Quotes About Intimacy

Hay intimidad en el dolor. Cualquiera que haya consolado a alguien que sufre lo sabe —la indefensa ternura, los abrazos y susurros, y el lento balanceo conjunto mientras dos se vuelven uno contra el enemigo, el dolor—.

Seeing her shiver, I want to take her into my coat and button it around her. I want to warm my face against her neck and steam her up like a mirror and write my name on her with my fingertip.

But let's not be too casual about this body, okay?" She nuzzled him back. "It may be your soul that I love, but I'm pretty keen on its vessel, too.

There is intimacy in pain.

Akiva supo que ella era su álef, su verdad y su comienzo. Su alma.

She'd have to get used to him all over again, taking small sips of his beauty as if it was too hot a drink to swallow all at once.

Ansiaba una presencia a su lado, en todo momento. Unos dedos que rozaran ligeramente su nuca y una voz que se uniera a la suya en la oscuridad. Alguien que la esperara con un paraguas para acompañarla a casa bajo la lluvia, y sonriera abiertamente al verla llegar. Que bailara con ella en el balcón, cumpliera sus promesas y conociera sus secretos, que creara un pequeño universo allí donde se encontrara, solo con abrazos, susurros y confianza.

It hadn't occurred in the physical realm, that much was true. His hand had not touched her hand. But... his mind had touched her mind, and that seemed to him a deeper reality and even greater intimacy.

I want very much to carpe you," it says. "I may try to surprise you, though, if that's okay. Also, I can't feel my face and hands.

And... a bed. A bed and a blanket to cover them, a blanket that was theirs together.

Dorul ei de dragoste o facea sa se simta ca un pisoi care se invartea mereu printre glezne, mieunand Mangaie-ma, mangaie-ma, uita-te la mine, iubeste-ma .

They were match and striker, each to the other. They touched and were set afire.

Her heart was gasping, empty. Whatever resistance had been in her, she gave it up. Her hands knew what they wanted: They wanted Akiva, the spark and heat of him. Even in the warmth of the Moroccan spring, she was cold, as if the only thing with a chance of warming her was him.

Love is an element (Akiva)

I almost never like people, even in tiny doses. But I never get tired of being with you.

It was what she had always wanted and thought that she'd found: someone who was for her, as she was for him, whose blood and butterflies sang to hers and answered them, note for note.

Your soul sings to mine. My soul is yours, and it always will be, in any world. No matter what happens

He said, 'I want you to know...' He swallowed. 'I need you to know that I was drawn to you - to you, Karou - before the wishbone. Before I knew, and I think...I think I would always fond you, no matter how you were hidden.' He was focused on her with extraordinary intensity. 'Your soul sings to mine. My soul is yours, and it always will be, in any world. No matter what happens-' His voice cracked and he took a breath. 'I need you to remember that I love you.

You have ruined my tongue for all other tastes," and understood finally what that phrase meant.

There wasn't a word for what they were. Neither married nor promised—what time had there been for promises? Not yet lovers, but so much more than friends. So he faltered in his answer, leaving it unfinished, and it was, in its way, simply and perfectly true. He was Sarai's.

Love is an element,

She wanted what her hands wanted: to touch Akiva, and not just with her fingertips, and not with caution, and not with fear of causing him pain. She wanted to hold him and be held, in soft perfect unity, like slow-dancing. She wanted to fit herself to him, breathe him, come alive against him, discover him, hold his face as he had held hers, with tenderness. With love .

Hissetti?i her ?eyin aras?nda Karou'yu en çok kendinden geçiren Akiva'n?n fiziksel -tuz, misk kokusu, kas, ate?, ten ve ç?rp?na kalbi -gerçekli?i ve samimiyetiydi. Dudaklar?n?n tad? ve dokunu?u... Önce a?z?, sonra çenesi, boynu ve kulaklar?n?n hemen alt?ndaki yumu?ac?k doku... Öptü?ünde hissetti?i ürperi?.

Defalarca bir araya geldikten sonra, her ?eyi bilmek isteyen a??klar?n i?tah?yla birbirlerine kar?? dürüst olmay? ö?renmi?lerdi. Her konu?mada ve dokunu?ta, her hat?ra ve dü?üncede, her koku ve m?r?lt?da bir ?eyler ö?reniyorlard?. Utangaçl?klar?ndan s?yr?ld?ktan sonra, gelece?i kabullenmi?lerdi: Bir gelecekleri vard? ve yokmu? gibi davranmayacaklard?.