Quotes About Intimacy

Op de slaapkamer sloten we voor alle veiligheid en vuiligheid de deur af, want je kàn nooit weten. Daar kleedde ook hij zich helemaal uit, als een naakte God, en toen ik z'n wiebel zoende stond die te trillen van aandoening.(...)

Ik wentelde me naar hem toe en legde me met wijdgeopende muis over z'n stijve boodschapper neer. Ik zei hem dat ik z'n fluit wou, dat ik er heet naar lag, dat ik ze binnen in me kut moest hebben. Me muis heeft honger naar je stijve zaadworst, zei ik hem. Ik weet niet wat ik d'r allemaal nog uitflapte (...)

It felt like a first date. Vega had never been on a first date. She could not remember sleeping with someone she hadn't been in a fistfight with first.

You don't need scores of suitors. You need only one… if he's the right one.

You have put your two hands upon me, and your mouth, You have said my name as a prayer. Here where trees are planted by water I have watched your eyes, cleansed from regret, And your lips, closed over all that love cannot say.

We've managed to make a good marriage. This I say with all humility. It's a marriage in which there is nothing that can be hurt by the roughest usage. It's a marriage that you can let yourself go in, a marriage in which you can put your feet up and relax.

I like to know what my friends are thinking and feeling. If too long a time elapses without my checking up on these things, I find that where once was a friend there is now a pleasant stranger.

Make love to me," she whispered. "If you make love to me then it is two of us. There is just one of him when he takes my blood, but we are two." "We are two and more than two," he whispered in her ear, and then he lifted her and carried her to the bed.

Our lives are like a house. Some people are allowed on the lawn, some onto the porch, some get into the vestibule or the kitchen. The better friends are invited deeper into our home, into our living room.' 'And some are let into the bedroom,' said Gamache.

Beauvoir left their home wanting to call his wife and tell her how much he loved her, and then tell her what he believed in, and his fears and hopes and disappointments. To talk about something real and meaningful. He dialed his cell phone and got her. But the words got caught somewhere south of his throat. Instead he told her the weather had cleared, and she told him about the movie she'd rented. Then they both hung up.

I asked him to leave because he stopped caring for me, stopped supporting me. Not because I'd stopped caring for him.

Our lives are like a house. Some people are allowed on the lawn, some onto the porch, some get into the vestibule or kitchen. The better friends are invited deeper into our home, into our living room.

relationship never starts with a fist to the face, or an insult. If it did there'd be no second date. It always starts gently. Kindly. The other person draws you in. To trust them. To need them. And then they slowly turn. Little by little, increasing the heat. Until you're trapped.

He'd just had time to notice how a tiny curl of her dark hair hooked on to the side of her ear, and hung there.

When he looked at her he didn't see the wild, untamable hair, the billowing frocks, the Dollar-rama store horn-rimmed spectacles. No. He saw his safe harbor.

They were very close. Like this.' Here Yolande attempted to cross her fingers but the nails kept knocking into each other making it look like a finger puppet version of All Star Wrestling.

Beauvoir was so close to Frère Raymond

want to crawl inside his skin and wrap herself around his

place / To enter into the days of your togetherness.

Inviting her, it seemed, to understand. What it meant to love so completely that all you wanted from that person was companionship.

They stole the files of everyone who was involved in the raid. Who came to you for help. Who told you everything. All their fears, their vulnerabilities. What they want from life. What matters to them. A road map in their heads.

Attachment takes hostages.

How intimating became intimidating. It was subtle, and all the more powerful for it.

Jas, whatever Tom has under his trousers is between you and him.