Quotes About Intimacy

Me importan un bledo las evidencias y las pruebas y las demostraciones. Lo único que busco es a Dios. Quiero tener a Dios dentro de mí. Quiero que Dios corra por mis venas como el sol corretea por la superficie del agua.

My husband was sleeping in the other room, in our bed. I equal parts loved him and could not stand him. I couldn't wake him to share in my distress-what would be the point?

She reached up and touched his face. He allowed her. She explored his warm features. He had a kind face—she could feel that he did.

To get "good" at sex—which, for a woman, means learning how to enjoy and even orchestrate the act, to the point of her own climax—one needs time, patience, and an attentive lover.

Love like that is a deep well, with steep sides. Once you fall in, that's it - you will love that person always.

Sex is so often a cheat—a shortcut of intimacy. A way to skip over knowing somebody's heart by knowing, instead, their mere body.

Marriage is those two thousand indistinguishable conversations, chatted over two thousand indistinguishable breakfasts, where intimacy turns like a slow wheel. How do you measure the worth of becoming that familiar to somebody—so utterly well known and so thoroughly ever-present that you become an almost invisible necessity, like air?

One does not wish to lose the fondness of people one admires by revealing too much of oneself.

A true soul mate is probably the most important person you'll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. <...> Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, <...> tear apart your ego a little bit, show your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light could get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you [have] to transform your life.

itself. Although we never lived together or shared a bed, he was always a part of me. I saved stories for him all week, so I would have good things to tell him. I asked for his opinions, because I respected his ethics. I came to cherish his face precisely because it was his. Even his burn scars became beautiful to my eye.

People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that's holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you'll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake... they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then they leave. And thank God for it.

People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that's holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you'll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake.

Men and women who have lived together over long years get to know one another's failings; but they also come to know what is worthy of respect and admiration in those they live with and in themselves.

Very much of little consequence has transpired since last we met, my dear. Let's sit down for a drink and talk about none of it.

como dice García Márquez, se parece al amor, pero sin los problemas del amor.

The time we spent together happened outside of the world, is how it felt.

Sex is often a cheat - a shortcut of intimacy. A way to skip over knowing somebody's heart by knowing, instead, their mere body.

to be fully seen by somebody, then, and be loved anyhow- this is human offering that can be border on miraculous

I have known him nearly all my life, and I am going to marry him, so that there won't ever be a time when I shan't know him.

I love him too and believe he loves me, but does he like me, which is not the same as love?

and he flew in to her from the clutter of Somerville, the compost heap behind the Harvard Yard.

Finally he turned his head toward her face and brushed a kiss over her cheek. "I love you and I believe with all my heart that you love me as well. Why can't you say it, Hero?

I would do violence for one glimpse of your naked breasts. Bleed for one taste of your nipple on my tongue. (Winter Makepeace)

She gasped again and opened blue eyes lit with erotic mischief. "Are you trying to steal the reins from me?" Even with his penis buried deep within her, even moments from climax, he arched an eyebrow. "You have them only by my permission.