Quotes About Intimacy

The romantic embrace can only be compared with music and with prayer.

The omnipresent process of sex, as it is woven into the whole texture of our man's or woman's body, is the pattern of all the process of our life.

There is a very intimate connection between hypnotic phenomena and religion.

In the early days of Christianity the exercise of chastity was frequently combined with a close and romantic intimacy of affection between the sexes which shocked austere moralists.

The sexual embrace can only be compared with music and with prayer.

Let's get naked and while we're at it work our damnedest.

more precious than ever. And Mama and Claude acted like randy

after a kiss you can find yourself in that deserted place where even if it's not leading to anything, you and the other person have both admitted some thing that tugs at the friendship, pulling it out of shape.

i was thinking that i'd like to try kissing you, joshua reed said.

it was that voice. his voice. the voice that wrapped around you like a warm day.

What's kissing like?" "Mmm-like dancing,actually." Bramble pushed her prridge to Ivy and grinned. "You know, the part after a spin, when the room turns about you. What do you think, Clover?" Clover shook her golden head. "I think it more..when the gentleman catches you in his arms, that warm feeling that makes your toes sort of curl." Bramble's face twisted. "No..that's not right. Well, dash it, if we knew more dances-

Humans no longer eat merely to satisfy energetic requirements, any more than we have sex just to make babies.

If he can't kiss you like this, Kiernan, don't marry him.

If he can't kiss you like that, sweetheart, don't marry him.

Say it, Christa! Dammit, was I imagining things, or did you say that you loved me?" "I—" She paused. "I said it!" she whispered. "And you meant it?" She lowered her gaze and then her head. "I meant it.

She should have been scandalized and horrified that he had kissed her so, touched her so, but she wasn't. It was simply what came between the two of them. There had been something just and sweet and right about it, and she refused to be ashamed of it.

Christa, you're my wife. Why won't you give in to me?" "I don't know what you're talking about." He rose up on an elbow. "Yes, you do. You're flesh and blood, and you're very much a woman. And you're doing your damned best to deny me." "I didn't deny you anything," she said. "You did, and you know it.

How are you feeling?" he asked her. "Fine," she said curtly. "No more sickness?" "No." "You can still barely tell," he murmured. "Except that your breasts are larger." Christa swung around. "You are outrageous!" she charged him. He grinned, boyish and very appealing at that moment in his trousers and nothing more.

Well, I have come back, angel. And I'm very anxious to pick up right where I left off. Let's see, where was that? Your bedroom, I believe. Ah, that's right. Your bed. And let's see, just how were we situated?

I couldn't just love someone and be loved back. That was too easy. That didn't feel right. I was more familiar with dissatisfaction.

Face-to-face, real-time connection to others feels fraught and awkward compared to the safe distance of digital communication. We maintain intimate virtual contact with strangers but seem increasingly isolated from our closest friends and family members.

It takes work sometimes, to love the people you trust, and to trust the people you love.

Marriage can't always be about living your best lives in sync. Because some of the peak moments of a marriage are when you share in your insecurities, your anxieties, your fears, and your longing.

As the dark sets in deep within my spark of heart favours yours.