Quotes About Intimacy

To stutter through it with you or even stop stuttering and say nothing, was so lucky and soft, better talk than mile-a-minute with anyone. After a few minutes we'd stop rattling, we'd adjust, we'd settle in, and the conversation would speed into the night.

when I think about sex, you know, I want it to feel good. Not feel good, shut up, but right. Happy, not just banging away somewhere. You know, you should not just do it to do it. You should love the guy.

I can see it, Ed, I leaned deeper into you, felt you nodding along with the sounds in the room, and your warmth signaled through to me from under your shirt, lovely strong, safe and right.

I want you to love me in particular.

You have to love the whole person, if you are truly in love.

Another gift, another secret, another time to lean in and kiss me.

No, when you love someone you spend hours and hours with them, and even the mightiest forces in the netherworld could not say whether the hours you spend increase your love or if you simply spend more hours with someone as your love increases.

This is love, and the trouble with it: it can make you embarrassed. Love is really liking someone a whole lot and not wanting to screw that up. Everybody's chewed this over. This unites us, this part of love.

I'd ruin any day, all my days, for those long nights with you, and I did.

To stop staring at you, I kept fiddling with the sugar until you stopped my hand with yours.

So she loved him. She just did, immediately and again, often and clearly, naturally and soundly and obviously and many others.

Drei deiner Finger kitzelten mich kurz, mitten am Bauch, dort, wo die Schmetterlinge leben.

Love is really liking someone a whole lot and not wanting to screw that up.

I know all these facts about you and there is no longer any use for them.

There are stories about people who have loved someone forever after laying eyes on them for a few minutes and then nevermore, but these stories have not happened to anyone we know. No, when you love someone you spend hours and hours with them, and even the mightiest forces in the netherworld could not say whether the hours you spend increase your love or if you simply spend more hours with someone as your love increases

Vulnerability is what love is about... Only when we open ourselves to the possibility of loss can we allow for the possibility of love.

I want to stop time, freeze myself at this level and never let go of her.

You don't have to share everything with everybody. Not everyone must know about all parts of you—just the parts they need to know.

The words control, technique, and performance arise from a certain illusion, that of believing that a woman is longing for "a good lay." She is longing for much more than that; she is longing for a deep connection with the totality of her being.

I don't think there's any loneliness greater than the loneliness to be found in a bad marriage. In solitary confinement, everyone knows you're lonely and feels sorry for you. In a bad marriage loneliness is your darkest secret, one you dare not even share with your spouse.

If it seems like he's going to die she'll call for me. This is how we talk. In the land of the dying, sentences go unfinished, you know how they're going to end. So

Can you feel the love tonight? You needn't look too far. Stealing through the night's uncertainties, love is where they are.

Far better than any dream girl is one of flesh and blood. One warm and caring and right before your eyes.

How do you spell love? You don't spell it. You feel it.