Hand Holding Quotes

“Josh grins. "Just give me your hand."
"W-what?"
"Your hand," he repeats. "Give it to me."
I extend my shaking right hand. And-in a moment that is a hundred dreams come true-Joshua Wasserstein laces his fingers through mine. A staggering shock of energy shoots straight into my veins. Straight into my heart.
"There," he says. "I've been waiting a long time to do that."
Not nearly as long as I've been waiting.”
― Stephanie Perkins, Isla and the Happily Ever After

“No," Lana said, "I'm not going to heal your scratch."
"Good," Sanjit said.
"Good? Why good?"
"Because when you hold my hand, I don't want it to be work for you.”
― Michael Grant, Plague

“Cautiously, she let her knuckles brush against his, a slight weight, a bird's feather. He stiffened, but he didn't pull away.

"I'm not ready to give up on this city, Kaz. I think it's worth saving." I think you're worth saving.

Once they stood on the deck of a ship and she'd waited just like this. He had no spoken then and he did not speak now. Inej felt him slipping away, dragging under, caught in an undertow that would take him farther and farther from shore. She understood suffering and she knew it was a place she could not follow, not unless she wanted to drown, too.

Back on Black Veil, he'd told her that they would fight their way out. Knives drawn, guns blazing. Because that's what we do. She would fight for him, but she could not heal him. She would not waste her life trying.

She felt his knuckles slide against hers. Then his hand was in her hand, his palm was pressed against her own. A tremor moved through him. Slowly, he let their fingers entwine.

For a long while, they stood there, hands clasped, looking out at the gray expanse of sea.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

“Jacks' hand slid across the rail and twined his cold fingers with hers. He didn't hold back, he just held her hand, stunning her in to silence.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“You are, however, surprisingly light of touch.”

“Pardon?”

“The way you’re holding my hand. I always thought you’d be more of a mauler. Like a diseased wolf chewing the knuckles off me fist.”

“That’s very nice.”

“Not really.”

“I was being sarcastic.”

“Oh. I see. Where are we?”
― G.A. Aiken, The Dragon Who Loved Me

“George put his hand on top of Beatrice's and felt the warmth of both the woman and her hound pulsing through his fingers. "Just because your father does not see your victory does not mean that it is none," he said softly.”
― Mette Ivie Harrison, The Princess and the Hound

“Cautiously, she let her knuckles brush against his, a slight weight, a bird's feather. He stiffened, but he didn't pull away.

"I'm not ready to give up on this city, Kaz. I think it's worth saving." I think you're worth saving.

Once they stood on the deck of a ship and she'd waited just like this. He had not spoken then and he did not speak now. Inej felt him slipping away, dragging under, caught in an undertow that would take him farther and farther from shore. She understood suffering and she knew it was a place she could not follow, not unless she wanted to drown, too.

Back on Black Veil, he'd told her that they would fight their way out. Knives drawn, guns blazing. Because that's what we do. She would fight for him, but she could not heal him. She would not waste her life trying.

She felt his knuckles slide against hers. Then his hand was in her hand, his palm was pressed against her own. A tremor moved through him. Slowly, he let their fingers entwine.

For a long while, they stood there, hands clasped, looking out at the gray expanse of sea.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

“She wrapped her fingers around his and touched his palm with her thumb.
Her fingers were trembling.
Park shifted in his seat and turned his back to the aisle.
"Okay?" she whispered.
He nodded, taking a deep breath. They both stared down at their hands.
Jesus.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park

“Halfway back up the hillside, Cecilia reached behind her, and it seemed the most natural thing in the world for Brian to lean forward to take her hand.”
― T. Davis Bunn, The Book of Hours

“After staring at the poor in the eyes, my thoughts on how best to help people have dramatically changed.”
― Moutasem Algharati

“Even while I drank, he didn't let go of my hand. As if the rock would swallow me up forever.
...
And still we went onward, deeper. Only the lights and his hand kept me from feeling as if I were about to free-fall into darkness. For a heartbeat, the reek of my own dungeon cell cloyed in my nose, and the crunch of moldy hay tickled my cheek-

Rhys's hand tightened on my own. 'Just a bit farther.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“What are hands made for but this? For holding. for holding on.”
― James Patterson

“I took Lysi’s hand, deciding that as long as we had each other, we would be all right.”
― Tiana Warner, Ice Kingdom

“Holding hands in spacesuits is not very much like holding actual hands, but it's something.”
― David Ebenbach, How to Mars

“Evangeline found herself squeezing Jacks' hand harder, feeling thankful he'd not let her go.

