Holding Hands Quotes

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Katherine Mansfield
“Ah, what happiness it is to be with people who are all happy, to press hands, press cheeks, smile into eyes.”
Katherine Mansfield

Vera Nazarian
“Sometimes, reaching out and taking someone's hand is the beginning of a journey.

At other times, it is allowing another to take yours.”
Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

Roman Payne
“It’s not that we have to quit
this life one day, but it’s how
many things we have to quit
all at once: music, laughter,
the physics of falling leaves,
automobiles, holding hands,
the scent of rain, the concept
of subway trains... if only one
could leave this life slowly!”
Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy

Sophie Jordan
“His hand glides down my arm, folds over my hand. His fingers lace with mine, palms kissing. I can feel the fast thud of his heart through this single touch.”
Sophie Jordan, Firelight

Richelle E. Goodrich
“Nothing in this world compares to the comfort and security of having someone just hold your hand.”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Smile Anyway: Quotes, Verse, and Grumblings for Every Day of the Year

Arthur Conan Doyle
“Miss Morstan and I stood together, and her hand was in mine. A wondrous subtle thing is love, for here were we two, who had never seen each other until that day, between whom no word or even look of affection had ever passed, and yet now in an hour of trouble our hands instinctively sought for each other. I have marveled at it since, but at the time it seemed the most natural thing that I would go out to her so, and, as she has often told me, there was in her also the instinct to turn to me for comfort and protection. So we stood hand in hand like two children, and there was peace in our hearts for all the dark things that surrounded us.”
Arthur Conan Doyle, Sherlock Holmes: The Complete Novels and Stories, Volume I

Ottilie Weber
“Once I had her hand, I never wanted to let go of her.”
Ottilie Weber, Family Ties

Won-pyung Sohn
“Even though my brain was a mess, what kept my soul whole was the warmth of the hands holding mine on both sides”
Won-pyung Sohn, Almond

N.R. Walker
“His hand lay across my stomach as he slept soundly. I entwined my fingers with his and breathed through the warmth that seeped through my chest. Such a simple, sweet thing to do, yet holding hands in bed was incredibly intimate.”
N.R. Walker, Spencer Cohen, Book Three

Becky Albertalli
“He laces our fingers and shrugs. And I’m dead. I am actually dead. There’s no other way to explain it. I’m sitting in fucking Herald Square, holding hands with the cutest boy I’ve ever met, and I’m dead. I’m the deadest zombie ghost vampire who ever died. And now my mouth isn’t working. It's like I'm stunned into silence. That never happens.”
Becky Albertalli, What If It's Us

Richelle E. Goodrich
“I felt sad.
I felt cold.
I felt hurt.
I felt forsaken and lonely.
I felt doubtful and hesitant.
I felt scared and deeply worried.
I felt different, unknown, and unwelcome.
I felt empty and woefully neglected.
I felt weak and intimidated.
I felt withdrawn and shy.
I felt utterly hopeless.
Then you held my hand,
and I felt better.”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year

Dave Cenker
“She said nothing with her voice and everything with her caring touch.”
Dave Cenker, Second Chance

Iris Murdoch
“Only take someone's hand in a certain way, even look into their eyes in a certain way, and the world is changed forever.”
Iris Murdoch, The Black Prince

Catherine Lowell
“Nothing, I learned, brings you into the present quite like holding hands. The past seemed irrelevant; the future, unnecessary.”
Catherine Lowell, The Madwoman Upstairs

Louise Penny
“As they trudged through the snow toward Clara's pretty little cottage, Ruth lost her footing. Haniya grabbed her before she fell. She held Ruth's hand for the rest of the way, and wondered if maybe the key was not in being held, but in holding.”
Louise Penny, The Madness of Crowds

Richard L.  Ratliff
“I've sent you roses many times.
I've held your hand in mine”
Richard L. Ratliff

Meg Leder
“I will remember the feel of his hand around mine for the rest of my life.”
Meg Leder, The Museum of Heartbreak

