Quotes About Intimacy

She clutched him, her fingers digging in like she needed to gather parts of him to act as her own second skin for the rest of her life.

She rubbed it onto his hands one day in Year Eleven, feeling the texture of his fingertips, callused by the strings of his guitar, and his palms, rough from woodwork. ("Productive, despite your lazy streak," she had said, inspecting them.)

People divulge things to you that they would not divulge to anyone else.

La atrajo hacia él y, por una vez, entendió lo que ella había sentido cada día desde que se conocían.

Ella le estaba enviando estrellas. Era difícil de escuchar. Él todavía se sentía como si estuviese robando algo. Hay momentos en los que no puedes creer que algo maravilloso está sucediendo. Ella le estaba enviando estrellas. Era difícil de escuchar. Él todavía se sentía como si estuviese robando algo.

Cuando me doy la vuelta, me toma la cara entre las manos y me besa tan profundamente que no sé quién respira por quién, pero su boca y su lengua tienen sabor a miel cálida. No se cuánto dura, pero cuando me separo, lo hecho de menos al instante.

The need to lie by her side and gather her to him was so fierce that it made him weak.

Tell me what part of me is stranger to you and I'll destroy that part of me.

He chanced a look at her and saw the flare of something in her eyes. A salve to the emptiness that sometimes threatened to suffocate him.

no quiero separarme de él, porque esta noche no quiero nada más que ser parte de él. Porque ser parte de él no es cualquier cosa; más bien lo es todo.

Se inclina y me besa, y yo me aferro a su camiseta, deseando saborear cada momento.

If you weren't driving, I'd kiss you senseless," I tell him. He swerves to the side of the road and stops the car abruptly. "Not driving any more.

What do you want from me?" he asks. What I want from every person in my life, I want to tell him. More.

Hold my hand because I might disappear.

He stops and looks at me. 'I'm here because of you. You're my priority. Your happiness, in some fucked way, is tuned in to mine. Get that through your thick skull. Would I like it any other way? Hell, yes, but I don't think that will be happening in my lifetime.

When I turn around, he cups my face in his hands and he kisses me so deeply that I don't know who is breathing for who, but his mouth and tongue taste like warm honey. I don't know how long it lasts, but when I let go of him, I miss it already.

Because being part of him isn't just anything. It's kind of everything.

These people have history and I crave history. I crave someone knowing me so well that they can tell what I'm thinking. Jonah Griggs takes my hand under the table and links my fingers with his and I know that I would sacrifice almost anything just to keep this state of mind, for the rest of the week at least.

There's not enough time spend between the sheet's to compensate the breach

Just wait until that husband of yours rolls over and goes to sleep without bothering to touch you in six months, Just wait until there's nothing at all between the sheets and you dry up and feel worthless and look in the mirror and begin to believe it's your fault he doesn't want you. Just wait until it dawns on you one day that the real reason he doesn't want you is because he doesn't want himself.

You can feel that he wants to own you - not like an object but like a good dream he wants to keep having. He lets you know that you already own him.

You smell like a bar," he said. I thought, You smell like a library. But I wanted to have sex right then, so I said, "You smell like a poem.

You can feel like he wants to own you,-not like an object but like a good dream he wants to keep having.

Dante's definition of hell: proximity without intimacy. From the Girls Guide to Hunting and Fishing