Quotes About Intimacy

Bit it was her scent that just about killed him. Clean skin. Woman. And something more—something that made him feel like dispensing with five thousand years of civilization, dragging her off to a cave somewhere, and filling her with babies.

I think you need someone in your life you can depend on, someone you can confide in when things go to hell at work, someone to massage your tired feet and your stiff shoulders, someone to bring you tea and cook a meal once in a while. Someone to be there for you.

For a moment he said nothing, then he reached over and traced a line down her cheek with his finger. When a man looks into a woman's eyes, lass, he doesna want to see the horrors he has kent written there. He wants to see joy and warmth and some measure of innocence. Tis the natural duty and desire of a man to protect his woman and children from the world's bitterness.

transition from being just friends; to get to know each other in that way

If you keep someone else's secret long enough, it becomes your own.

There's no such thing as telling someone a secret: It stops being a secret the minute it's told.

If a man we don't know phones us up one day and talks a little, makes no suggestions, says nothing special, but nevertheless pays us the kind of attention we rarely receive, we're quite capable of going to bed with him that night, feeling relatively in love. That's what we women are like, and there's nothing wrong with that - it's the nature of the female to open herself to love easily.

A iubi înseamn? s?-i dau celuilalt, cu propriul meu consim??mânt, o putere infinit? asupra mea. Cum de putusem contribui la propria mea servitute?

He didn't like the way the gown fastened at the back. He didn't mind displaying his wares, if he liked the other person and the time seemed right, but he did like the illusion at least that the act was voluntary.

If he'd learned nothing else at the Slade he'd learned that men and women could be friends, even intimate friends, without sex intruding.

privacy sacrificed without intimacy being gained.

SM is an art. Doing it well requires more than a bag full of expensive whips and exotic electrical toys, a closet full of fetish clothes, or a basement filled with bondage furniture.

I envy the tireless intimacy of women's friendship, its lastingness, and its unbendable strength.

She pronounced each word carefully, as though she was tasting fruit. The words of her poems were a most private and fragrant orchard.

The best thing about a small town is that you grow up knowing everyone. It is also the worst thing.

You're worried about your mother dying, aren't you," Leah said, putting her cheek on my forearm. "I can tell." For a moment I hesitated, but I could hear the call for intimacy in her voice, the desire for me to let her enter those grottoes where I tended my own fear of my mother's illness.

There is nothing more erotic on earth than a boy in love with the shape and touch of his mother. It is the most exquisite, most proscribed lust. It is also the most natural and damaging.

Trust is a measurement of my sense of safety with you.

I did not know, until then, that you could disappear into someone's gaze, that bone and heart and breath could melt like shadow into light, until only light was left.

Kao pobije?eni revolucionar napustila je svoje seksualne barikade. Nešto se u njoj slomilo, nježno, tiho i nevoljko, i zagnjurila je lice u udubljenje izme?u mog ramena i uha, ne opiru?i se. Bio sam veoma uznemiren njenom neobi?nom nježnoš?u i tiho sam joj pri?ao ni o ?emu naro?itom dok nije zaspala u mom naru?ju.

I stared at the changing patterns on the back of his white shirt as he moved under the trees.

You were the best thing in my life … I did love you. I do. As much as I've ever loved anyone, as much as I can. It feels like a lot – it takes up my whole heart.

You ask if I miss you. I think of your voice, your hands, and your eyes when you look straight into mine. I remember your courage that I hadn't suspected, and it gives me courage.

Carol raised her hand slowly and brushed her hair back, once on either side, and Therese smiled because the gesture was Carol, and it was Carol she loved and would always love. Oh, in a different way now, because she was a different person, and it was like meeting Carol all over again, but it was still Carol and no one else. It would be Carol, in a thousand cities, a thousand houses, in foreign lands where they would go together, in heaven and in hell.