Quotes About Intimacy

She (Annabeth) put her hand on my spine, and my skin tingled. I (Percy) moved her fingers to the one spot that grounded me to my mortal life. A thousand volts of electricity seemed to arc through my body.

He also didn't mind Piper's using him for a pillow. She had a cute way of breathing when she slept - inhaling through the nose, exhaling with a little puff through the mouth. He was also disappointed when she woke up.

So I took her hand, and I don't know what everybody else heard, but to me it sounded like a slow dance: a little sad, but maybe a little hopeful, too.

Annabeth's hand slipped into mine. Under different circumstances I would've been embarrassed, but here in the dark I was glad to know where she was. It was about the only thing I was sure of.

William Andrew Solace," Nico said, "do you have something to confess?

Annabeth pressed her lips to Percy's ear. I love you. She wasn't sure he could hear her -but if they were going to die she wanted those to be her last words.

Pretentiousness repels but authenticity attracts, and vulnerability is the pathway to intimacy.

You are as close to God as you choose to be.

This is what God wants most from you: a relationship!

POINT TO PONDER: I'm as close to God as I choose to be.

It's encouraging to know that all of God's closest friends — Moses, David, Abraham, Job, and others — had bouts with doubt. But instead of masking their misgivings with pious clichés, they candidly voiced them openly and publicly. Expressing doubt is sometimes the first step toward the next level of intimacy with God.

Dear Jesus, more than anything else, I want to get to know you intimately.

she was just like everyone else, she wanted to love someone. Even better if they loved you in return.

Secrets had the power to kill a marriage

It had nothing in common with what he and Margaret did in bed, where he always felt he was imposing an indignity on her and she was trying to pretend he wasn't.

What he discovered was that the great novels of the world were about three things—death, money and sex. Occasionally a whale.

Do I make you nervous? He asked. I shook my head. He pulled me back slightly, looked me in the eye, and smiled. Liar. And then he kissed me.

Who can tell what metals the gods use in forging the subtle bond which we call sympathy, which we might as well call love.

The lovers were just entering the grounds of the pension. They were leaning toward each other as the water oaks bent from the sea. There was not a particle of earth beneath their feet. Their heads might have been turned upside down, so absolutely did they tread upon blue ether.

If ever a fusion of two human beings into one has been accomplished on this sphere it was surely their union.

when he possessed her, they seemed to swoon together at the very borderland of life's mystery.

She grew fond of her husband, realizing with some unaccountable satisfaction that no trace of passion or excessive and fictitious warmth colored her affection, thereby threatening its dissolution.

Ah! si tu savais Ce que tes yeux me disent

Glasul m?rii este seduc?tor; f?r? s? se opreasc? vreodat?, È™uÈ™otind, protestând, murmurând, invitând sufletul s? r?t?ceasc? un r?stimp în abisul singur?t??ii, s? se piard? în labirintul contempl?rii de sine. Glasul m?rii vorbeÈ™te sufletului nostru. Mângâierea m?rii este senzual?, înv?luind trupul în îmbr??iÈ™area ei dulce È™i intim?.