Quotes About Intimacy

I didn't love Jane in that swept-away sense. I didn't put her needs first or think about trying to surprise or delight her. I didn't take time out of my daily life to find that "special something" for her.

Done without love, any congress between man and woman degrades the creative intelligence that graces your humanity.

Tolstoy meant that, in order to be happy, a marriage must succeed in many different respects: sexual attraction, agreement about money, child discipline, religion, in-laws, and other vital issues.

Recreational sex is thus supposed to function as the glue holding a human couple together while they cooperate in rearing their helpless baby.

Marriage is an honorable estate and should not be used simply as an excuse for legal intercourse.

Never underestimate the capacity for romance, no matter what the circumstances.

Never underestimate the capacity for romance, no matter what the circumstance.

El mejor que he tenido nunca: eramos tan amigos que ni siquiera necesitábamos hablar cuando estabamos juntos.

The biblical picture of intimacy and love between the shepherd and the sheep is foreign to us. The oriental shepherd lived with his sheep. He slept with them out on the hillsides at night, as David must have done. He went out seeking the hundredth sheep, not satisfied with only ninety-nine in the fold.

men talk to women so they can sleep with them and women sleep with men so they can talk to them. Where does that leave us, she asked lightly. In a Zen garden. Green and yellow mosses, raked gravel. Silence.

Irene threw her arms about him and kissed him. Then she grinned and said, "Why, Danny Dunn! The water's almost light enough for me to see you blush.

What about all the passion and pizzazz?" Letty smiled up at him, her hands moving on his shoulders. "I'm really enjoying that part, Joel." Joel laughed softly in the shadows. "Passion and pizzazz are our middle names, Letty my love. We've got enough to last us for the rest of our lives.

See that's the thing about men and sex. Thinking doesn't usually enter into it - Luther That explains so much - Grace

Colby was massaging her lower back with an automatic motion. He always knew when she was hurting. She leaned into his warm palm, savoring the small comfort. "You okay, honey?" Colby asked with concern. "I'm fine. Just the usual aches and pains. I'll be so glad when this baby gets here." Colby grinned. "This from the woman who's been worrying about surviving labor pains for nearly nine months?

Look at the positive side. To a man who is going to spend his wedding night alone, I would think that a live actress running around in the buff on stage would be a lot more interesting than an inflatable, anatomically correct doll." Stark gave her a thoughtful look. "Point taken.

separating her thighs. The scent of her arousal hardened every muscle in his body. He moved his hand down her hip and then to her hot, warm core.

It struck her that she was home when she was with Harry. She wondered if he felt the same way when he was with her. She hoped he did. He needed a sense of home more than any man she had ever known.

She thought of all she had learned about Harry tonight and hugged the intimate information to herself.

So good, she said, kissing his shoulder. It's so good to be able to touch you like this. I like it that you like touching me. He captured her face in his hands and raised his head to meet her eyes. But the thought of you touching anyone else like this would drive me crazy. The only man I want to touch right now is you. That's not quite what I want to hear but we can talk about it some other time. I don't understand- Doesn't matter. Not now.

Antigone — Et serre moi. Plus fort que tu ne m'as jamais serrée. Que toute ta force s'imprime dans moi. Hémon — Là. De toute ma force.

Rare as is true love, true friendship is rarer.

Jondalar, you give me nothing but joy, nothing but pleasure. I love it when you want me, any time, any place. If you want me, there is no time I am not ready for you. I always want you. I love you.

Lola was beside him , soft and very warm, and Boris could not bring himself to utter the slightest word, his voice was dead. 'Just as though I were dumb.' It was delicious, his voice was floating at the far end of his throat, soft as cotton, and could not emerge, for it was dead.

Stephan was secretive and a liar, but he was a very gentle and expert lover. She was the petted, cherished child, the desired mistress, the worshipped, perfumed goddess. She was all these things to Stephan - or so he made her believe.