Quotes About Intimacy

Even in the best possible relationship, you're going to get hurt sometimes, and no matter how much you love somebody, you will at times hurt that person, not because you want to, but because you're human. You will inevitably hurt your partner, your parents, your children, your closest friend—and they will hurt you—because if you sign up for intimacy, getting hurt is part of the deal.

The inability to say yes, however—to intimacy, a job opportunity, an alcohol program—is more about lack of trust in oneself. Will I mess this up? Will this turn out badly? Isn't it safer to stay where I am?

Marriage isn't a constant passion-fest; it's more like a partnership formed to run a very small, mundane nonprofit business.

You will inevitably hurt your partner, your parents, your children, your closest friend—and they will hurt you—because if you sign up for intimacy, getting hurt is part of the deal.

Odd how a man who never smiled could make her feel things she didn't know existed. He held her heart in his hands. From the moment she saw him, some thread had linked them together.

We enter people's lives and then realize we've walked into a deep and long history that shapes and gives form to our every moment.

If you look closely you'll find all my lovers inscribed on my skin.

The Basic Five are these: (1) a man who can fix things, (2) a man you can dance with, (3) a man who can pay for things, (4) a man you can talk to, and (5) a man to have great sex with. As I said, this is the rudimentary team you need to form, according to our sage adviser. Certainly other functions can be added to suit your more refined tastes, but with this starting lineup, you can at least avoid abject misery.

When someone was gazing into your eyes like that, it was kind of hard to look away.

If a nuclear disaster occurred, and you had to live out those final painful days just stretched out somewhere thinking about your life--This is who I am. This is what I love. This is what I believe--who would you want hearing your whispers? Or perhaps better: Who do you trust to hear your whispers? Whose breath do you want mingled with your own? Whose flesh still warm beside you?

Looking at him, she saw her future and felt all the ragged tears in her heart heal themselves. I fit, she whispered in marvel, stepping into him. I fit with you. He nodded and wrapped his arms around her. Perfectly

She drew in a breath. "So I have this thing I do before sex. A test. An 'Is He Inhaler Worthy?' test." He just stared at her. "There's a test. Before sex." "Yes. And I should tell you, not many pass." "Chloe?" "Yeah?" "I'd be worth the inhaler," he said, then forced himself to walk away into the night.

You, Lilah, scare the hell out of me. Why? she whispered. He met her gaze and held it. Because I could fall for you, Lilah. Hard and deep and never want to come back up. She could scarcely breathe. What's wrong with that? We'd drown.

I love you, Mallory, he said very quietly, very seriously. So damn much. Warmth and affection and need and so much more rushed her. I know. You know? Yes. Well, hell, he said with a small smile and a shake of his head. You might have told me and saved me a lot of time. How about I tell you something else? she said. I love you, too.

He knew he had no right to touch her, crave her like air, but he did both. And when he put his mouth on hers, he recognized the taste of her, like she'd been made just for him.

Beneath her cheek, his heart was thumping steadily. Definitely faster than his usual near-hibernation beat. Lifting her head, she flashed him a tight smile. "I get to you." "Are you kidding? You own me," he said, his voice running over her like silk.

Her entire body quivered. What is it about me that you're attracted to? For starters, the sexy underwear you put on beneath your clothes. You've only seen my underwear once. Twice, he said. I looked down your top at the pier. You did not. Pink-and-white polka-dot bra. Oh my God. That's what I was thinking. -Mallory and Ty

She nodded, her gaze locked on his mouth. He could tell she wanted it on hers, and for once, they were perfectly in sync. Having no idea what he was doing, he kissed her again, another no-holds-barred, tongues tangling, rock-his-fucking-world kiss that left him staggered and her apparently unable to speak as they tore apart for air and waited for the world to right itself. Didn't happen.

I tried to keep my distance, but my world doesn't work without you in it.

When everyone just shook their heads, he unbuttoned his shirt and, oh good Lord, shrugged out of it, bunching it up to slip beneath her head like a pillow. Don't look at him, she told herself. Don't look— She looked. Sweet Jesus.

It was on the table when I got here, Matt said in his defense. Josh eyed the open [Cosmo] magazine. You don't already know how to satisfy your boyfriends in bed? Matt ignored this. Did either of you know there's ninety-nine ways to give a blow job? That's ninety-nine nights of blow jobs. Look at you with the math skills, Josh said. Matt flipped him off while Ty flipped the page. 'How to Give Your Hoo-Ha a Spa Day.' Huh, he said. I didn't know a woman's hoo-ha needed a spa day.

Matt? Yeah? A barely there sigh escaped her lips. I really want to sleep with you, but... Damn, he said. That was a great sentence right up to the 'but'. -Amy and Matt

I don't want to dig him or his sexy self. But I keep losing my clothes when I'm with him.

Let's start with where you are,' he said. 'You're here.' Taking her hand, he pressed it to his chest above his heart.