Quotes About Intimacy

What does one want when one is engaged in the sexual act That everything around you give you its utter attention, think only of you, care only for you...every man wants to be a tyrant when he fornicates.

Here is where I find my strength, Catherine. Right here in your arms.

Has conseguido hacerte un lugar tan dentro de mí, que no puedo siquiera respirar sin pensar en ti. Y no satisfecha con adueñarte de mi mente, ahora parece que también tienes que ser la dueña de mi corazón, mi vida y mi alma.

Te quiero con todo mi cuerpo, si lo quieres; con todo mi corazón, si confías en él; y con toda mi alma si quieres llevarla contigo.

Bastard," she cried softly. " Bastard! Why did you ever touch me? I w-was fine until you touched me." "And I was fine until you touched me," he countered in a whisper.

my partner wants more affection than I'm giving her, she is "needy and dependent." But if I want more affection than she is giving me, then she is "aloof and insensitive.

To know about God is one thing but to be "known" by Him, ah, that is the bliss of Mary. "…but if one loves God truly (with affectionate reverence, prompt obedience, and grateful recognition of His blessing), he is known by God (recognized as worthy of His intimacy and love, and he is owned by Him)." 1 Cor. 8:3 Amplified, emphasis mine

Why wouldn't you want to be as close as you could to another person's glow, when you felt it? I still think that, to tell the truth. It makes being married hard.

How could I lose sight of him so easily? He was such a dear, good man. What could I have been thinking? I go up to get dressed for work and stopped to kiss him like I meant it, another thing that I don't do enough. He slapped my butt as I left the kitchen to get ready for the day. I sang off-key in the shower.

How could I lose sight of him so easily? He was such a dear, good man. What could I have been thinking? I got up to get dressed for work and stopped to kiss him like I meant it, another thing that I don't do enough. He slapped my butt as I left the kitchen to get ready for the day. I sang off-key in the shower.

I could feel him paying attention to me with every inch of his being. He wanted to know me. My skin tightened with the pleasure of it. So I answered.

Conscience- protects the privileges of intimacy, makes ,friends keep their promises, prevents the angered spouse from striking back.

She hesitated, then sent to me in the feed, I'm going to touch you, don't freak out.

She would never trust me again. She would never stand close enough to touch (but without touching, because touching is gross) and just trust me.

side. The woman gently patted his neck, sat down on his side and then stretched out. She folded her arms and closed her eyes. The horse closed his eyes as well and they both looked

Good sex is impossible to write about. Lawrence and Updike have given it their all, and the result is still uneasy and unsure. It may be that good sex is something fiction just can't do -- like dreams. Most of the sex in my novels is absolutely disastrous. Sex can be funny, but not very sexy.

You know how it is when two souls meet in a burst of ecstatic volubility, with hearts tickling to hear and to tell, to know everything, to reveal everything, the shared reverence for the other's otherness, a feeling of solitude radiantly snapped by full contact -- all that?

You use a different part of your heart with girls.

You know how it is when two souls meet in a burst of ecstatic volubility, with hearts tickling to hear and to tell, to know everything, to reveal everything, the shared reverence for the other's otherness, a feeling of solitude radiantly snapped by full *contact* - all that?

that the human race would become extinct if every member of it could see themselves having sex?

Rich girls are a pain in the arse in the sack:

Feeling one "has"; love occurs.

Marriage, for instance, will never be given new life except by that out of which true marriage always arises, the revealing by two people of the Thou to one another. Out of this a marriage is built up by the Thou that is neither of the I's. This is the metaphysical and metapsychical factor of love to which feelings of love are mere accompaniments.

The basic word I-You can only be spoken with one's whole being.