Quotes About Intimacy

You don't feel like a stranger to me.   I wanted to ask her, What does a stranger feel like? Not to be snarky or sarcastic. Because I really wanted to know if there was a difference, if there was a way to become truly knowable, if there wasn't always something keeping you a stranger, even to the people you weren't strange to at all. I

If Caroline was here, she'd give me her Patience, grasshopper speech. But she's not and I am left to wonder on my own: How does this work, the getting to know a new guy without revealing too much desperation for his undivided attention?

The way you're singing in your sleep The way you look before you leap The strange illusions that you keep You don't know But I'm noticing The way your touch turns into arcs The way you slide into the dark The beating of my open heart You don't know But I'm noticing And I'm moved, it's so beautiful.

But it kept being out there, and the thing was, even though I really liked her as a person, I didn't really think I liked her as a girl, because when you like a girl, there's this ignition—you can feel it—and with her, there wasn't any ignition, just conversation and hanging out and shit.

I wasn't going to be tempted to play the field or sow my oats; for me, Lily was the field, and she could have all of my oats. She didn't fit perfectly into my new life, but

I hope I never love someone so much that they could hurt me

I've never kissed anyone for real, in a romantic way, before. I hadn't lied to the drag-on lady. I don't think my pillow counts. (Should I confess this to Snarl in the notebook? Full disclosure, so he had a fair chance to run? (Nah.)

It's definitely worth something," I said. "A lot. We still don't know each other, right? And I'll admit—I thought it might be best if we kept it all to the page, passed that notebook back and forth until we were ninety. But clearly that wasn't meant to be. And who am I to blow against the wind?

The point is that I really don't want to break up with me. In fact, what I'd like is for us to do the opposite of break up with each other. Break into each other!Boomer offered. Both Lily and I shivered in horror at this wording. I figured that was a good sign.

Her hand traces down the zipper line and I say, Slow. Because this is not a rush. This is not something insignificant. This is real. This is happening. And this is ours.

Lorenzo gently places his hands on either side of my face, lowering his head to stare directly into my eyes. His voice is barely above a whisper as he says, Patience D'Angeli-Cat-you are my dream now.

They could pretend when they were alone. Lie to themselves about what this was between them. Hell, he could invent a million reasons why he'd stalked over and staked his claim here. But the truth lay behind the sound of her moan and Tyler's answering groan. Kissing Sherry wasn't about her damn rules. It wasn't to save his career. This woman was in his arms because he wanted her there.

And I've learned that letting people get close to you doesn't always lead to pain. Some people are actually worth a risk.

Carlos's smile spreads over his entire face. He reaches out, cups her chin, and presses a light kiss on her lips. Gabi's shocked eyes flutter closed, and when she opens them with a dazed look on her face, Carlos answers, "I'd love to.

Dylan wrapped his arms around my middle and pulled me closer to him. Perhaps the true reason Hollywood made scary movies. So guys could have an excuse for holding a girl close.

Do you need anything? I would say just you but that sounds way too corny.

She sat back, lifting away her hand. The ghost of its warmth remained on Aaron's skin.

I am like a little child naked in a strong wind. I have a fever, I shiver, I'm too hot or too cold. My lips retain the unusual fruity taste of your mouth, & the bitter taste of your saliva lingers on my tongue, making me find everything I eat bland, sickening since nothing is as good as your love.

In time she said, I love you, Oddie. My voice was thick when I replied. I love you more than life." We'll be okay, she said. We are okay. We're weird and screwed-up, but we're okay, she agreed. If someone invented a thermometer that measured weirdness, it would melt under my tongue. But you-you're cool.

I thought you married me for my looks, my sensitivity, and my fabulous bedroom stamina. Carson said, Lucky for you, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. But I will acknowledge you really do an exhaustive job cleaning the bedroom.

That Love is all there is, Is all we know of Love…. —Emily Dickinson

Fear and love were indivisible. If you allowed yourself to care, to love, you made yourself vulnerable, and vulnerability led to fear.

She can put her life in Mitch's strong hands and fall at once into a dreamless sleep. In a sense, that is what marriage is about-a good marriage-a total trusting with your heart, your mind, your life.

Quantum theory tells us, Mr. Thomas, that every point in the universe is intimately connected to every other point, regardless of apparent distance. In some mysterious way, any point on a planet in a distant galaxy is as close to me as you are.