more than he had expected. But within seconds he pulled away, his mind swam not with the heady excitement of a new relationship but with thoughts of Christy. Why after so long? Perhaps her perfume was the same, maybe that was it.
Finally, Gale is here and maybe there is nothing romantic between us, but when he opens his arms I don't hesitate to go into them. His body is so familiar to me - the way it moves, the smell of wood smoke, even the sound of his heart beating I know form the quiet moments on a hunt - but this is the first time I really feel it, lean and hard muscle against my own.
Jeremiah wrapped me in a warm swaddle of his chest and arms. I didn't want to leave. It felt as if when I was in his arms all my pain went away - mental and physical, mostly the depressing pain. If I could only stay in his arms forever, safe from the world's harmful people. One could only hope.
In her embrace the world stopped still on its axis. There was no time, no wind, no rain. Evelyn's mind was at peace. How could it be that she hadn't seen Clara's love for what it was before? Pure. Unselfish. Undemanding. Free. She felt her body press in, soft and warm. This was the love she'd waited for, prayed for. She inwardly thanked God and hugged all the tighter. A love like this was to be cherished for life. Finally, she was home.
Jen had been hugged before, but never like this since her mother passed. There was something so warm, something that felt right, smelt right. She let her body sag, her muscles become loose. He gave her the respect of an equal but cradled her like a cherished child. In that embrace she felt her worries loose their keen sting and her optimism raise its head from the dirt. Perhaps the hope had been there all along, but without some love it was trapped, like crystals in a stone. She felt him brush her hair back with his piano player fingers and kiss her gently...
On the seat in front sits a woman and child, the kid relaxes into her arms so fully it's like they are one organism, melted together. He has a look of contentment on his face, the kind I wish I could wear. He has everything he wants in life right there, bouncing up and down on this rickety bus with him. The view from the window disappears behind a swirl of dry mud, raised up in the vortexes revealed by the red-brown particles. The woman reaches up and pulls the skinny window closed. Now that her son is drifting into sleep her face has become grave. Without his timid gaze she has no reason to feign nonchalance.
Fin stroked my long black hair and pulled me into his chest. The warmth of being with another human being and being happy made me want forgiveness even more. The realisation that we were not alone we have been through this together (most of the time) since day one and that we were in love together, but was it love. But the hug was an exchange of pure joy between me and Him.
There’s a sharp rap at the window, a stone tapping against the glass. Shit. Immediately he scrambles out of bed and lurches towards the window because there’s only one person he knows dickish enough to throw rocks at his window at stupid-o-clock in the morning and it’s never a good sign when it happens.
He pulls back the curtains and sure enough standing on his lawn, glowing amber-soft in the street lamps, is Sehun, looking like the poster child for desolation. He’s shivering in the thin t-shirt that stretches tight over his sharp bony shoulders. He looks as beautiful as ever, honeyed shadows cast over the sharp planes of his face, but his eyes are hollow and blank and Jongin is hit with a jolt of worry.
It’s bad this time, Jongin can tell. Really bad.
Jongin throws on a pair of sweatpants from his floor and tiptoes as fast as he can down to the front door, almost tripping over his own feet in his haste. He all but throws the door open. Sehun stands in the porch, head bowed, but it does nothing to hide the red mark that blossoms on his cheek.
“Hey.” Sehun whispers. His bottom lip trembles.
Wordlessly Jongin holds his arms open in invitation and Sehun flings himself into his embrace with a strangled sob. He buries his face into the crook of Jongin’s neck and they stand there like that for a while, Sehun wracked with the force of unvoiced cries and Jongin holding him, heart aching for his best friend.
She turned her head away to hide her tears and pointed towards the front door. "Get out," she choked, barely holding back her tears.
I grabbed my coat off the hook and stormed out the front door. As soon as I'd shut the door I wanted to go back inside and wrap my arms around Alana. But I couldn't.
I couldn't walk up to her slowly and pull her closer to me, wrapping my arms around her. I couldn't surround her in a warm embrace and I couldn't feel the world around me melt away as she squeezed me back, neither of us wanting the moment to end.
All I could do was try and release my pent up emotions into the darkness. And even that was hard.
Rose turned to her brother, his face tight, every thought focused on masking his fears - his eyes dimmed. Max reached out and hugged her tightly, his arms as shields of love, a hug so warm yet so different than a motherly embrace. When they finally parted, Rose felt is absence as a cold wind, wishing she could keep him wrapped around her like a well worn sweater for always.
In his embrace, the cold rain felt like it had stopped and the cars became silent in that back ally. "Please don't leave again." The words hardly managed to break out as the sob's I was holding in chocked my voice back. His chin rested on top of my head. His arms clenched me tighter.
"I'll never leave you again. I promise."