Quotes About Intimacy

Psalm 23 is a wonderful description of this intimate place where my soul can be restored and become fruitful. I learned to eat the fruit of my testimonies so it became a doorway to re-engage past encounters or give the fruit of my testimonies to others.

A szeretet melegít, s ? sohasem fázott még ilyen nagyon

No, no, no, no, no. Sex should not be fun, okay? Sex can be lots of things - thrilling, romantic, scary, mindless, dirty, dangerous, frantic, forbidden, freaky - but if you're finding it 'fun,' you're doing it wrong.

O lovers! Be careful in those dangerous first days! Once you've brought breakfast in bed you'll have to bring it forever, unless you want to be accused of lovelessness and betrayal.

You can't measure the mutual affection of two human beings by the number of words they exchange.

Two people in love, alone, isolated from the world, that's beautiful.

She had an overwhelming desire to tell him, like the most banal of women. Don't let me go, hold me tight, make me your plaything, your slave, be strong! But they were words she could not say. The only thing she said when he released her from his embrace was, "You don't know how happy I am to be with you." That was the most her reserved nature allowed her to express.

I want you to be weak. As weak as I am.

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Love creates lovers, not lovers love.

She's sorting out our library, her book, my book, and now and again we exchange a touch for old times

From the moment she'd met him, she'd felt his presence all around her.

If it were possible for a man and his wife to share one heart, Hoonie was this steady, beating organ.

Her complaint about her husband was not that he was boring or that he wasn't home enough. Nori was not a bad person. It was just that she felt like she had no clear sense of him after nineteen years of marriage, and she doubted that she ever would.

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You're a fool," she said, laughing, "but you are my fool.

she possessed a distant manner, preventing ease or intimacy with those around her. It was as if the young woman were turning down her lights to minimize any possibility of attraction or notice.

We might have coupled In the bed-ridden monopoly of a moment Or broken flesh with one another At the profane communion table Where wine is spill'd on promiscuous lips We might have given birth to a butterfly With the daily-news Printed in blood on its wings

Whenever I let him in he would halt on the threshold drawing the whole of his luminous life up into his smile.

Tell me what is there, what is there about you that so satisfies me when I touch you? from "Pazzarella

I had to be caught in the weak eddy Of your drivelling humanity To love you most

In my mind, the sexiest thing in the world is the feeling that you're wanted.

I don't want to hear about the endless struggles to keep sex exciting, or the work it takes to plan a date night. I want to hear that you guys watch every episode of The Bachelorette together in secret shame, or that one got the other hooked on Breaking Bad and if either watches it without the other, they're dead meat. I want to see you guys high-five each other like teammates on a recreational softball team you both do for fun.

It's traumatizing to think that a best friend could become just a friend. That's because there is virtually no difference between an acquaintance and a friend. But the gulf between a friend and a best friend is enormous and profound.