Quotes About Intimacy

My heart is yours to Fill or Burst.. To Break or Bury.. Or wear as Jewelry.. Whichever you prefer.

Love is an egoism of two

When a man loves you, you can tell by the way he touches you. His hands that have been lifting heavy objects all day turn into sensitive hands that will never hurt you.

Silences make the real conversations between friends. Not the saying but the never needing to say is what counts.

Love is two minds of one heart having a conversation without either having the need of saying anything to be heard.

You say to me - wards your affection's strong; Pray love me little, so you love me long

Love is the reward of love

We have mistresses for pleasure, concubines to care for our daily bodys needs and wives to bear us legitimate children and to be faithful guardians of our households.

You ache for the touch of another, But you don't have a now-current lover

Silence is Holy. It draws people closer together. Because those who are only comfortable with each other, can sit without speaking.

Love me little, love me long

Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak.

Too late for changes, too late perhaps for explanations and ideological webs, but the love goes on, the love goes on, blind to laws and warnings and even to wisdom and to fears. And whatever that love is, perhaps an illusion of a new love, I want it, I can't resist it, my whole being melts in one kiss, my knowledge melts, my fears melt, my blood dances, my legs open.

There are mysteries about out love. Things that neither one of us may ever understand because love is an emotion without limit and understanding. We know we love each other but we could never explain completely as WHY we love each other. Love is not a clock. You simply cannot take it apart just to see what makes it tick, and even if you could, you probably could never get it back together again.

Sex without love is mating, love without sex is philosophy.

I don't love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as one loves certain dark things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

And then there are my friends, and they have their own lives. While they like to talk everything through, to analyze and hypothesize, what I really need, what I'm really looking for, is not something I can articulate. It's nonverbal: I need love. I need the thing that happens when your brain turns off and your heart turns on.

I don't know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all the roses.

We fit together so well...it's like pieces of a puzzle, the way your hand fits the curve of my hip and the way my head rests on your shoulder, the way our hands just melt into one, and the way I feel complete when I'm with you...like the picture's finally completed and I'll never have to wonder what I'm missing.

If a man has to make a woman the center of his love, why should he integrate animality into this sacred human emotion?...Is love incompelete without it?...Is love the name of physical excersize ?

The lover in the husband may be lost

Real love is the love that sometimes arises after sensual pleasure: if it does, it is immortal; the other kind inevitably goes stale, for it lies in mere fantasy.

Love is moral even without legal marriage, but marriage is immoral without love

Love is a fan club with only two fans