Quotes About Intimacy

To love someone. What does it mean?" "To be at the same level of sensitivity."

They are tired of each other already. Either that, I think, or they're going to go fuck after this. I have many different and somewhat contradictory ideas of how adult seduction works.

But her soft lips were upon his, drinking his living breath, and he was now gasping in divine madness, pressing his mouth over hers like a drowning man, breathing through her. . . . "That

Soon, both his hands held her face between them, tilting her head back so that she felt as though she was swooning into the floor, into the ground, into the earth itself, while he opened her, consumed her from above and from the inside, and her gaze was turned heavenward, and he was the dome of her sky, its entirety. . . . They

Some kisses are gentle and simply social; no more than a greeting, a brush on the cheek. Some exist only as a prelude to other activities. But our first kiss had a life and a meaning of its own. I felt that it marked the beginning of something important.

When a truly mature man has sex with a woman it is the same with him as if he had lunch with her. Afterward he casually remarks to the woman, "That was very nice"---while referring to either the sex or the salad.

The beginning of trust has to be an in-person contact.

Together? " Rose asked. "Are we -- together ?" He took one of her hands--it seemed so small and fragile in his own large, rough hand. Her porcelain skin looked even paler against his. " Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I knew that I had to make you my woman , It was a feeling that was stronger than anything I have ever known before, and I am a man who goes after what he wants." He pulled her close to him and let his gaze meet hers, as he added, " And, my Wild Rose , I want you.

What ? " Rose whispered. Her heart skipped a beat. " Did you just say l-love ?" He chuckled. " Love," he repeated. " I know enough to be certain what that word means in your language." Rose smiled as their gazes locked. " Yes, and it also means that we will find a way to be together--no matter what it takes." " I love you , Wild Rose," White Owl said hoarsely before he stole away her breath with another intoxicating kiss.

In the afternoon, they stopped to eat on a rocky outcrop. Perry brushed a kiss on her cheek while she was chewing, and she learned that it was the loveliest thing to be kissed for no reason, even while chewing food. It brightened the woods, and the never sky, and everything.

You nearly died today,' he says. 'I almost shot you. Why didn't you shoot me, Tris?' 'I couldn't do that,' I say. 'It would have been like shooting myself.' He looks pained and leans closer to me, so his lips brush mine when he speaks.

He turns toward me. I want to touch him, but I'm afraid of his bareness; afraid that he will make me bare too. 'Is this scaring you, Tris?' 'No,' I croak. I clear my throat. 'Not really. I'm only…afraid of what I want.' 'What do you want?' Then his face tightens. 'Me?' Slowly I nod.

Are you asking me to undress, Tris?' A nervous laugh gurgles from my throat. 'Only ... partially

We are not people who touch each other carelessly; every point of contact between us feels important, a rush of energy and relief.

I fell in love with him. But I don't just stay with him by default as if there's no one else available to me. I stay with him because I choose to, every day that I wake up, every day that we fight or lie to each other or disappoint each other. I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.

His fingers slide into my hair, and I hold on to his arms to stay steady as we press together like two blades at a stalemate. He is stronger than anyone I know, and warmer than anyone else realizes; he is a secret that I have kept, and will keep for the rest of my life.

He slides his hand over my cheek, one finger anchored behind my ear. Then he tilts his head down and kisses me, sending a warm ache through my body. I wrap my hands around his arm, holding him there as long as I can. When he touches me, the hollowed-out feeling in my chest and stomach is not as noticeable.

But when I do feel all the strength go out of me, and I fall to my knees beside the table and I think I cry, then, or at least I want to, and everything inside me screams for just one more kiss, one more word, one more glance, one more.

Then I realize what it is. It's him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames.

I love you, yes, oh Shivering One!

You are the calling of lovers, the signals that silently appeal to one another in the dark. Sky with rubbed out stars, you give yourself, like a warm field, to these noiseless wings.

Pero otro día toco tu mano. Mano tibia... Tu delicada mano silente. A veces cierro mis ojos y toco leve tu mano, leve toque que comprueba su forma, que tienta su estructura, sintiendo bajo la piel alada el duro hueso insobornable, el triste hueso adonde no llega nunca el amor. Oh carne dulce, que sí empapa del amor hermoso.

Marriage always demands the greatest understanding of the art of insincerity possible between two human beings.

Neither ventured on that fragile word--love. Together they glided into the vortex of their night of love. They went from an embrace to whispered talk, from whispering to sleep and dreams, from dreams to more embraces. These two had come together from the ends of the world to meet for a few hours in the hotel bed of Room No. 68 where so many had slept before them ...