I’m not homophobic or anything like that, but when gay people come out, it’s like, ‘You didn’t have to tell me that, because I’m still going to still give you a hug.’
I’ve seen fathers criticizing their sons the moment a game’s over. Not my dad. It doesn’t matter if I threw an interception or a Hail Mary, he always says, ‘Good job, son, I’m proud of you.’ Then he shakes my hand and gives me a hug. Every time.
When I’m in New York, I bike everywhere. I have a couple of bikes stored over at Ed Norton’s. It’s the only way to go. But in Hawaii, I drive. I have a little Volkswagen Bug, from the ‘Drive it? Hug it?’ phase. I run it on biodiesel.
HIV does not make people dangerous to know, so you can shake their hands and give them a hug: Heaven knows they need it.
If I meet pals, we do hug each other, and it’s very nice, you know… it’s something that’s come on me late and became second nature, and it’s first nature now!
I wanted a good relationship with my mother, and I realized I had a choice: Either I could spend all my time angry that she didn’t give me the hugs I thought I needed, or I could understand that she hugs differently. It’s not a spread-open-the-arms, ‘come here’ hug. She hugs by sheltering me from her worries.
I have to tell you, you can’t have an ego when you’re an actor. A lot of actors have them, but in reality most of those people are just sensitive artists dying for a hug and a compliment.
Every touch and hug that I got from my grandmom and mom was therapeutic.
Like it or not, I’ve come to appreciate soccer. Any kid can play, which fits with the inclusive agenda of progressive schools. Although the corollary to ‘any kid can play’ is that every kid must play because there is an iron grip to the warm hug of progressive inclusionism.
Eating something fresh out of the oven is like a hug you can taste.
Like it or not, I’ve come to appreciate soccer. Any kid can play, which fits with the inclusive agenda of progressive schools. Although the corollary to ‘any kid can play’ is that every kid must play because there is an iron grip to the warm hug of progressive inclusionism.
As the first Hispanic female governor in history, little girls often come up to me in the grocery store or the mall. They look and point, and when they get the courage, they ask ‘Are you Susana?’ and they run up and give me a hug.
I can still remember watching Italy win the 1982 World Cup. I was just an eight-year-old kid in Naples, my hometown, watching the games with a bunch of people in the houses of relatives and friends. I can recall that when Italy scored, we would shout and hug, even though we did not all know each other.
I’m a very physical person. I hug people more so than shake hands.
When I left French ‘Vogue,’ New York welcomed me with a big, big hug.
My earliest memory is my mom picking me up after I had fallen down, giving me a big hug and reading me ‘Goodnight Moon.’ From that moment, to this one, every single memory I have of my mom is that regardless of what was happening in her life, she was always, always there for me.
If you hug to yourself any resentment against anybody else, you destroy the bridge by which God would come to you.
I like hugging who I like to hug and I want to be hugged by whom I want to hug.
In conclusion, a hug is a gesture that holds immense power to touch our hearts, uplift our spirits, and strengthen our bonds with others. It reminds us of the profound need for human connection, love, and empathy. As we immerse ourselves in these quotes, may we be inspired to embrace the magic of hugs, offer comfort to those in need, and cherish the warmth and love that comes from sharing a heartfelt embrace. Let us remember that sometimes, a simple hug can speak volumes and make a world of difference.
