Handkerchief Quote by Alice McDermott

“A few strands of his long, dark hair had been caught by the wind and blown against his face. Without thinking, she reached up…

— Kiki Hamilton

“He seemed uncharacteristically nervous as he reached toward her cheek. He slowly took an errant pink strand of hair between his fingers and tucked…

— Stephanie Garber

“She was welcoming and perfect in his arms. He kissed her, buried his face in the sweet hollow of her neck. Her curls brushed…

— Leigh Bardugo

“When she didn’t let go, when she buried her freckled nose in his chest and snuggled closer and when she shivered from the cold,…

— Kay Stockham

“He raised his hand to brush a stray hair from her face. Instead of dropping his hand, he slid it behind her neck and…

— Lia Davis

“But what was truly upsetting was the way he separated my hands from his body. They wept silently. Either that or I was sweating.…

— Kylie Scott

“He continued holding her but slid her soft frame down his body until her lips were even with his. She wound her hands through…

— Abigail Sharpe

“He was standing so close to her, all six feet plus inches of masculine strength. So solid and safe. Her valiant protector. It seemed…

— Monica McCarty

“Then she saw him stop and wipe his brow with his handkerchief. Once, twice. And then once again. But she did not see the…

— Wolfgang Borchert

“At that moment, noticing that his embroidered handkerchief was revealing part of its coloured edging, he thrust it back into his pocket with a…

— Marcel Proust

“When he sensed she was too far gone to pull back, he released his hold on her hair and she rested her forehead on…

— Ivory Quinn

“She drew in a shuddering breath. “I love you.” And let it out. “God.” The emotion that swept through him was like a summer…

— J.D. Robb