Chaos tilted his head, eyes landing on their intertwined hands. 'Interesting.'

'This is getting tedious.' Jacks dropped Evangeline's hand and sauntered back in to the scholarly suite, where the rasp of vampire changelings and the rattle of cages weren't so all consuming.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“She put her hand in his: it was an act more intimate than a kiss -- one can kiss a stranger.”
― Graham Greene, The Human Factor

“Let's never stop holding each other's hands.

We all need to have our hand held sometimes.”
― Scott Stabile

“Don't hold her hand like a child holding onto mommy's when crossing the street. There are numerous ways to hold hands, some more deeply intimate than others. The mommy hand hold is the least intimate yet you see guys doing it all the time.”
― DJ Born, How To Get A Girlfriend: Guide to Attracting, Understanding, Dating and Romancing Your Dream Girl

“Let me hold your hand so I know you're not a hallucination or a figment of my imagination.”
― Tilly Lawless, Nothing but My Body

“I will lie down,' he says, letting me guide him toward his enormous bed. Once there, he does not let go of my hand. 'If you lie with me.”
― Holly Black, The Wicked King

“We lay next to each other on the terrace watching the sky with her hand holding mine, comforting me. The next morning, she had gone before dawn.”
― Udayakumar D.S., Fearless and Free: How One Man Changed my Life ǀ Self-help story on life, love and making a fresh start

“Hand-holding, hot. It felt like I was in middle school again. But Bennett traced every inch of my skin, fingers skimming from my wrist up my palm, learning my life lines and my love lines, rubbing each finger from root to tip. My breath caught in my throat as his thumb rubbed an oval into my palm, sending tingles shooting up my arm. Muscles strained in my neck with the effort to keep looking forward as he raised my hand slowly, gently, to his lips and grazed the back of it with a kiss.”
― Amanda Elliot, Best Served Hot

“... when Nesta made to pull back, Cassian gripped her fingers in his good hand. She lifted her gaze to his. 'Thank you,' he said hoarsely.

Nesta did not yank her hand away.

Did not open her mouth for some barbed retort.

She only stared and stared at him, at the breadth of his shoulders, even more powerful in that beautiful black armour, at the strong column of his neck above it, his wings. And then at his hazel eyes, still riveted to her face.

Cassian brushed a thumb down the back of her hand.

Nesta opened her mouth at last, and I braced myself-

'You're hurt?'

At the sound of Mor's voice, Cassian snatched his hand back and pivoted toward Mor with a lazy smile. 'Nothing for you to cry over, don't worry.'

Nesta dragged her stare from his face- down to her now-empty hand, her fingers still curled as if his palm lay there. Cassian didn't look at Nesta as she rose, snatching up the pitcher, and muttered something about getting more water from inside the tent.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Distantly, like a candle in a window, she felt Cassian's hand tighten on hers. That was the way back. Nothing could trap her, hold her, if she had that way home.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“I reached for his hand but stopped. 'If someone saw me... saw you-'

'Saw us? Holding hands? Dear gods, the scandal.' Another quick grin surfaced., and this time, the dimple appeared. 'No one is here.' He glanced around the hall. 'Unless you see people I can't.'

'Yes, I see the spirits of those who've made bad life choices,' I replied dryly.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash

“Alexa emits a sad but fond chuckle and once again reaches over to gently slip her hand into mine,
When she lets go, I can't help but wish she didn't.”
― Carli J. Corson, It's a Love/Skate Relationship