Quotes About Intimacy

If we are to believe Schopenhauer, women are incapable of romantic love and merely use man's love hunger as bait to fish babies out of the treacherous sea of matrimony. Of course Schopenhauer, who threw a female servant down a flight of stairs, and was intimate with numerous women he hated philosophically, is no unbiased witness to woman's unfathomable treachery.

It is the privilege of those who fear love to murder those who do not fear it!

I feel more alive when I'm writing than I do at any other time--except maybe when I'm making love.

A woman's heart should be so hidden in God that a man has to seek Him just to find her.

She laid her head against his collarbone, and he kissed her temple. To her shock, she felt a shudder roll through his body about the same time she registered wetness against her skin. Tears. His tears. She started to turn around, but he tightened his grip. "Stay," he said in a choked voice. "Just let me hold you, baby. Just let me hold you.

I know this woman." "Who the hell is she?" He stared both his brothers down. "She's mine.

You'll call me Damon. I see no need for dramatic titles. I, on the other hand will call you beautiful, lover, mine. I'll call you mine." (Damon to Serena)

Men love a submissive woman, Damon said simply. Even when they say the don't. There's just something about a beautiful, soft woman looking to them to protect and take care of them that inspires a man to greatness.

You mean everything to me. You mean more to me than I have the words to explain. Is it normal? Who gives a damn if it's normal? Fuck normal. You and I will never be normal people. If normal means I'm not with you, then I never want to be that man.

If you fainted, I would catch you, my Lady Scandalous," he murmured.

She knew he would like taking it off; he tended to prefer her dresses on the floor rather than on her person.

Did love really require grand gestures? Wasn't true love to be found in the little things, like holding one's hand or sitting comfortably around a gentle fire?

I'm thinking," he said. To bed or not to bed his wife? That was the question.

Of course we know that sexual promiscuity increases the likelihood of STIs, which is why we explore sexuality through romance - it's safer (and you don't have to shave your legs).

The problem with longstanding friends -- they felt utterly free to go too far and to enjoy every step they took over the line.

The boy toy smiled and, right there in the half-open garage, planted a kiss on his lover's lips as if he wanted to trap the soul escaping out of his mouth and into the other's body.

Mirišem je kao cvijet: miris ?ist i drag. I znam da mogu sve u životu, s njom. Držim je na rukama i njišem je polako, polako, da je odvojim od svijeta, od straha, od ružnih sje?anja, da ostanem samo ja, svuda oko nje, u nedogled, kao nebo, kao more, da je prelijem nježnoš?u što vri u meni kao vrutak. Ne boj se, kažem. Volim te, kažem. Ko nam šta može, kažem. I osje?am se kao gospodar svijeta.

As soon as his soft voice began to flow the night would become less empty. He built a bridge of cobwebs between us, a bridge of words. They fluttered above us in an arch; they rose and dropped, like the waters of the river. He was the source; I was the mouth. A secret was woven between us, and the beautiful madness called conversation worked a miracle: two dead logs that lay side by side suddenly revided, and were not completely separated.

Nadnio sam se nad njeno lice i gledao duge sjenke trepavica na oblim, mekim jagodicama. Njen dragi lik je odgonio utvare iz sna, i prijete?e o?i iz jave. Imam nju, oni me se ne ti?u.

It might go down better than appearing as a giant reptile encased in a ball of fire and forcing yourself on her.' 'WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO BRING THAT UP?

Edmond just lay there smoking and telling me he loved me without saying anything out loud and if there ever was a more perfect day in the history of time it isn't one I've heard about. The

El olor de su piel es demasiado familiar para describirlo.

Each evening she held his head in her hands and ran her aching fingers thru the thick ruff of fur around his neck. He burrowed against her, sighing devotion.

I was happiest when he just came and lay down next to me, and I could almost feel the weight of his body against mine.