Quotes About Intimacy

How does someone undress you with his eyes when you're already undressed?" I asked. "By that point what's he looking at, your soul?

Then he wrestled me to the floor, grabbed my hand, and forced it deep into what amounted to my family's asshole.

It seemed like such a television moment, the intimacy unearned—grotesque, almost.

We're not a horrible couple, but we have our share of fights, the type that can start with a misplaced sock and suddenly be about everything. "I haven't liked you since 2002," he hissed during a recent argument over which airport security line was moving the fastest. This didn't hurt me so much as confuse me. "What happened in 2002?" I asked.

I pulled back because I am not a hugger. Never have been. When someone wraps their arms around me, I shut down and stand there with my eyes closed, waiting for it to be over.

It is not unpleasant to hold someone else's warm teeth in your hand...

To say "I love you," Yanomami Indians of the Amazon say, "Ya pihi irakema," meaning "I have been contaminated by your being"—a part of you has entered me, and it lives and grows.

Aquel último intento de reconciliación tenía un amargo sabor a despedida, a beso en la mejilla. Cuando recibes un beso en la mejilla de una mujer a la que has besado tantas veces en los labios, debes saber que has perdido tu lugar en su corazón.

Una carcajada entre dos personas es mucho más vinculante que un apretón de manos, que cualquier contrato.

No era capaz de emprender la reconstrucción del amor, vaciado mi corazón como una caracola de mar que produce un ruido muy muy lejano si acercas la oreja.

Of course. And you already know you have hers," Pei said. And then, whatever his culture might have demanded, he cleared his throat hard, harshly. "And mine," he said huskily.

he was always circumspect . . . and always careful to avoid any relationship which could ever become more than friendship. But

The only choice we have as we mature is how we inhabit our vulnerability, how we become larger and more courageous and more compassionate through our intimacy with disappearance, our choice is to inhabit vulnerability as generous citizens of loss, robustly and fully, or conversely, as misers and complainers, reluctant and fearful, always at the gates of existence, but never bravely and completely attempting to enter, never wanting to risk ourselves, never walking fully through the door.

The distance had been evaporated by humor

While love is celebrated, we are assured that a satisfying sexual encounter does not require love. If the Shirelles tune were written today, the singer would likely have to lower the bar down to "Will You Respect Me Tomorrow"—if even that.

This is what e-mail is: either a cowardly way for people to ask favors of you that they would never ask in person, or a way for people to pretend they are having a friendship with you when they really are not.

We don't fall in love, we fall in lust. We ascend to love.

Want a strong, solid relationship that is willing to go the distance? Get to know your running shoes.

Not an insult sweetie. That was a thirteen word kiss.

its a rare thing to know one completly to the core and stil love him

I love you more than life.

He loved her as he had never loved another, and he trusted her as he had allowed himself to trust no one else. But by the nature of the world, those who loved and trusted were uniquely vulnerable

Love is a house with many rooms, this room to feed the love, this one to entertain it, this one to clean it, this one to dress it, this one to allow it to rest, and each of these rooms can also just as well also be the room for laughing or the room for listening or the room for telling one's secrets or the room for sulking or the room for apologizing or the room for intimate togetherness...

Mi sono sentito anch'io sull'orlo della noia, pervaso dalla malinconia degli amanti, quando tranne le scopate non succede più niente.