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...

Holding hands in love is underrated, while sex is overrated. Don’t you think so?

For now, he and Meg were going to have the adventure of seeing a new place and having a new experience. Together.He wasn’t human. Would never be human. And Meg didn’t expect him to be....

Once I had her hand, I never wanted to let go of her.

If you are holding hands with others, you can’t hold a gun!

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

I, uh—,” I began oh so coherently, and then I jumped up, almost knocking himover, and raced down the dock. I took off, flying fast, like a rocket.

She closed her eyes, and I closed mine, and even though we weren’t holding hands, it felt like we were.Because what we had, we knew.

Oh, jeez,” Fang said, sounding strangled.

There was a patient who sat with her family in a circle around her, all holding hands. Sister Philomena asked if they would like to join her for prayers and they said yes, they would....

I know everything’s fineif you’re here.”I thought I saw his cheeks flush, but I wasn’t too sure of anything anymore.

I’m not asking you to walk in my shoes; I’d never wish my afflictions on anyone. But could you walk beside me on secure ground and reach to hold my hand?

Thanks.” He didn’t say anything, but slowly released my wrist. Before he completely withdrew, I took his hand and interlaced my fingers through his. He looked at me, his lips parted in surprise, but then...

Nothing in this world compares to the comfort and security of having someone just hold your hand.

I can tell if two people are in love by how they hold each other’s hands, and how thick their sanitation gloves are.

Sit with me, and I’ll not be alone.Hold my hand, and I’ll not feel alone.Cry with me, and I’ll no longer suffer alone.

Patience and wisdom walk hand in hand, like two one-armed lovers.

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.

I make things with my hands. Hands are made to make things, and hands are made to hold. With my hand I hold my other hand when I get lonely.

Sometimes, reaching out and taking someone’s hand is the beginning of a journey.At other times, it is allowing another to take yours.

I have two hands so I can provide companionship to myself by holding one hand with the other. As a lover, I am self-sufficient.