Held Quotes

“Her room was warm and lightsome. A huge doll sat with her legs apart in the copious easy-chair beside the bed. He tried to bid his tongue speak that he might seem at ease, watching her as she undid her gown, noting the proud conscious movements of her perfumed head.

As he stood silent in the middle of the room she came over to him and embraced him gaily and gravely. Her round arms held him firmly to her and he, seeing her face lifted to him in serious calm and feeling the warm calm rise and fall of her breast, all but burst into hysterical weeping. Tears of joy and relief shone in his delighted eyes and his lips parted though they would not speak.

She passed her tinkling hand through his hair, calling him a little rascal.

—Give me a kiss, she said.

His lips would not bend to kiss her. He wanted to be held firmly in her arms, to be caressed slowly, slowly, slowly. In her arms he felt that he had suddenly become strong and fearless and sure of himself. But his lips would not bend to kiss her.

With a sudden movement she bowed his head and joined her lips to his and he read the meaning of her movements in her frank uplifted eyes. It was too much for him. He closed his eyes, surrendering himself to her, body and mind, conscious of nothing in the world but the dark pressure of her softly parting lips. They pressed upon his brain as upon his lips as though they were the vehicle of a vague speech; and between them he felt an unknown and timid pressure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odour.”
― James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

“Sunny held Kit, and Violet held Klaus, and for a minute the four castaways did nothing but weep, letting their tears run down their faces and into the sea, which some have said is nothing but a library of all tears in history.”
― Lemony Snicket, The End

“Jacks' hand slid across the rail and twined his cold fingers with hers. He didn't hold back, he just held her hand, stunning her in to silence.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“There is not enough air in the room but you are breathing.
There is nobody here but you are held.
You have broken and the world is breaking and we will always rebuild.

Do you hear me, love?
We will always rebuild.”
― Jeanette LeBlanc

“What a mother wants is to hold her babies when they’re small and to be held by them once they’ve grown tall. It’s empty arms a mother dreads.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes: Quotes, Thoughts, & a Little Poetry for Every Day of the Year

“Hoe kan het een wet zijn dat je, als je iemand kwijtraakt, ook meteen jezelf kwijtraakt? -Ik wil niet mee, ik wil niet mee! Nu weet ik: geen verzet. Het is zoals wanneer je wordt gepakt door een wild dier of door de stroming: hou je van de domme. Wees geen held.”
― Maartje Wortel, Goudvissen en beton

“Computers and mobile devices are becoming known for their inherent insecurities and the ability to damage the long term health of the users.”
― Steven Magee

“Blessed - lucky - are those who cry. Blessed are those who are sad, who mourn, who feel the loss of what they love - because they will be held by the One who loves them. There is a strange and aching happiness only the hurting know - for they shall be held.”
― Ann Voskamp, The Broken Way: A Daring Path into the Abundant Life

“He stood in a room, looking around, seeing thousands of himself. He banged the walls made of mirrors, but they wouldn't break. Thier laugh filled his heart and with fear, he curled up and sat there. And then She came out of nowhere and wrapped her arm around him. She held his hand, together they got up and walked towards a wall. He raised his head and looked at the reflections, but all he saw there was only him. She turned and smiled at him and touched the wall. It cracked and shattered into pieces. She inside him broke all the walls around him. He was free, he was not held and haunted by his reflections anymore.”
― Akshay Vasu

“Een avontuur was niet voor lafaards, maar voor dapperlingen!”
― Leen Lefebre, Soraia, kind van de zee (ZOMER)

“Het viel haar best zwaar, maar het verleden mocht haar heden gewoonweg niet stelen, tòch?”
― Leen Lefebre, Soraia, kind van de zee (ZOMER)

“Ik geloof niet in helden, tenzij ze zich verpleegster noemen. Zij kennen de keerzijde van het krijgshaftige gebalk over 'respect voor elke vonk van leven'. Zij weten wat dat betekent in de praktijk. Zij helpen de onmachtigen en de dementen hun vernederingen van alledag te doorstaan, van voeding tot ontlasting. Het zijn de zaken waar men liever over zwijgt, van politicus tot prelaat. Het potsierlijk gemorste lopend voedsel, de drinkbeker voor kleuters in de handen van een huilende negentigjarige, de onbehandelbare pijnen, de stoma's, de urinezakjes hangend aan een kapstok naast het bed dat je niet meer verlaat, de nooit eindigende tragikomedie van de ontlasting. Dat ganse bittere repertoire van kots en kak.”
― Tom Lanoye, Sprakeloos

“The key to understanding if something is truly precious is to ask if we can hold it, for things truly precious cannot be held.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“Komop, Soraia! pepte zij zichzelf op. Jij alleen kan jouw held zijn!”
― Leen Lefebre, Soraia, kind van de zee (ZOMER)

“It was sad to see someone who has killed and caged so many dragons out there, die because of their own demons that they held inside.”
― Akshay Vasu, The Abandoned Paradise: Unraveling the beauty of untouched thoughts and dreams

“Do your hands hurt from all the people you've touched but never held.”
― Nitya Prakash

“Aurelio had de zwartste blik aan het hof doch zijn ziel was blank.”
― Leen Lefebre, Soraia, kind van de zee (ZOMER)

“Zo klein in gestalte doch o zo groot in gedachte, is die hofnar!”
― Leen Lefebre, Soraia, kind van de zee (ZOMER)

“Was ihnen im Gedächtnis bleibt
sind keine Heldentaten
sondern Taten aus Liebe
und dein lachendes Gesicht
trotz aller inneren Kriege.”
― Faten El-Dabbas

“I understand people
who tremble
when held...”
― Nitya Prakash

“An eternal need to be held by the hands you wanted to hold forever.”
― Nitya Prakash

“Another enraged shriek pierced the forest, and my snares groaned as they held, and held, and held.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“The way you held me.
It’s what held me together.”
― Bernardo Moya, A Man Evolving: Confessions about monogamy, passion and broken hearts.