Quotes About Intimacy

Sétáljunk tova ketten a többitÅ'l; Most együtt vagyunk szemtÅ'l-szembe, hagyd abba a ceremóniát, Jer! tedd meg nekem, amit még nem tettél meg senkinek – Mondd el nekem az egész történetet, Mondd el nekem, amit nem mondanál el fivérednek, feleségednek, férjednek, vagy az orvosodnak.

Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat, Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not even the best, Only the lull I like, the hum of your valvèd voice.

Poseo hilos conductores rapidísimos, ya esté quieto o en marcha. tentáculos que se apoderan de todas las cosas y las llevan intactas a través de mi ser. Cuando rozo, palpo o siento con mis dedos, soy feliz. Y tocar otro cuerpo es algo que apenas puedo resistir.

Camerado, this is no book, Who touches this touches a man, (Is it night? are we here together alone?) It is I you hold and who holds you, I spring from the pages into your arms...

Te vagy az, akit gyakran és csendben fölkeresek, hogy veled lehessek, Amikor veled sétálok, vagy melletted ülök, vagy együtt maradok veled ugyanabban a szobában, Keveset tudsz arról a finom, elektromos t?zrÅ'l, ami a te kedvedért játszik bennem.

For the one I love most lay sleeping by me under the same cover in the cool night, In the stillness in the autumn moonbeams his face was inclined toward me, And his arm lay lightly around my breast - and that night I was happy

We do not always proclaim loudly the most important thing we have to say. Nor do we always privately share it with those closest to us, our intimate friends, those who have been most devotedly ready to receive our confession.

O bliss of the collector, bliss of the man of leisure! Of no one has less been expected and no one has had a greater sense of well-being than... a collector. Ownership is the most intimate relationship one can have to objects. No t that they come alive in him; it is he who comes alive in them.

For inside him there are spirits, or at least little genii, which have seen to it that for a collector - and I mean a real collector, a collector as he ought to be - ownership is the most intimate relationship that one can have to objects. Not that they come alive in him; it is he who lives in them.

Bir insan? ancak onu ümitsizce seven tan?r.

Simply handing over your iPod to a friend, your blind date, or the total stranger sitting next to you on the plane opens you up like a book. (Steven Levy)

If there is no love, what then?

Jobs put his hand on Ellison's left shoulder, pulled him so close that their noses almost touched, and said, Larry, this is why it's really important that I'm your friend. You don't need any more money.

There is one note on the page that seems disconnected from everything else. It is a recipe for making blond-brown hair dye: "To make hair tawny, take nuts and boil them in lye and immerse the comb in it, then comb the hair and let it dry in the sun." This may have been a notation in preparation for a court pageant. But it is more likely, I think, that the recipe is a rare intimate jotting. Leonardo was deep into his thirties by now. Perhaps he was resisting going gray.

Despite a few childhood squabbles, Maja was to become her brother's most intimate soul mate.

If you would keep your secret from an enemy, tell it not to a friend.

Una sola alma dirige dos cuerpos —añadió—, y una sola alma los alimenta.

Other people's devotions embarrassed me, perhaps because, like other people's kisses, they rarely looked genuine when viewed too closely.

Tasks . . . she'd been putting off, she suddenly dove into, such as talking to Joel about sex. Instead of teaching him as she'd taught me — with the help of college nursing texts that made the sexual organs look like plants — she use the new Penthouse .

Mrs. Turner gripped my baby finger. It's amazing how a man can feel sex anywhere on his body.

It's a disheartening feeling when you can't stand the touch of someone but neither can you push them away.

spent together in the same bed and still managing to keep separate and remote.

Her name was Alana Ash, and she was everything a happily married man could want in a prostitute.

Hi,' Winifred Minette said to her husband. Socrates imagined all of the sweet knowledge buried in her hello. It made him happy.