Quotes About Intimacy

The more people advertise their love, the more fake it is. Why show it off to the world, when its meant to be confidential and between only the two of you. It just makes people wonder how true your love really is'

The good thing about masturbation is that you don't have to get dressed up for it.

Friendship is a pretty full-time occupation if you really are friendly with somebody. You can't have too many friends because then you're just not really friends.

Gods can easily become demons and vice versa. For example, our lover might go from being a god to being a demon and back again. When she or he is doing what we want, we experience a god. When he or she brings up our fears, we see a demon. In a dysfunctional relationship, we cling with longing to the god even though the demon is what we are usually confronted with.

Random Girl after a hookup: "Do you love me" Tucker: "I don't understand the question.

Glory had her tail curled around her talons and was holding her wings in close as wave after wave of odd colors spread through her scales. Deathbringer put one wing around her, gently, and she let him.

Ow!" he yelped, but he didn't fight her off as she twined her tail with his and wrapped her wings around him.

After a minute, she felt Rollan's hand brush against hers and their fingers intertwined again. In the misty gloom, he felt like an anchor to the real world, even more real than Jhi. Like all the rest of her might drift away, but her hand would still be there, safely wrapped in his.

I think there's a lot of things we're both doing right now that we're not supposed to," she'd pointed out, sweeping her wing around the alcove where they were hiding. "Like falling in love?" he'd asked, taking her talons in his. "Now that," she'd whispered back, "is something you're definitely, absolutely not supposed to say.

How funny it feels to know you so well when there are so many of you I'm never going to meet. I see you all the time, especially when I'm just on the edge of falling asleep.

The revolution is about relationships. Whether it is betrayal by seduction, terror, power, intimacy, or spirit, exploitation is simply no longer acceptable. We've surveyed centuries of damage, and we know better. We need to move toward a culture of mutuality and respect. We can build our relationships on the basis of our competencies, needs, and care. Men and women need to share power and privilege. All of us must commit to the nurturing of children.

Our conversations were like sex, our sex like conversation.

She carried a faint odor of cocktail sausages mingled with sweat. Like a fool I slipped my hand up the inside of her leg. I felt the roughness of her nylons.

I expect we are all jealous of the women in their past, but how much less exciting if the women had not kept the bed warm.

Human relationships are vast as deserts: they demand all daring, she seemed to suggest.

One cannot have love without ownership

Conflict is the price you pay for intimacy. Read that sentence again, and let it sink in. If you want to connect genuinely with other people, you have to risk conflict by being frank and firm in addition to gracious and loving.

Private thoughts, feelings, and moments are the currency of relationships. Give them their proper value by sharing them exclusively with the people who share your trust and love. (Goodbye Phone)

The people we've known the longest are often the people we know the least.

Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine.

The Kiss 'I saw you take his kiss!' "Tis true.' 'O modesty!' "Twas strictly kept: He thought me asleep—at least, I knew He thought I thought he thought I slept.

It was nice of her to want to believe the best about me. People tend to do that with the strangers they're fucking. If she wanted to think that apathy and independence were the same thing, good for her. Maybe she was right.

Though she's long ago come to her own conclusions – that when you get down to it, it's always fucking that matters, not talking.

All the mouths that had probed her mouth, all the hands that had seized her breasts and her belly, all the members that had been thrust into her and so perfectly provided the living proof that she was indeed prostituted, had at the same time provided the proof that she was worthy of being prostituted and had, so to speak, sanctified her.