Quotes About Intimacy

I don't know the words for how she looked at me -- there are few words -- it was a welling up, a rising, a lifting up on the surface from the water; it was the sort of thing that could not be told.

His face had softened: as if just being a moment with her had relaxed him, allowed him to be someone different. I guess this is what marriage is, or was, or could be. You drop the mask. You allow the fatigue in. You lean across and kiss the years because they're the things that matter.

It struck him early on that people were afraid of the enemy because they were terrified that their lives might get diluted, that they might lose themselves in the tangle of knowing each other.

My head against his shoulder, he laughs as if the laughter wants to travel a good distance, down through my body also.

estuvimos paseando juntos dos horas, la mayor parte del tiempo sin hablar, como corresponde entre dos hombres que se conocen íntimamente.

I want you cool and regal, earthy and impertinent, spoiling for a fight and abashed at your own temper. I want you flushed with exertion and rosy with sleep. I want you teasing and provocative, somber and thoughtful. I want every emotion, every mood, every year in a lifetime to come. I want you beside me, to encourage and argue with me, to help me and let me help you. I want to be your champion and lover, your mentor and student.

Love shouldn't be comfortable.

Because every time you said my name, it would touch your lips." His voice lost its hard edge, grew as dark and smoky as his gaze. "Like a kiss.

Come on, Avery. Fresh tears stained her cheeks. Her voice shook. Wake up, damn it! She sobbed, rocking forward and back, her arms wrapping tightly around his big body. Don't you want to shout at me for disobeying you, you overbearing, domineering male? She squeezed her eyes shut and bit hard on her lip. He couldn't die. He was too stubborn, too alive, too vigorous. And she couldn't lose him. She loved him too much. I… am a… gentleman, she heard him gasp. I never shout at women.

Foolish Lily, he said. Don't you know why I haven't touched you? Didn't you guess that once you were in my arms I would never let you go?

She watched him a while longer and then shut her eyes again. And even though she knew her hand was tucked beneath her cheek and he was on the far side of the room, the instant she closed her eyes he was there beside her again, his hands crossed on his chest and her hand held tightly under them, pressed safely against his heart. Who

what the hell is 'emotional bonding,' anyway? It sounds like something out of Fifty Shades of Grey.

What would you do if I died? If you died I would want to die too. So you could be with me? Yes. So I could be with you. Okay.

When he went back to the fire he knelt and smoothed her hair as she slept and he said if he were God he would have made the world just so and no different.

They lay listening. Can you do it? When the time comes? When the time comes there will be no time. Now is the time. Curse God and die. What if it doesn't fire? It has to fire. What if it doesn't fire? Could you crush that beloved skull with a rock? Is there such a being within you of which you know nothing? Can there be? Hold him in your arms. Just so. The soul is quick. Pull him toward you. Kiss him. Quickly.

I know all the people I want to know.

Él le cogió la mano y cruzaron la calle hasta el hotel. Intentó leerle el corazón en el apretón de su mano, pero no adivinó nada.

Life is being in bed with you. Everything else is just waiting.

People will tell a stranger on a bus what they wont tell their spouse.

From thinking about your sweet face between my legs.

each the other's world entire.

Her eyes above the shoulder of her partner swept across him where he stood.

She brings back these costumes and you have to wear them. Most recently we were dressed as rabbits. The odd thing is that she would really get into it. We'd have sex in these rabbit suits and she would squeal and stamp her feet.

That's why love is so inseparable from any talk about truth and death, because we know that love is fundamentally a death of an old self that was isolated and the emergence of a new self now entangled with another self, the self that you fall in love with.