Novel & Cerita Quotes About Holding Hands

His hand was manly, tough and firm against the softness and vulnerability of mine. "I wanted to hold your hand like this too, everyday." Ani Zephaniah habang pinagmamasdan ang magkasiklop naming mga daliri. "I wanted to do a lot of things for you. Hold your hand in public, give you flowers, post photos of us on social media, go on dates anywhere..." The gentleness and sadness in his tone made my heart clench.

"Hanggang 1:45 pa naman ng hapon, bakit?" Tumango si Gian at inilahad ang isang kamay, dahilan para kumunot ang noo niya. Pero bago pa man siya makapagtanong - or so, manudyo dahil tila ba nais na naman nitong makipaghawak kamay sa kanya, biglang binanggit ni Gian ang mismong bagay na tumatakbo sa isipan niya. "Can we... like... hold hands until you leave?"

“What?” “Lalong dumadami ang mga tao, mahihirapan tayong makalabas kapag tumagal pa tayo rito,” malamig na aniya. He looked at our hands and even held it tightly. “You might get hurt if you’re alone. Don’t let go of my hand so you don’t get lost in my sight.”

Adrian stepped closer. Slow. Careful. “You’re still thinking like that?” “I have to.” “Why?” “Because this is wrong.” “And yet…” He reached out. His fingers brushed lightly against mine. “…you’re still here.” My breath trembled. “Stop.” “You don’t want me to.” “I do.” “Then say it like you mean it.” Silence. Because I couldn’t. Again. ~~~ Adrian’s hand slid fully into mine. Holding. Firm.

We both looked up and watched the fireworks display. Sitting on the grass and holding hands, watching how the sky cleared. “Every time I’m with you, everything around me gets better.” Samuel caressed my hair before placing the runaway hairs behind my ears, caused by the strong wind. “Thank you for staying and always making me feel that I am special. I treasure each moment that we spend together.” I smiled at that promise. I let my heart speak for me. What I want to say is that I don’t need to resist it.

Then he gently nudged my shoulder. “You know,” he said lightly, shifting the mood, “if people keep staring, we might have to hold hands just to commit to the rumor.” I choked. “Excuse me?” “For consistency.” “You’re insane.” He offered his hand jokingly. “Come on. For PR.” I stared at his hand. It was just playful. Just friendly. So why did my heart skip? I slowly placed my hand in his. It was warm. His fingers closed gently around mine, not tight, not possessive. Just there.

"I once dreamt of someone holding my hand until daylight, on a freshly vague page of my life." - Miss Erity They claimed that people will meet someone who is mysteriously connected to them at some point in their lives. The unknown force, breathing and whispering from your skin as if it were the largest portion of your soul. I had never believed that until I met one. Surprisingly, his eyes connect the gaps in between. However, it is frightening to consider that one person has the power to either heal or destroy you. That is something I will never, ever allow to happen to me. I'm no stranger to this kind of feeling, but this time it's unfathomably strong and scorching. All I could do was flee.

Siguro lahat ng mga kalandian nito hawak kamay niya kahit nagmamaneho! Apaki landi talaga! Expert! Hanep! "Tsk! Tsk! You're overthinking again." He said like he was reading what's on my mind. "I'm holding your hand because I was instructed to do it." He showed me our intertwined fingers " Do you think I like this?" Narinig ko ang mahina niyang tawa. Ay putek! Bakit hindi ba? "Then why are you doing this kung ayaw mo pala? Do you think hindi ko napapansin na napapadalas na ang pakikipag holding hands mo sa akin?

Patient. “Let’s go,” he murmured. But as they walked away, his fingers brushed hers—slow, intentional, asking if she’d let him hold her hand again. She didn’t pull away. This time, she intertwined her fingers with his. “Just… don’t make it a big deal,” she whispered. Rohan’s quiet laugh warmed the cold air. “No promises.”

nakangiti niyang sagot. Napatango na lang ako. "May sasabihin ka pa?" tanong ko ulit. Ayaw ko mang maging magaspang pero hindi ko talaga matanto kung ano ang sadya niya sa akin. Inagaw naman niya 'yong mga dala kong gamit at hinila na ako. Para namang tinambol ang pagpintig ng puso ko dahil sa biglaan niyang paghawak sa kamay ko. Sinubukan kong kumawala sa hawak niya pero laking gulat ko nang bigla niyang padaanin ang mga daliri niya sa bawat pagitan din ng mga daliri ko. Kung kanina ay hawak lang, ngayon ay holding hands na! Pesti! Para akong naistatwa sa ginawa niya at pakiramdam ko ay tagaktak ang pawis ko kahit malakas naman ang simoy ng hangin. Pansin ko ring umiinit ang magkabila kong