Quotes About Intimacy

There is no explaining why you love the people who belonged to you. No explaining why you couldn't be objective about them, or indifferent to their disapproval. They are woven into your soul with millions of threads, and cutting them out would make you bleed...

He lay down beside the fawn. He put one arm across its neck. It did not seem to him that he could ever be lonely again.

You're my wife," he replied, but behind those words, in his eyes, I knew what that really meant was, You're my friend, and I love you. The

she only showed her silly side to those she thought worthy.

A relationship begins when we open the front door, but it doesn't end there. He knocks on the closet doors too! Jesus doesn't just want in. He wants all in.

Orar con fervor es algo que va mucho más allá de decir palabras: es sangre, sudor y lágrimas.

Una de las razones por las cuales mucha gente no siente intimidad con Dios, es que no tienen un ritmo diario con él; tienen un ritmo semanal. ¿Funcionaría algo así con tu cónyuge y tus hijos? Pues en la familia de Dios tampoco funciona. Necesitamos establecer un ritmo diario a fin de tener una relación diaria con Dios. La mejor manera de hacerlo es comenzando el día en oración.

The true purpose of prayer is to get into God's presence so He can outline His agenda for us.

God trusts most those who know Him best, and those who know Him best are those who have spent the most time with Him.

Sex is the glue of relationships, Caitlin, and it's what life is all about. It's the opposite of death, of giving up, of getting swamped by... What's out there. See it as symbolic.

Christmas Eve, I give him packages which I open for him, since the bows and paper represent more labor than he could manage: music videos by the Nashville singers he thinks particularly sexy, fleece-lined slippers decorated with images of bacon and eggs, and a book about breeds of dogs. He says he wishes he had something for me to open, but I don't want anything except to have him here. There's nothing more he could give me than his life, right now, his being with me.

I didn't judge; it was as if that were part of my purpose: I wanted to know the men who moved through my nights like passing comets, wanted them to feel the pleasure of being known.

Those lists of men in Whitman's papers--a collector's catalog, a record of the body's travels? How else will I know the world, if not by touching as much of it as possible, finding in the bodies of my lovers and fellows my coordinates?

Don't cohabitate. Don't fornicate. Don't look at pornography. Don't create a standard of beauty. Have your spouse be your standard of beauty. This is one of the great devastating effects of pornography: you lust after people and compare your spouse to them. It's impossible to be satisfied in your marriage if you don't have a standard that is biblical; that standard is always your spouse.

When you are lying in bed angry with your backs turned towards each other, imagine Satan sleeping in the space between you.

For the husband, the male prostate can only be accessed through the anus. It is called the "male G-spot" as it is reportedly a source of great pleasure when stroked by such things as a wife's finger.

I'd go home to a wife whom I was not sexually enjoying.

Anyone who has ever fallen hard will understand. The magic of those early days, when you are consumed by each other, when your whole body thrums in the presence of this new significant other and aches when you're apart. ~Here To Stay, Mark Edwards

One of the age-old truths about love is that while it offers unparalleled opportunities for union and the lifting of ego boundaries, it also washes us up on the shores of the loved one's otherness. Sooner or later, love makes us feel inescapably separate.

Dude, you're scaring the crap out of me,' said Nick. 'I'm serious, I literally have no crap right now.

she needed someone to hold her, but she couldn't bring herself to ask her husband, not after what she had done to him.

two cool kids, a Range Rover, a big home, a drop-dead gorgeous wife who consented to sex twice a month (an unheard-of frequency during his premarital existence—computer geeks at MIT don't get much sex, as another general rule), fame, fortune, respect, manhood, and maybe even love.

if he could take Elizabeth Brice to orgasm just once—just freaking once!—her indifferent attitude toward him would instantly morph into extreme love.

even buying a user's manual—The Female Orgasm—and learned to his dismay that writing twenty-five thousand lines of code was cake compared to bringing a full-grown female to orgasm.