Quotes About Intimacy

There's nothing like sweating it up in a small club, with your fans right in your face.

You want someone you can sit with in sweats, plus go out with. You want them to have a lot of best friend qualities, but you want to make sure that you have the spice and passion that you wouldn't have with your best friend. You want the relationship to be one step beyond that.

You need more than a year to grow on somebody, and it's very intimate being invited into people's homes every day. Once that trust is built, then you're like that old friend. That's the sweet spot.

It's a very sweet and often problematic situation where people feel like they know me and they're concerned for me. It creates these strange little intimate moments.

My sweetheart is to me more than a coined hemisphere.

What does kissing really mean to me? To me, if you feel, when you kiss a girl, that certain feeling of all those dolphins, like, swimming through your blood stream, and you get those good tingles inside your stomach, I don't think there's any better feeling.

I'm an awfully loyal friend. Once I've started a relationship with someone, it's like they are syrup and I'm a pancake. Their syrup gets into my pancake, so to speak.

Love is when you like someone so much that you can't just call it "like," so you have to call it "love.

It is, actually," Sherm said, looking her straight in the eyes, the way he had during the intruder drill. "Best thing ever.

Sex can look like love if you don't know what love looks like.

Just how difficult it is to write biography can be reckoned by anybody who sits down and considers just how many people know they real truth about his or her love affairs.

Nothing we can do together is ever going to be embarrassing.

She relaxed against him. "I need to sleep." "Good idea. Too bad we have to move to get under the covers." "And maybe put on some pants and a bra in case someone comes in." "I don't need a bra." "Funny.

I never did thank you for saving my life," she whispered. "Leaving you there would have been like my own death," he answered in a rough voice.

You can feel yourself falling in love, not out of it.

So what is love? It's an unbuttoning of the self. Not an unbuttoning of the clothing covering your sexy self, but the reassurance that, without any camouflage, cover-ups or compromise, you're safe. You're in the presence of another person who would rather be with you than with anyone else.

It's hard to talk about love because most of the time, we have no idea what we're talking about. We mutter; we fumble; we blush; we purchase plush toys. None of it makes sense.

Graham turned to face her. "Never be afraid to talk to me.

Ignoring the boy following them, Graham said, "I hope your trip home was pleasant, even if it was alone." "You shouldn't have gotten me a private car. That was excessive." "I was hoping to make up for my absence. Did it?" Her cheeks warmed as she ducked her head. "No. I still would've rather had you." "Oh, love, that's the nicest thing--" He pecked a kiss on her cheek so quickly, she couldn't quite believe it had happened.

She belonged to him. How could she sit within arm's reach—in his grasp, even—and allow another man to call her lovey? Molly knew better. He

But he could see only two ways past his fear of loving Beth—drawing closer or pulling away, and neither was tenable.

Family life is too intimate to be preserved by the spirit of justice. It can be sustained by a spirit of love which goes beyond justice.

Cause when I looked into your eyes, and you dared to stare right back, you should of said, Nice to meet you, I'm your other half

Is there anything more intimate or more internal than pain?