Quotes About Intimacy

friend. To have only the heat without the warmth? It would do, and does, but only just.

for him, and especially

He grabbed her hands, yanked them to his lips, then laughed down at her. "You'll be mine, and I'll be yours. That's what I want." She laid her cheek on his heart. Love, she thought, given freely, taken willingly. There was no stronger magick. "It's what I want," she murmured, then smiled when she heard Alastar

She reached out, found Eli's hand, brought it to her lips in a gesture Sophia had never seen her make

Don't say anything. Just let me look at you. He cupped her face, skimmed his hands back into her hair. Her skin was chilled, her eyes huge and full of worry. But she was here, she was whole. Just let me look. I'm fine. He drew her close, seemed to fold himself around her and rock. Sophia?

It's hard to position a movement when the territory is so intimate. Men, after all, can't exactly gather on the White House lawn and demonstrate for their right to cry in public or claim their lost fathers' love. These, it would seem, are matters for the therapist's couch. Private matters.

You can love completely without complete understanding.

It is those that we live with and love and should know who elude us.

It is a strange and wonderful and somewhat embarrassing feeling to hold someone in your arms who is trying to detach you from the earth and you aren't good enough to follow her.

She was one of the most beautiful dancers I've ever seen. She made her partner feel as if he were about to be left behind, or already had been. It is a strange and wonderful and somewhat embarrassing feeling to hold someone in your arms who is trying to detach you from the earth and you aren't good enough to follow her.

What's domesticity? Breakfast in bed? The cuckold going to shoot his wife? Does one inevitably lead to the other? I'm asking because there are no rules anymore and I don't want to end up fucked up. I don't want to destroy anyone through my love. But I don't want to end up chasing intimacy from strangers either.

I wonder if it is the same for women, whether women always feel this pain when they are fucked? Or is it only in sodomy that pain and pleasure are so linked, so inextricable?

Do you understand? Do you see the forest through the trees? Do you not see what I am no longer not saying to you? If so—congratulations! Prepare to have sex constantly.

The year you spent 'killing yourself' to make me love you…I thought that was us being best friends. We had all those intimate conversations and you sent me all those long e-mails and we watched all those movies involving Eric Stoltz—I thought that was us having fun. But you see that kind of behavior as the work you're forced to do in order to sleep with the people you want to sleep with.

Mass media has convinced us to think that silence is only supposed to happen as a manifestation of supreme actualization, where both parties are so at peace with their emotional connection that it cannot be expressed through the rudimentary tools of the lexicon; otherwise, silence is proof that the magic is gone and the relationship is over (hence the phrase "We just don't talk anymore").

Your heart is my piñata.

I thought we were a real love relationship. I did. I was very invested in love, but it was just this long long sex thing that could end at any moment because after all, it's just about getting off. Almost all the time, you tell yourself you're loving somebody when you're just using them. This only looks like love.

You know, the condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip it on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night, then you throw it away.

Sex pretty much cures everything.

The most boring thing in the entire world is nudity. The second most boring thing is honesty.

There are a lot of things we don't want to know about the people we love.

If it comes down to a choice between being unloved and being vulnerable and sensitive and emotional, then you can just keep your love.

The magic of sex is it's acquisition without the burden of possession. No matter how many women you take home, there's never a storage problem.

Everybody looks a little crazy if you're looking close enough and if you can't look that close, then you don't really love them.