Quotes About Intimacy

Dímelo otra vez —pidió, insaciable. —¿Qué? —lo provocó. —Ya sabes qué. Dímelo. —Te amo. —Otra vez. Tengo que oírlo una vez más. —Te amo. —¿No te cansarás nunca de que te pida que me lo digas? —No tendrás que pedírmelo. —Ni tú a mí. Te amo.

Cerró los ojos y dejó que Eleanor siguiera. Aunque viviera mil años, no se cansaría nunca de que le tocara el pelo.

She wouldn't look at him. He couldn't help himself from looking at her.

She knew how much I needed her. And now she was teasing, playing games. I looked at her and watched her turn into a sex symbol in front of my eyes. She did not look sweet and virginal and lovely anymore. I looked at the very simple summer dress and saw breasts and belly and hips. I looked at her eyes and saw lust as naked as my own.

We turned out to be good for each other. For a stitch of time all the hard questions went away and hid in dark places.

A rocket or a bridge. That's the only way I can really describe it. If there is a river between our sleeping bodies, this is the bridge that crosses it. ... I can just fit my fist around the base without waking him. I love it so much I want to bite it.

My God, these folks don't know how to love -- that's why they love so easily.

Sex is just another form of talk, where you act the words instead of saying them.

Sex is really only touch, the closest of all touch. And it's touch we're afraid of.

There is no pain compared to that of loving a woman who makes her body accessible to one and yet who is incapable of delivering her true self -- because she does not know where to find it.

Poetry is a naked woman, a naked man, and the distance between them.

Poetry is the shortest distance between two humans.

If you can't be friends with a lover, then forget it. It's not going to work.

But everyone dreams anyway. And we-from Joseph to Daniel to Freud-have had dreams, read them, interpreted them, hidden from them, and even, on occasion, faithfully chanted them from a handwritten parchment scroll. They are an intimate part of our

We seek a metaphor for holy words that will return them to us once again as an ayfz hayim, a tree of life (Prov. 3:18). One that yields heightened self-awareness and God's Word. One that permits sustained intellectual inquiry and Scripture's holiness. One that preserves clarity, but not at the expense of mystery. One whose playfulness does not dilute piety. One whose public objectivity tolerates personal intimacy. In the spiritual code words of our generation: a holy text.

It was all about music, about getting your friends to come and see you play. I don't see that same intimacy happening very much today.

Men are afraid of virgins, but they have a cure for their own fear and the virgin's virginity.

No less romantically than Rapunzel in her tower pined for rescue did I pine for this idealized being, a kind of alternate me, a me outside of me. A shining one who would somehow at once be my familiar, my deepest intimate, and at the same time exist thrillingly apart.

Some people see their spouses as separate from them,' Megan says. 'And some people see their spouses as an extension of them, and that informs their attitude and behavior.

If you find a woman who makes you whole, do what ever it takes to get her and hold on tight.

Love is a warm brain, not a leaping heart.

If your sexual fantasies were truly of interest to others, they would no longer be fantasies.

When I meet the right girl I'll definitely have no hesitations to a relationship.

good as sex.