Seth threw me a mischievous grin. 'I can't have Marcus just walking in on us. What if I want to snuggle on these cold New York nights?' My frown increased. 'We don't snuggle.' He dropped his arm over my shoulder, and the scent of mint and something wild tickled my nose. 'How about we cuddle?' 'We don't do that either.' 'But you're my cuddle bunny. My little Apollyon cuddle-' I punched him in the side.
Jennifer L. Armentrout
There was even a story passed among the queen's court that when freshly hatched, Rhiannon bit her mother on the neck when she tried to cuddle her new daughter. But Rhiannon didn't believe that for one second. True, she believed she bit her mother, but she didn't believe her mother had tried to cuddle her.
You have to be very insensitive in order to have a cat, because I think they're very independent. When they're kittens, you think they're going to have a dog temperament in that they're going to run to the door when you get home, lick you on the face and cuddle with you all the time, but cats are not that way.
Jennifer Love Hewitt
A comedian is sort of like a wild animal. It really just depends on where you catch them. Sometimes they want to cuddle up, and sometimes they'll snap at you. But for me, more often than not, if I'm talking to somebody who makes their living in comedy, it'll be a very thoughtful conversation driven from an emotionally honest place.
What happened to me is I gained a little weight so I could be more accessible to people. They're not like, 'Oh my God, he's, like, a male model comedian; yuck, ugh.' It's like, 'Oh, he's a little squishy; He's like me. He's accessible.' And girls are like, 'Look how cuddly he is. I just want to cuddle up in his neck fat and go to sleep.'
Novels are forged in passion, demand fidelity and commitment, often drive you to boredom or rage, sleep with you at night. They are the long haul. They are marriage. Stories, on the other hand, you can lose yourself in for a few weeks and then wrap up, or grow tired of and abandon and (maybe) return to later. They can cuddle you sweetly, or make you get on your knees and beg.
LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THIS MAN WHO WANTED TO LIVE A VERY, VERY LONG LIFE SO HE NEVER SMOKED, NEVER DRANK, ONLY PUT HEALTHY FOOD IN HIS MOUTH HE EXERCISED REGULARLY HE HAD THIS THING ABOUT JOGGING WELL, I HAVE TO ADMIT, AT 33, HE HAD A VERY NICE BODY THAT SUNDAY MORNING, THOUGH, HIS WIFE TRIED TO HOLD HIM UP IN BED FOR A CUDDLE SO SHE STARTED KISSING HIM, NIBBLING HIS EAR LOBE NOTHING WOULD DO
I grow old though pleased with my memories The tasks I can no longer complete Are balanced by the love of the tasks gone past I offer no apology only this plea: When I am frayed and strained and drizzle at the end Please someone cut a square and put me in a quilt That I might keep some child warm And some old person with no one else to talk to Will hear my whispers And cuddle near
One of my Instructors at the Covenant has a tattoo of it on his arm.' His lips pursed. 'Minister Telly has one on his arm, too.' 'How in the world do you know that?' We cut across the frost- covered lawn to one of the covered walkways connecting smaller buildings to the main one. 'Have you been sneaking into his room and cuddling with him, too?' 'Don't be jealous. You're my only cuddle bunny.
Jennifer L. Armentrout
My mother is European and expresses her love through food and cuddling. She wasn't the type of mother who would make it to school plays or soccer games, but if you wanted to stay at home sick, she was your girl. Whenever you'd go up to her room to cuddle with her, she'd pull out a Kit Kat or Snickers bar from her night table and look at you with dancing eyes.
Sentimentality and nostalgia are closely related. Kissing cousins. I have no time for nostalgia, though. Nostalgics believe the past is nicer than the present. It isn't. Or wasn't. Nostalgics want to cuddle the past like a puppy. But the past has bloody teeth and bad breath. I look into its mouth like a sorrowing dentist.
The fact that you're unsure probably means you need food that much more, ' he said, which sounded like the weirdest logic I'd ever heard. 'At least in my experience.' I wondered how much 'experience' he had in these matters. I really didn't know what he did in his free time. Maybe there was more Russian vodka being consumed than I knew about. I always just figured when he wasn't working, he and Rose were off grappling on training mats, or whatever passed between those two as foreplay. 'You sure you don't want to go home and cuddle up with Rose?' I asked.
The people who run the circus kidnapped us from our parents. Since we got here, we have all been working in the circus. We can't see any of our mummies or kiss them OR cuddle up to them. said Adrian. His tears flowing in his big blue eyes that were the colour of the sky. We didn't want to listen to our parents when they told us: 'Never, Ever!' talk to strangers. We all disobeyed and spoke to strangers, and then the strangers stole us away from our parents.
