Quotes About Intimacy

La miré con intención de decir algo ingenioso, alguna de todas aquellas frases que había pensado la noche anterior. Pero cuando vi sus ojos, las palabras me abandonaron. Me quedé maravillado, no sé cuánto rato. Durante un largo momento fui completamente suyo...

We shared an apple, passing it back and forth between bites, which is close to kissing, if you've never kissed before.

A veces un hombre disfruta oyendo una sinfonía. Otras le apetece más una giga. Con el amor pasa lo mismo. Cierto tipo de amor resulta adecuado para los mullidos almohadones de un claro crepuscular. Otro resulta natural en el desorden de las sábanas de una cama estrecha en el último piso de una posada. Cada mujer es como un instrumento, y espera que la entiendan, la amen y la toquen con delicadeza, para por fin hacer sonar su verdadera música." Kvothe

I hope they spent those last few hours well. I hope they didn't waste them on mindless tasks: kindling the evening fire and cutting vegetables for dinner. I hope they sang together, as they so often did. I hope they retired to our wagon and spent time in each other's arms. I hope they lay near each other afterward and spoke softly of small things. I hope they were together, busy with loving each other, until the end came.

Hacía avanzar la canción despacio, pero no pesadamente. La tocaba con la lentitud de un beso lujurioso. Y no es que en esa época de mi vida yo supiera mucho de besos. Pero viéndola allí de pie, con los brazos alrededor del arpa, concentrada, con los ojos entrecerrados y los labios ligeramente fruncidos, supe que quería que algún día me besaran con ese cuidado lento y deliberado.

A veces la seducción lenta es la única manera..." Felurian

Pensé en la forma de sus labios, el sonido de su voz, el olor de su cabello.

She's stolen his tongue as well as his heart. All his words are for her. He can spare none for us.

I closed my mouth and looked across the water. Inches away, Denna did the same. I could feel the heat of her. She smelled like road dust, and honey, and the smell the air holds seconds before a heavy summer rain.

It is easier to understand if you think of it in terms of music. Sometimes a man enjoys a symphony. Elsetimes he finds a jig more suited to his taste. The same holds true for lovemaking. One type is suited to the deep cushions of a twilight forest glade. Another comes quite naturally tangled in the sheets of narrow beds upstairs in inns. Each woman is like an instrument, waiting to be learned, loved, and finely played, to have at last her own true music made.

Pedirle a un músico que te deje coger su instrumento es como pedirle a un hombre que te deje besar a su esposa. Eso es algo que solo entiendes si eres músico. Un instrumento es como un compañero y una amante. Los desconocidos suelen pedir a los músicos que les dejen coger sus instrumentos, y eso les fastidia mucho.

She curled snugly along the inside of my body, so easy and natural, as if she had been designed to fit there.

I hope they spent those last few hours well. I hope they didn't waste them on mindless tasks: kindling the evening fire and cutting vegetables for dinner. I hope they sang together, as they so often did. I hope they retired to our wagon and spent time in each other's arms. I hope they lay near each other afterward and spoke softly of small things. I hope they were together, busy with loving each other, until the end came. It

Despite our difficulties, we had become close, and it is hard to leave such things behind.

there are two types of secrets. There are secrets of the mouth and secrets of the heart. Most

After a few moments my back began to ache with the pressure of supporting her weight and my own. My leg started to go numb. Her hair tickled my nose. Still, I didn't move for fear of ruining this, the most wonderful moment of my life.

Then we sat on a stone, dandling our feet in the water and enjoying each other's company as we rested. We shared an apple, passing it back and forth between bites, which is close to kissing, if you've never kissed before.

Cantar una canción nueva es algo muy especial. Es aterrador. Es como desnudarse por primera vez ante un nuevo amante. Es un momento sumamente delicado.

find someone like that, someone who you can hold and close your eyes to the world with, then you're lucky. Even if

If you can find someone like that, someone who you can hold and close your eyes to the world with, then you're lucky. Even

Neither of us spoke. I closed my eyes. The closeness of her was the sweetest, sharpest thing my life had ever known.

The hot tips of her breasts brush my chest.

My parents danced together, her head on his chest. Both had their eyes closed. They seemed so perfectly content. If you can find someone like that, someone who you can hold and close your eyes to the world with, then you're lucky.

But what of romance then?" I asked, slightly indignant. "What of love?