Quotes About Intimacy

Apartheid has fallen, see, we die right next to each other now, in intimate proximity. It's just the living part we still have to work out.

It is not presumptuous to ask, 'What is it that you see in me that brings you delight?

Love is a private thing. The world does not need to know.

Please accept this humble fax. My love for you is without wax.

Vittoria slipped off her robe. 'You've never been to bed with a yoga master, have you?

Love is a private thing; the world does not need to know every detail.

Snooping data was a lot like having indiscriminate sex—protection or no protection, sooner or later you caught something.

As mysterious as the part of himself that was chosen and loved by her, the part of himself that was there only when they were together.

As most of us have intuitively learned, sexuality best serves our spiritual evolution within a single, committed relationship.

dogs or cats, 90 Day Fiancé or Selling Sunset. But they can't pause for a moment to ask themselves if this otherwise lovely person they're dating fucks them the way they like to be fucked, and fucks them as often as they'd like to be fucked, because that would make them shallow, sex-obsessed perverts.

Her head was on my shoulder and her breathing was so deep and regular that I thought her to be asleep. I was almost asleep myself when her warm hand slid up my leg and lightly cupped me. I was startled even as I began to stir and stiffen. Siri whispered an answer to my unasked question. "No, Merin, one is never really too old. At least not too old to want the warmth and closeness. You decide, my love. I will be content either way." I

To see and feel one's beloved naked for the first time is one of life's pure, irreducible epiphanies. If there is a true religion in the universe, it must include that truth of contact or be forever hollow.

But love...of whom? I say at last. Of what? What great passion would forestall death? Her graceful eyebrow arches, You do not know? You, a poet? I do not know. I say as much. She leans forward so that I can hear the rustle of her starched cotton blouse and silk beneath. Our faces are so close that I can feel the warmth from her skin. Then you need more time to learn, she whispers, her voice as filled with emotion as when she cried out last night.

Colonel Kassad stepped closer and laid long fingers on the poet's shoulder. For a few seconds the room seemed warmed by the mere fact of human contact.

Having sex or a domestic quarrel with the house monitors on is like undressing in front of a dog or cat Ã¢â'¬Â¦ it gives you pause the first time, and then you forget about it.

To see and feel one's beloved naked for the first time is one of life's pure, irreducible epiphanies. If there is a true religion in the universe, it must include that truth of contact or be forever hollow.

El amor es solo lujuria mal escrita, habría dicho Quirón

Third things are essential to marriages, objects or practices or habits or arts or institutions or games or human beings that provide a site of joint rapture or contentment. Each member of a couple is separate; the two come together in double attention. Lovemaking is not a third thing but two-in-one. John Keats can be a third thing, or the Boston Symphony Orchestra, or Dutch interiors, or Monopoly.

They stay like this, two bodies so at home with each other that it is as if each of them had grown and shifted to accommodate the other's shape over the years, like two grafted trees.

told me his heart was so full he could say no more to me.

This harkens back to Freud's famous question, "What does woman want?" As Epstein answers, "She wants a partner who cares what she wants.

It's the most important relationships in your life, the people you see day in and day out, that seem to be crucial for your health. And the more significant the relationship is in your life, the more it matters for your health."43

Friends can make you feel that the world is smaller and less sneaky than it really is.

I waited just to see you at that kind of peace, I wanted to be beside you, I wanted you to wake up slowly or startle, or just half awaken and turn over or murmur my name. I wanted to watch you forever, or sleep beside you forever, or sleep forever while you woke and watched me, something forever anyway. I wanted to kiss you, rumple your hair, rest three fingertips on your hip bone warm and smooth, wake you that way or hush you back to sleep.