Quotes About Intimacy

What is the point of sharing your life with someone if you can't communicate with them about the things that matter?

The value of a secret depends upon whom you're trying to keep it from.

Closing his eyes, he feels the weight of the angel as she straddles his thighs. She leans forward, her breath on his cheek, her lips close to his ear, whispering, 'Remember your promise.

I've heard it said that you can discover how you feel about someone when you watch them sleeping. You see things you don't look for at other times. The elegance of an open mouth, the absence of anxiety, the vulnerability of each breath, a small vein pulsing beneath her pale skin.

this: I have never met anyone who is so central to my existence that life without her seems incomprehensible, who I care more about than I do myself.

Women think they want a man but instead they want

Sometimes when a man feels bad about himself, he doesn't want to be with a woman who looks at him with nothing but love. Instead he wants to lie on top of a woman who knows how nasty and shallow and faithless he can be … a woman who doesn't put him on a pedestal or expect him to be a knight in shining armour … a woman who's happy with the worst he can be.

But it's not hell," Pete spoke with amazing confidence. "Not if you love him.

And we die together." He smiled softly. "I would prefer that. I do not want to live in this world?or any other world, for that matter?without you.

She was infuriating and outrageous, demanding, selfish and arrogant…and very, very dear to me.

If I slept with everyone I was supposed to have, I wouldn't have the energy to eat.

Straight people get married so that they can have sex. Gay men have sex so that they can get friends.

But he'd never been in love. He knew that was what he was really asking himself. He'd never given himself to someone else completely. He'd always held something back, even if he hadn't known that he was doing it. He'd reserved the deepest part of him, the part that truly was him, because he'd feared that once he gave it away he would never get it back.

Jack was there. He was on his back, the leg with its cast stuck out at an angle. Sitting astride him, Brian was moving up and down, his hand wrapped around his own cock while Jack's filled him from underneath

He wanted to do something special for her—something that would show her how much he loved her despite the distance separating them. Finally it hit him. He had the perfect idea. He'd make a video of himself masturbating in the shower and send it to her. She was certain to love it. She'd know that it was a gift from the heart. He

Why? You've already done enough for him. You're the best piece of tail he'll ever have," sending Hicks running from the room.

The theologian and the executioner have been intimates throughout history.

If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than it was because he was he and I was I.

If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.

If there is such a thing as a good marriage, it is because it resembles friendship rather than love.

Shared suffering, she'd found, was no guarantee of intimacy.

Being apart was wrong. Simply lying side by side did more for a relationship than words. A warm bed, a nest of animal intimacy. Words could be misunderstood, whereas loving companionship bred trust.

To give a man 5 sous because he is poor and has no bread is perfect, but to give him a blowjob because he has no girlfriend is too much of a good thing: you don't have to do that.

For men, love is nothing more than gratitude for the gift of pleasure