Magda M. Olchawska
Thanksgiving is a time for gratitude. It can also be a time when feeling grateful can be an acrobatic feat that you're just not up for. There's no rules that need to be followed here. Authentic living is your only option, so it's ok to turn off the tv when another ad screams for you to be a certain way just because the calendar says so. Power of suggestion can be great medicine - but don't judge yourself or a loved one who is having trouble learning the words to this song. It's a tough season from some people. Huddle and cuddle with those you trust and love. That's real medicine and it's a good place to be during the holidays. xoxo
The commonest error of the gifted scholar, inexperienced in teaching, is to expect pupils to know what they have been told. But telling is not teaching. The expression of facts that are in one's mind is a natural impulse when one wishes others to know these facts, just as to cuddle and pat a sick child is a natural impulse. But telling a fact to a child may not cure his ignorance of it any more than patting him will cure his scarlet fever. (p. 61)
Edward Lee Thorndike
Before I go to sleep tonight; I will speak a nice prayer, I will let my worries leave my mind as silence fills the air. If I have a bed; to curl between the sheets, I am an inch more blessed; than the man, on the street. If I have a love to cuddle; in the comfort of my home, I am grateful, I still have their presence to tell them, I love them so. If I have healthy eyes, that I can choose to close; I am grateful for my sight, because some will never know. If I have a voice & glistening ears to listen; Than in all my glory, I am grateful for this livin' All that really matters; is what, most don't have the courage to see, Who you became; from the day of your birth, the dash and the final chapter that makes your story complete.
Minutes passed by. A little blue butterfly landed on my nose. I blinked at it and it fluttered to my ear. A big yellow butterfly gently floated over and landed on my paw. Soon a whole swarm of them floated up and down around me, like a swirl of multicolored petals. It happened in my backyard, too, if the magic was strong enough. Butterflies were small and light, and very magic sensitive. For some reason I made them feel safe and they gravitated to me like iron shavings to a magnet. They ruined my ferocious badass image, but you'd have to be a complete beast to swat butterflies. If a baby deer frolicked out from between the buildings trying to cuddle up, I would roar. I wouldn't bite it, but I would roar. I had my limits.
I've shared more breakfasts with you than any woman I've dated in the last year and a half, ' Mitch returned. 'I know what you look like in the morning. I know what you act like when you come home tired after work. I know that you pick the least expensive thing on the menu either to be nice or to be annoying in order to put me off. But I think it's to be nice because you are nice and also both times you thought you'd be spending time with just me, you dressed in a way that would not, in any way, put me off. I know you cuddle when you're sleeping. I know you take only milk in your coffee and you make coffee strong. I know you're really good with kids. And I know that you use music and scents to regulate your mood. So I'm thinking this is not a first date. This is more like us hittin' the six month mark. And the six month mark is when you stop talkin' about shit that really doesn't matter and start talkin' about shit that means everything.
Sometimes when I miss you I just want to run into your arms and hide myself from the world. Your arms are my solace from the maddening chaos of the world. I want to be with you every single moment of my life in this lifetime and in every lifetime if I am born again. My life is so incomplete without you. Even if I search the whole world for my entire life through and through I can never find another you. It's so mesmerizing, enchanting and magical each time you touch me, each time you hold me in your arms, each time we snuggle, each time we cuddle and each time you look into my eyes. You make me melt with your thoughts and in your arms. We have a very special bond between us and I can feel the beautiful intimacy we share.I feel emotionally, soulfully and spiritually connected to you. You're all I ever wanted. I want to love you more than you can ever imagine and more than you think you deserve to be loved. You live in every single thought that crosses my mind and every single beat that passes through my heart. I will never give up on you. I will never let you go.
The age old question, what is Love? Isn't it the greatest gift from the holy one Above? Is it pure and white like a new born Dove? Does it cuddle you up, Like a hand in a Glove? Answer this hard question that what is LOVE?? the force that propels you , through pain and despair, the benevolence, the blessings, from the heavens above, the ray of sunshine that pierces the clouds, a perennial hope, that's what is love; Its the glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel, Its the mirth that ends melancholy's reign, A fountain of glee, the elixir of life, Its the drug that heals, and cures all the pain; Its an eternal promise, never meant to be broken, Its the bond that adheres two hearts together, People may die and their stories may end, But their love is immortal, it lives on forever; Its the river that cuts through boulders and rocks, and the stream that flows through our barren lives, And on its long course, it leaves behind a trail Of vivid fragrant flowers, and clear blue skies; Love is felt by the heart, relished by the soul, Blissful like the divine touch of the Gods, I yearn for more ballads and more metaphors, But i fall short of verses, can't bind love in words.