Quotes About Intimacy

Then, putting his palm on top of my head, like a warm hat, he whispered, "Pay attention. Be a person for whom love is not lost.

For sure they didn't share sips from the same cup, give each other cheer-up hugs, or swear to keep real important things secret, which are all things that are done by a real 100 percent for real friend.

I hurt with you. I bled with you - not only because we're bonded but because of the love I have for you. -- Eric Northman

The sweetest part of being a couple is sharing your life with someone else. But my life, evidently, had not been good enough to share.

I hurt with you. I bled with you - not only because we're bonded but because of the love I have for you. -- Eric Northman

Eric was holding my hands, and I was digging my nails into him like we were doing something else. He won't mind, I though, as I realized I'd drawn blood. And sure enough, he didn't. "Let go," he advised me, and I loosened my grip on his hands. "No, not of me," he said smiling. "You can hold on to me as long as you want.

Intimacy" Even in the dark I think of you— That these shadows have made me long for your touch. Might that I wrap myself in the soft, white blanket of your skin, your words tumbling tenderly into my ear. And yet as I pause to consider the gentleness within your voice I realize it is only the sound of my heart—trembling To be next to you.

Apricot in Red Wine" for Alicia She lay wrapped in a soft-white blanket, imagining how warm it would be–her back against his chest, their bodies curved around each other. She has this addicting idea that his thumbs will fit perfectly into the groove of her hips–his breath on her neck. Leading him by the hand to her bedroom, she silently lets him undress her, promising to be quiet, to be quiet enough that no one will hear Her naked soul

A sweetheart is a bottle of wine, a wife is a wine bottle.

To say the word Romanticism is to say modern art -- that is, intimacy, spirituality, color, aspiration towards the infinite, expressed by every means available to the arts.

The act of love strongly resembles torture or surgery.

What is annoying in love, is that it is a crime in which one cannot do without an accomplice.

There are women who inspire you with the desire to conquer them and to take your pleasure of them; but this one fills you only with the desire to die slowly beneath her gaze.

You fall in love with someone not because he's nice to you or can read your mind but because, when he kisses you, your knees weaken, or because you can't stop looking at his skin or at the way his legs, inside his jeans, shape the fabric.

Is there anything more restorative than the act of one person reading a beloved book to another person, also beloved? Slowly, I returned to my senses.

and behind them the quivering mucosity of her tongue.

Gurov, discovers that the most important features of life that you want to talk about cannot be spoken of in polite society.

In truth, there are only two realities: the one for people who are in love or love each other, and the one for people who are standing outside all that.

There's nothing to talk about to strangers anymore, if you know what I mean. Everything I want to say, I say to her.

A woman has to have something on or there's nothing to take off.

Sex can sometimes become the most horrible of tasks.

I will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.

Eliza sitting naked on a pink towel. So beautiful I could die. Concentrating, all focused in on her sketchbook, but aw, god ...her tail. Her cute little tail moving slowly back and forth, making a fan shape in the dirt. She's the one. She really is. I know that now.

Tu cuerpo desnudo debería pertenecer sólo a aquel que se enamore de tu alma desnuda