Iris Murdoch
“He was glad that he had expressed to her, however blunderingly, what he felt. He was glad that he had held her hand.”
Iris Murdoch, The Message to the Planet

Toni Morrison
“They were not holding hands, but their shadows were.”
Toni Morrison, Beloved

Richelle E. Goodrich
“A great amount of compassion is communicated in the simple act of taking someone’s hand and holding on tightly. It creates a spiritual vein through which strength, comfort, and hope are transfused to revitalize the soul.”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year

“The groups in different areas that were affiliated with us knew one thing for sure, and that is that they could trust and respect the base. When you look at it, people want to know they have someone in their corner for the worst. Scrooge, former leader of the Rebellion Raiders street gang that once boasted of having some ten thousand members”
Drexel Deal, The Fight of My Life is Wrapped Up in My Father

Iris Murdoch
“Clement held her hand for a moment; knowing that after that moment the darkness would begin.”
Iris Murdoch, The Green Knight

Valerie M. Bodden
“A warm hand gripped her fingers and squeezed. Before he could let go, Violet squeezed back. She needed this connection, this moment to tell her she wasn’t alone, she wasn’t the only one who hurt and didn’t know what to do with it.”
Valerie M. Bodden, Not Until You

Dennis Liggio
“When you see zombies, they're typically in a horde. A big group close together, as if they were just holding hands before you saw them and they quickly let go.”
Dennis Liggio, Support Your Local Monster Hunter

Pamela Harju
“She reached her hand behind her back and grabbed his. She could just as easily have gripped another part of him because she wasn’t looking. She was wearing gloves, the thin kind, but he wasn’t. He had forgotten to bring them, and it wasn’t cold. Even if it had been, he wouldn’t have noticed it. Inside him, it was like a sunny summer’s day on a Cornish beach – complete with a light breeze that ensured it wasn’t too lovely. He worried that she didn’t realise she was holding his hand. She probably didn’t want to hold anybody’s hand and particularly not his.”
Pamela Harju, Sympathetic Strings

Iris Murdoch
“Ludens thought, why can't I do that, why can't I just ask a woman to hold my hand, why can't I ask Franca to!”
Iris Murdoch, The Message to the Planet

Jill Lepore
“He wrote of the ordinary soldiers, the 'dogfaces,' and their bravery, and their misery, and the terribleness of their deaths. 'Dead men had been coming down the mountain all evening, lashed onto the backs of mules,' he wrote from Italy, describing a soldier who stopped to sit by the body of a captain, holding the dead man's hand. 'Finally he put the hand down. He reached up and gently straightened the points of the captain's shirt collar, and then he sort of rearranged the tattered edges of his uniform around the wound, and then he got up and walked away down the road in the moonlight, all alone.”
Jill Lepore, These Truths: A History of the United States

Lisa Kleypas
“But there was no mockery or disapproval in Cassandra's gaze as she approached. She was smiling as if she were glad to see him. She gave him her slim gloved hand, a gesture of closeness and familiarity.
The day instantly became the best one he'd had in weeks. His heart thumped joyfully at her nearness. The shape of her hand fit his as if every joint and fine muscle and soft ligament had been designed for perfect alignment. It had been like this when they'd waltzed, their bodies fitting together, moving together, with magical coordination.”
Lisa Kleypas, Chasing Cassandra

Alexandre Dumas fils
“You know what it is to be in love with a woman, you know how it cuts short the days, and with what loving listlessness one drifts into the morrow. You know that forgetfulness of everything which comes of a violent confident, reciprocated love. Every being who is not the beloved one seems a useless being in creation. One regrets having cast scraps of one’s heart to other women, and one can not believe in the possibility of ever pressing another hand than that which one holds between one’s hands.”
Alexandre Dumas fils, La Dame aux Camélias

Nina Varela
“They were still holding hands. They hadn’t let go, not even once. Ayla’s hand was sweaty; there was dirt and sweat and probably blood slicking their palms, but she didn’t want to lose this point of contact. This point of warmth, solidity, in the middle of a huge and frightening thing. The machinery of war.”
Nina Varela, Iron Heart

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