Quotes About Intimacy

You have to be nicer to me," I said. Again he laughed. "What? I'm the King of nice. What are you talking about?" "You have to be nicer to me or... or..." "Or what?" he said. Still Lars, still charming and jokey, but with a thread of fear. It snaked in and pierced my numbness and almost broke my resolve. Almost, but not quite. "Or I have ti break up with you." I whispered What was there more to say? Nothing. So I hung up.

It wasn't that he didn't love me, because I knew he did. As for me, I loved him so much it hurt.

He leaned in and kissed her, because now that he knew he could, he planned on kissing her every chance he got.

I felt warm and happy,because the message in his eyes was,YOU'RE MINE AND I'M YOURS.

I'm going to kiss you now," I warned him, since I knew how he felt about being mushy in public.

His knuckles slid down, grazing my cheek.

Maybe being known by someone, really being known by someone, wasn't a party trick like ESP. Maybe it was about opening your heart to that person, consciously and on purpose.

I used to think that's what love was: knowing someone so well he was like a part of you.

He is my world and my world is him and without him there is no world.

Can you come here?' I say. I want to touch him before the pain is upon me, before the pain seals me into a selfish world where only I exist. He comes to me, holds my hands. "So this is it," he says. "In a couple of hours we'll be parents.

I love you as only a lover can. Less depressed, less obsessed, I am better than ever able to love your hair, which has blond lights in it, and your remarkable eyes, the blue of my Nana's chipped china. I love the smell of your skin, impossible to describe except to say it's a confluence of many pungent things, and I love your chest with the disks of your nipples, and your thighs striated with sweat, and your back and your breath while you are above me.

Mama!" a little boy squealed. "Take me closer!

They were close enough that he could feel the hurried beat of her heart. He could feel Charlotte's indecision in every word she didn't say and every move she didn't make. She was tense with uncertainty, quivering with irresolution. She might not be leaning into him, but she wasn't pulling away, either.

Love doesn't attack; it infiltrates.

Connection types have gone into freeze in order to survive. They are sensitive organisms whose capacity for intimacy and independence are greatly limited.

I would have rather felt you round my throat, Crushing out life, than waving me farewell!

I woke raging with desire for you…

There are worse occupations in this world than feeling a woman's pulse.

She closed Dan's door and walked down the hall to her room. He makes a good boyfriend, she repeated to herself. What the hell was that suppose to mean? She didn't just want a good boyfriend. She wanted that thing Gustav Klimt had captured so perfectly in The Kiss. That radiant, electric, hold-me-tight-so-I don't-fall-from-up-here-in-the-sky feeling of being in love. Well, don't we all, sweetie?

That's the problem with best friends. Sometimes they know you better than you know yourself.

Oni oduzimaju dah jedno drugome" bilo bi najpribližnije, ali pošto njega ve? znamo, a nju ne o?ekujemo ovde, ne?emo sa time oti?i daleko. Oni se dobro znaju, to je jasno. Ono što niko ne može da vidi jesu krila koja on crta iza nje, krila an?ela koga nikada ne?e zboraviti.

It was I who was conquered. In just seven nights, that fledgling goddess not only discovered that I had a heart, but she stole it forever, then cradled it in the palm of her hand.

Every time she kissed him, every time he opened his arms and she crawled into them, felt like a miracle. Coming to her made him feel perfectly welcomed, perfectly at home, as he had never in his life felt before.

The occasional embrace, a head leaned for just a moment on your shoulder, when what you really wanted more than anything was to press them to you and hold them so tight you fused together and could never be taken apart. It was like training yourself to live on the smell of an apple alone, when what you really wanted was to devour it, to sink your teeth into it and consume it, seeds, core, and all.