Quotes About Intimacy

He loved the feel and smell of her palm and because he was one of those men who was always ultimately looking to dissolve himself into a woman.

Nothing holds love together like shared vice or collusive perversion.

A lovely young girl lies on a bed in the dark listening to a fairy tale," I said. "But she's naked and the storyteller's hands are all over her.

I wish you had fucked her. Then you'd know. Then you'd know the sublime … Her asshole, for example. It's like a stern coquettish spoiled secretary working for Himmler—

all his strength gathered in his hips and chest and his arms wrapped around me and his breath jabbed soft and hot in my ear and a note of tenderness was there at the end like a lovely curlicue and I liked him because there was no disguising the honest male gladness that went from his body out to mine.

It's why people in sexual extremis say Oh, God . It's not a cry to the Divine, it's a recognition of their own divinity.

Naturally we looked at each other. Naturally the single second that passed was more than enough time to enjoy a purified intimacy, to note each other's details and feel the exact weight of each other's history. naturally our essences, peremptorily denuded, exchanged a stunned glance. Then I shot him in the face.

It is, you must concede, unpleasantly messy, this business of having feelings, this mattering to each other. I've always thought of it as gory, a sort of perpetually occurring road accident - everyone going too fast, too close, without due care and attention, or with too much . . .

and I realized I couldn't imagine going through life not being in her presence. That her mere presence enveloped me in a kind of warmth. And it hit me that that's pretty much the essence of love.

Like blind boys they found each other, and confirmed each other, and through the FM of the flesh they sent to one another impulses of courage and affection.

She looked at him bravely now for the first time, at his face, the face from which a child had fled, and drew breath. She rose. Her eyes filled. She knew. He took her in his arms and kissed her ardently. Men in their hosts, young and old, innocent and corrupt, had paid her for her favors, but she put her arms about him of her own free will as though to give him what she could in recompense for this, the last gift she guessed, of his manhood.

Privacy is a core condition of being a free person.

there are all sorts of things people do that they are eager to keep private, even though these sorts of things do not constitute doing "something wrong." Privacy is indispensable to a wide range of human activities.

En nuestra vida cotidiana hay rastros que no podemos explicar y acaso sean totalmente nimios. Sin embargo, su representación mediante un dispositivo de localización... les confiere significado, lo que al parecer exige dar una cantidad tremenda de justificaciones. Esto genera ansiedades, sobre todo en las relaciones íntimas, en las que las personas quizá sientan una mayor presión para explicar cosas que simplemente no son capaces de explicar.

Marriage is more. Don't settle for less.

She liked to be near him now that she had thought of a way to prove to him that life had taught her to understand and love him.

Vieni, mio bel gatto, sul mio cuore innamorato; trattieni le unghie della zampa, e lasciami sprofondare nei tuoi occhi striati di metallo e d'agata" - Charles Baudelaire

The music in his laughter had a way of rounding off the missing notes in her soul.

In our weeks of talk, movies and friendship, I watched as Wilma turned a medical ordeal into one more event in her life, but not its definition. I believe she was teaching me an intimate form of The Way. In her words: "Every day is a good day - because we are part of everything alive.

This vertical history feels more intimate and sensory than written history. It's been reaching out all along, I just wasn't paying attention.

The linen felt perilously thin between them, and she could feel the well-muscled contours of his chest and thighs and... and that obscene dagger with which he wished to impale her.

El amor deja entrar solamente a quien ama.

En helaas hebben huwelijken in het algemeen iets lomps. Ze bederven de tederste verhoudingen, en dat komt toch eigenlijk alleen door de botte zekerheid waarvan ten minste één partij profiteert. Alles is vanzelfsprekend en men lijkt de verbintenis alleen gesloten te hebben opdat beiden hun eigen gang kunnen gaan.

The key is to make sure that even if you're not doing "it," you're still doing something – touching, kissing, hugging. Personally, my heart gets warm and mushy when my husband rubs my feet after a long, tiring day. He may not be anywhere near my g-spot, but that little bit of touch and attention keeps us connected even when we're not having spine-tingling sex. (on 8 things no one tells you about marriage)