Quotes About Intimacy

From now on, let's all agree that hooking up = sex. Everything else is "made out." And if you're older than twenty-eight, then just kissing someone doesn't count for crap and is not even worth mentioning. Unless you're Mormon, in which case you're going to hell.

Because a honeymoon is, after all, a sex vacation you're giving yourself after a massive party in your honor.

7. Have one great cologne that's not from the drugstore. Just one. Wear very little of it, all the time. I cannot tell you how sexy it is to be enveloped in a hug by a man whose smell you remember. Then, anytime I smell that cologne, I think of you.

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

a honeymoon is, after all, a sex vacation you're giving yourself after a massive party in your honor.

Cause that's all I want. A sweet, mature, normal, loving guy, with no baggage. And who has an absolutely enormous penis.

In my mind, the sexiest thing in the world is the feeling that you're wanted. The slightly nervous asking of your phone number. The text message asking you to dinner. The simple overture of wanting me can satisfy my ego for a good long time.

En realidad, mi verdadero problema era que nunca había estado enamorada y, por tal motivo, mi forma de bailar carecía del profundo sentimiento que sólo se consigue después de experimentar una pasión amorosa.

In any solid, good relationship, it takes a while to trust someone.

Getting married is a lot like getting into a tub of hot water. After you get used to it, it ain't so hot.

Reposes, i jo reposo en tu, i et penso tendrament, i et veig, i et tinc.

Potser el silenci per descobrir nous ritmes, potser la música per fer molt més intensos els ritmes del silenci. Els fulls dels llibres com un espai molt íntim que mai refusa. Del vent me'n quedo la inquietud que vibra a cada fulla. Pledejo encara, tossut i temerari, amb vells dimonis; un ritme greu compassa raonaments i dubtes. Amb les mancances m'he fet una cuirassa per sobreviure.

You know how it is. Some people really seem to want to get close so they can get close. Some people want to get close so they can complain about their lives to you. Some people want to get close so they can have sex. And some people seem to want to get close just so they can hurt you.

Fun is the glue of love.

Real love is about falling in like.

Then I realized that we all think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before we ask someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing.

He breathed out the bitter air that makes women doubt everything, and I breathed it in, as I had always done. I expelled my dust, the powder of everything I had destroyed with doubt, and he pulled it into his lungs.

I could not make a move without making love.

Maybe he wouldn't say anything, which is the worst thing men do.

We don't have intercourse anymore. I'm not complaining, it's my own fault. I lie there beside him and try to send signals to my vagina, but it's like trying to get cable channels on a Tv that doesn't have cable. My mind requests sex, but my vagina is just waiting for the next time it has to pee. It thinks its whole job in life is to pee.

He stood right in front of me and pinched my arm and said, Can I see your room? Such relief. Even the pinch was good. I understood completely about needing to hurt someone at the same time that you are giving them something.

He called the feeling between us "weird," and I had nothing to add. I kissed the backs of his legs and they sang. He reached around and pulled me down onto his back and I lay there, like on the warm sand of a beach. Just that. That is all there is. That is the whole point of everything.

We still kissed frequently, usually a cluster of small pecks. An acronym for our early deep kisses. Which in a way was more intimate because only we knew what it stood for.

We grew still and stared at each other. It seemed incredibly dangerous to look into each other's eyes, but we were doing it. For how long can you behold another person? Before you have to think of yourself again, like dipping the brush back in for more ink. For a very long time, you didn't need to get more ink, there was no reason to get anything else, because she was as good as me, she lived on earth like me, she suffered as I did.