Quotes About Intimacy

There was an ease between them that, Moody was sure, could only come from being intimately comfortable with another person's body.

Mia was affectionate but never effusive; Pearl had never seen her mother embrace anyone other than her.

Sex changed things, she realized-not just between you and the other person, but between you and everyone.

But she herself had never felt that way about anyone, not as a teenager, not in art school, not since. It occurred to her that except for her brother, when they were children, she'd never seen a man naked. More than that: she'd never touched anyone and felt that warmth, that electric tension at the nearness of someone else. The only thing that had given her that feeling had been art—and then, of course, Pearl.

but there had also been an intense comfort in being close together, like small animals sheltered deep in their den.

She replaces the phone number on the board, her damp fingers smudging the ink so that the digits blur as if in a strong wind, or underwater.

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.

To the others it was just another photo, but to them it was unbearably intimate, like catching a glimpse of your own naked body in a mirror.

At any given moment—every moment he could arrange, in fact—he was there with Pearl, in the booth at the diner, in the fork of a tree, watching her big eyes drink in everything around them as if she were ferociously thirsty.

when Marilyn had leaned over his desk and kissed him, this beautiful honey-haired girl, when she came into his arms and then into his bed, James could not quite believe it. The first afternoon they'd spent together, in his tiny whitewashed studio apartment, he marveled at how her body fit so perfectly against his: her nose nestled exactly into the hollow between his collarbones; her cheek curved to match the side of his neck. As if they were two halves of a mold.

everything was saturated with sex; everywhere it oozed out, like dirty honey.

As he began to speak, her cheeks went hot, as if she'd stepped into summer sun.

The occasional embrace, a head lean, 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 fuse together and could never be taken apart.

More than once she'd seen Pearl lean over carelessly to fix Moody's collar; just the other day, she'd seen Moody reach out to pluck a wayward leaf from Pearl's hair with such tenderness that she could call it nothing other than love.

A cama cheira a sono da irmã: um odor caloroso e almiscarado e marcante - como o de um animal selvagem - que surgia apenas quando ela estava a dormir profundamente.

He wanted to twine himself in the tiny curlicues of her handwriting.

She suggested we 'crouch' buck nekkid on the bed or a dresser and leap out at him from the shadows. Now, my husband can't see all that well in the dark. I think if he comes into a darkened bedroom and finds 140 pounds of cellulite hurtling through space at him, he's going to run like the devil.

D?? dünyayla münasebetlerim bir fahi?eninkine benziyordu. Hissetmeden veriyordum kendimi. Ya?amadan veriyordum.

Tu seras aimé le jour où tu pourras montrer tes faiblesses sans que l'autre s'en serve pour augmenter sa force.

What we desire is not to possess a woman, but to be the only one to possess her.

Vermek bir tutku, neredeyse bir kusurdur. Kendisine bir ?eyler verebilece?imiz bir kimsemiz olmas? gerekir.

Kako imati poverenja u jednu osobu koja se ne usu?uje da ti poveri ceo život, sve svoje dane i sve svoje no?i?

Your significant other, or 'sother'.

And perhaps most I loved this about her, her helpless way, love it still, how she can't hide a single thing, that she looks hurt when she is hurt, seems happy when happy. That I know at every moment the precise place where she stands. What else can move a man like me, who would find nothing as siren or comforting?