Quotes About Intimacy

crave, v.: Nothing makes me feel as welcome in the world as the sound of you laughing at a joke I've made.

I push her hair over her ear. Look her in the eye. Feel so much love for her then that it feels like the love I have for life itself.

This is what love does: It makes you want to rewrite the world. It makes you want to choose the characters, build the scenery, guide the plot. The person you love sits across from you, and you want to do everything in your power to make it possible, endlessly possible. And when it's just the two of you, alone in a room, you can pretend that this is how it is, this is how it will be.

He kisses me back with a kiss like a smile.

He didn't want to say Let's just be friends or I hope we can stay friends, because that made friendship sound like a consolation prize, the blue ribbon to look at distractedly while someone else walks off with the gold cup. No, what he said was: I think you and I will be even closer, and that we will be even better together and more to each other if we're best friends, not boyfriends.

I have never told anyone the truth. I have never come close.

We are breathing at the same pace, our chests rising and falling in unison. We have no need to whisper, because at this distance, all we need is thought.

Rest, v. and n. Rest with me for the rest of this. That`s it. Come closer. We`re here.

Distancia. Me dices que me alejo y yo balbuceo una disculpa, intento volver al presente. Pero hay algo que debería decirte: Incluso cuando me distancio, me preocupo por ti. Uno puede separarse de algo y seguir cuidando de ello. Si quisiera distanciarme por completo, me largaría. Pararía la conversación. Me marcharía de la cama. En su lugar, simplemente me abstraigo durante un momento. Miro en otra dirección. Pero mi mirada siempre vuelve a posarse en ti.

The way you said I love you said I'll never sleep with you said I will always kept a list of all your favorite moments in a composition book and would underline the ones involving me with blue ink

It wasn't enough to pass him as we were heading to your house or cutting over to the library. Soon you had to have sightings in the halls too. Then sightings turned to spying, and spying to stalking. You could tell me how many pairs of jeans he owned before you officially knew his name.

When I say, Be my lover, I don't mean, Let's have an affair. I don't mean, Sleep with me. I don't mean, Be my secret. I want us to go back to that root. I want you to be the one who loves me. I want to be the one who loves you.

i hold the cigarette like i'm in a black-and-white movie. but when jed lights the match, it spreads to color, his skin in the campfire light, the spark of his eyes as he leans in to me

arduous, adj. Sometimes during sex, I wish there was a button on the small of your back that I could press and cause you to be done with it already.

It's one thing to fall in love. It's another to feel someone else falling with you...

And now it's some other guy's hands that are thumbing their way over Joey's face and down Dee Dee's chin and—oh, fucking hell—dropping down between the A and the M, going right for the V under the H&M-meets-S&M miniskirt.

I'm talking about emotional intimacy, not physical. Acknowledging how you really feel, who you really are. Opening up your soul to another person. There's nothing scarier.

The kiss I like the most is one of the slow ones. It's as much breath as touch, as much no as yes. You lean in from the side, and I have to turn a little to make it happen.

Every kiss that matters contains a recognition at its core.

They should be going to sleep, but good company is the enemy of sleep. We remember this feeling so acutely - the desire to linger away the hours with someone else, talking or holding or even just watching a movie. In those moment, the clock seems arbitrary, since you are setting your understanding of time to another, more personal measure.

It's one thing to fall in love. It's another to feel someone else falling in love with you...

The song "Dream a Little Dream of Me" comes on Tariq's playlist, which makes Harry think of the movie Beautiful Thing, as Tariq no doubt knew it would. Harry can feel Craig smile under his lips, and knows he must be sharing the same thought. As confirmation, Harry feels Craig's finger on his back, tracing the letter B, then T. They start to shuffle and slow-dance. It feels good to move their legs.

epithet, n. I think the worst you ever called me was a cunt rag. You mean I'm a tampon? I asked. I'm a tampon for not letting you drive? I laughed. You didn't. At least, not until you sobered up.

We often believe the truest measure of a relationship is the ability to lay ourselves bare. But there's something to be said for parading your plumage as well, finding truth as much in the silly as the severe.