“Dare to be different. Represent your maker well and you will forever abide in the beautiful embrace of his loving arms.”

“If a hug represented how much I loved you, I would hold you in my arms forever.”

“Well, sir, embrace me once, as you would embrace your daughter, and I swear to you that that kiss, the only chaste kiss I have ever had, will make me strong against my love, and that within a week your son will be once more at your side, perhaps unhappy for a time, but cured forever.”

“Is this all you want, Anna?” He brought his arms around her and urged her to lean into him. “Merely an embrace? I’ll understand it, if you do.” “It isn’t merely an embrace,” she replied, loving the feel of his lean muscles and long bones against her body. “It is your embrace, and your scent, and the cadence of your breathing, and the warmth of your hands. To me, there is nothing mere about it.”

“The strength of a man isn't seen in the power of his arms. It's seen in the love with which he EMBRACES you.”

“Your love makes me beautiful.”“Then let me love you forever.”