Quotes About Intimacy

He liked whores. He always had.

There's no substitute for talking to the people you love. Thinking about them, dreaming about them, wishing things were different Ã¢â'¬Â¦ all of these are the beginning. But someone has to make the first move. I

The minute he saw her, he understood what had been missing from his life. It was hokey, he knew, and sentimental and sappy, but that didn't make it any less true. What he'd been longing for, without even realizing it, had been that elusive, magical mixture of friendship and passion that he'd only ever found with her.

Falling in love with you was the best thing I ever did.

It was the truest fact of her world. She loved everything about this man, his smile, the way he mumbled in his sleep and laughed after a sneeze and sang opera in the shower. She

In earlier years, she had dreamed of boldly reaching for him, changing how they touched each other, exploring his body with her hands and her mouth; then, upon waking, she'd felt frustrated and swollen with a desire she could neither express nor share. She'd waited years for him to see it, see her, and reach out.

what it felt like to curl up in bed against the same body every night for thirty years, to wake to the same loving face. He wanted to ask if love was a safe harbor or a stormy sea.

I know I won't be able to stand on the edge of intimacy. Sooner or later, I will have to dive into those cold, deep waters, and there is no end to the ripples my entrance will make. I

You'll tell me everything?" "Almost everything," I say with a smile. "A Frenchwoman must have her secrets." And I will Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I'll keep one secret. I

How was it possible that Elsa was close enough to her husband that she could feel the heat coming off him and smell the whiskey and cigarettes on his breath and still feel as if an ocean sloshed between them?

Love wasn't a great, burning brushfire that swept across your soul and charred you beyond recognition. It was being there, simply that.

They were lovers who didn't love each other, and that made talking easier.

She felt the end of the kiss as deeply as she'd felt the start of it.

Time spent together created an intimacy that didn't quite spill over into friendship.

They'd sewn their lives together in the silent way of women unused to conversation.

She gave herself over to the sensations of the kiss, let it become the whole of her universe, and knew finally how it felt to be enough for someone. *

His mouth fit hers perfectly, just as it had so many years ago. It started out soft and gentle, that first kiss after so many lost and lonely years. She clung to him, kissing him with everything in her, as if she could draw that essential spark of him into her very soul, as if she could have some piece of him to take away from this magical ride. The

Lexi had learned the truth about love then, how close it could be to hate, and how it could empty you out.

Like lovers." *

thrust deep inside her body

hugged him tightly and then

There's no substitute for talking to the people you love. Thinking about them, dreaming about them, wishing things were different…all of these are the beginning. But someone has to make the first move. I

Elsa smiled. "It couldn't be worse than Rafe and me. Someday soon we will teach each other to dance, Jean. You and me, with music. And we won't care who is watching or what they think," she said. She pulled Jean into a tight hug and found it difficult to let go

O amor não é um grande fogo que invade a alma e o transforma em alguém irreconhecível. Ele fica lá, acalentando o coração.