Quotes About Intimacy

It's the last frontier to conquer, other people, strangers, the jungle of their arms and legs, hair and skin, the smells and moans that is everybody you haven't done. The great unknowns. The last forest to devastate. Here's everything you've only imagined.

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

Ti rivelo un piccolo segreto da donne: il motivo per cui una ragazza al primo appuntamento preferisce andare a cena, è perché così capisce com'è che lui la scoperà. Uno zoticone che si ingozza, senza mai soffermarsi su quello che mangia, be'... con uno così a letto non ci vai.

Through people locked together crotch to crotch, face to face, crotch to face, crotch to ass, and ass to face, I dig a pit.

A condom is the glass slipper of our generation.

To mezi námi není ani tak láska, jako spíÅ¡ sdílená citová invalidita.

Jimmy's skin smelled like paint. So much so that when she'd wrap her hand around his dick and jerk it up and down – like shaking a can of spray paint – she'd half expect to hear something rattle inside.

Her voice makes me think of her mouth makes me think of her breath makes me think of her breast.

Její hlas mÄ› pÃ…â"¢imÄ›je myslet na její ústa mÄ› pÃ…â"¢imÄ›jí myslet na její dech mÄ› pÃ…â"¢imÄ›je myslet na její prsy.

Un'altra cosa è che non importa quanto tu possa amare una persona: ti tirerai indietro quando il suo sangue ti scorre troppo vicino.

Palci mi stahuje kalhoty pÃ…â"¢es boky a Ã…â"¢íká: Chci, abys do mÄ› vložil víru.

Das Quietschen von Bettfedern, das Klatschen von Haut auf nackter Haut, das alles war ein biologisches Versprechen, dauerhafter als jedes Ja-Wort.

In der Mitte des Romans angelangt kam ich zu dem Schluss, dass das, was zwei Leute einander nicht sagen, ein stärkeres Band zwischen ihnen schmiedet als Aufrichtigkeit.

Here's a single girl's secret. The reason you eat dinner with a man on a first date is so you know how he's going to fuck you. A slob who gobbles down the meal, never looks at a bite, you know not to crawl into bed with that guy.

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. The condom, I mean. Not thestranger.

Just because it's anal intercourse doesn't mean it's not love.

I tell Marla about the woman in Dear Abby who married a handsome successful mortician and on their wedding night, he made her soak in a tub of ice water until her skin was freezing to the touch, and then he made her lie in bed completely still while he had intercourse with her cold inert body. The funny thing is this woman had done this as a newlywed, and gone on to do it for the next ten years of marriage and now she was writing to Dear Abby to ask if Abby thought it meant something.

Bir diÄŸer mesele de birini ne kadar sevdiÄŸinizi düÅŸünürseniz düÅŸünün, akan kan? size çok yaklaÅŸt???nda geri çekileceÄŸinizdir.

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

After Tyler and Marla had sex about ten times, Tyler says, Marla said she wanted to get pregnant. Marla said she wanted to have Tyler's abortion.

She gets on her tippy-toes and kisses him. Long, slow, deep. The kind of kiss where you can feel little pieces of your soul trading places as mouths open and breath mingles.

Nothing except the desire between them, the ground below them, the night above.

HELLO. I AM ENJOYING THIS HUG, TOO. HUG HUG HUG. A HUG IS LIKE VIOLENCE MADE OF LOVE.

Thus nature has no love for solitude, and always leans, as it were, on some support; and the sweetest support is found in the most intimate friendship.