Quotes About Intimacy

he'd been watching her always, he was probably watching her now.

?ây là con ng??i th?t c?a anh, là nh?ng gì anh thích. Trong s? t?t c? nh?ng ng??i anh quen, em là ng??i anh mu?n ???c cùng chia s? nh?ng kho?nh kh?c vui v? này.

Él entornó los ojos mientras ella se apoyaba en su hombro, y en un instante, ya nada le importó. Ni la canción, ni el local, ni las otras parejas a su alrededor. Solo ella. Se entregó a la agradable sensación de sentir el cuerpo de Elizabeth tan cerca, pegado al suyo, y se movieron lentamente en pequeños círculos sobre el suelo lleno de serrín, perdidos en un mundo que parecía estar creado solamente para ellos dos.

Tenía que admitir que todavía había muchos detalles que desconocía de él, pero de una cosa estaba segura: él la complementaba de una forma que nunca jamás habría pensado que fuera posible.

Here's the me breathing into the you & here's the you breathing into the me & here's the trembling & here's the chalice & the only way out is to make sin holy.

Having you in my life is so comforting, because it's like you feel and say all the same things I always did, but hearing you say them somehow confirms them for me, the way it's impossible to feel the same pleasure from running your own fingers through your own hair. What I'm trying to say is, you just can't tickle yourself.

What could be more intimate, more placental? This steamy, candlelit cradle she'd made use, twins tied in the womb. Grooming each other, letting the soil and torment that is the world's indifference disappear down the drain. Here, at last, was my partner. Tucked behind the wet walls of our sanctum. Here we could gleam anew with infant vigor, could refuel each other...with the will to believe again.

Loving people, and allowing yourself to be loved, was only worth the risk if the odds were in your favor, but they quite clearly weren't. There were about seventy-nine squillion people in the world, and if you were very lucky, you would end up being loved by fifteen or twenty of them. So how smart did you have to be to work out that it just wasn't worth the risk?

It's love this and love that but of couse it's so easy to love someone you don't know, whether it's George Clooney or Monkey. Staying civil to someone with whom you've ever shared Christmas turkey- now there's a miracle.

But then, that was the trouble with relationships generally. They had their own temperature and there was no thermostat.

There were about seventy-nine squillion people in the world, and if you were very lucky, you would end up being loved by fifteen or twenty of them.

when she removed my hand from her chest for the one hundred thousandth time. Attack and defense, invasion and repulsion... it was as if breasts were little pieces of property that had been unlawfully annexed by the opposite sex - they were rightfully ours and we wanted them back.

You run the risk of losing anyone who is worth spending time with, unless you are so paranoid about loss that you choose someone unlosable, somebody who could not possibly appeal to anybody else at all.

What you don't catch a glimpse of on your wedding day- because how could you?- is that some days you will hate your spouse, that you will look at him and regret ever exhchanging a word with him, let alone a ring and bodily fluids.

We were little animals, which is not to imply that by the end of the week we were tearing our tank tops off; just that, metaphorically speaking, we had begun to sniff each other's bottoms, and we did not find the odor entirely repellent.

Love meant being brave, otherwise you had already lost your own argument: the man who couldn't tell a woman he loved her was, by definition, not worthy of her.

And I have to say, books haven't helped much with all this. Because whenever you read anything about love, whenever anyone tries to define it, there's always a state or an abstract noun, and I try to think of it like that. But actually, love is… Well, it's just you. And when you go, it's gone. Nothing abstract about it.

What better way to exorcise rejection demons than to screw the person who rejected you?

He wanted Rachel to be his wife, his lover, the centre of his whole world; a girlfriend implied that he would see her from time to time, that she would have some kind of independent existence away from him, and he didn't want that at all.

But somehow, there's less time to think since she came back. We're too busy talking, or working, or having sex (there's a lot of sex at the moment, much of it initiated by me as a way of banishing insecurity), or eating, or going to the pictures. Maybe I should stop doing these things, so as I can work it all out properly, because I know these things are important times. But then again, maybe I shouldn't; maybe this is how it's done. Maybe this is how people manage to have relationships.

I don't know why you'd want to have sex with me one nightand sleep on the sofa the next, she said. Well, of course,they weren't consecutive nights, he said.

Ponekad kondomi stvarno ali stvarno spre?avaju za?e?e. Ukoliko ste lik koji ih uvek nosi sa sobom onda niko ne?e hteti sa vama da spava.

It's love this and love that, but of course it's so easy to love someone you don't know, whether it's George Clooney or Monkey. Staying civil to someone with whom you've ever shared Christmas turkey — now there's a miracle.

I've had countless conversations with or about people who are sleeping in separate bedrooms, as if sleeping in the same bed is all there is to staying married, but however bad things get, sharing a bed has never been problematic; it's the rest of life that horrifies.