Quotes About Intimacy

porque nada une tanto como la clandestinidad compartida

Acquire the habit of speaking to God as if you were alone with Him, familiarly and with confidence and love, as to the dearest and most loving of friends.

It would be impossible to think it's just about sex with a woman like you. You demand more without even trying. I'm set on giving you more. Sex is only an introduction- Amon Mikende

Throughout the past, there has been a lack of intimacy, affection, and regard for Islam by Christianity. This, to a large extent, has been due to a lack of knowledge of the great human and spiritual ideals for which Islam and the teachings of Islam stand.

I love you," I whisper. "And I love you." He smiles, his lips seeking mine. "Always have. Always will.

in the end, all I want is to be with him. It's the only way my life feels complete.

I'm after something far more esoteric than a virginal shag. Though, if you'd like, darlin', I'm certainly up for the task.

Haven's warm, clammy palms press hard against my cheeks as the tarnished edge of her silver skull ring leaves a smudge on my skin.

After two solid weeks of waking up in Damen's bed, wrapped in Damen's arms, you'd think I'd have grown used to it by now. But nope. Not even close. Though I could get used to it. I'd like to get used to it.

And just as I start to move past him, my hip accidentally rubs against his, and his face is so close, and his eyes so deep, that I can't help but lift my fingers to his smooth, sculptured cheek. Then without even thinking, I close my eyes, lean in, and kiss him.

Fue en esas primeras miradas, en esos primeros intercambios, que percibí no la incertidumbre del amor entre los dos, sino más bien la apremiante inevitabilidad del mismo.

Así es como se sienten los besos del hombre al que amas? Todo fuego y calor. De tonos púrpura. Índigo. El rojo azulado que corre por nuestras venas antes de tocar el aire. Quiero besarlo por siempre. Mi cuerpo, como arena debajo de él, se amolda a su forma, la presión de su peso contra el mío.

Si te doy mi bendición, cásate con ella y hazle el amor como si ambos fueran el rey y la reina de su reino. Siente el latido de su corazón sobre el tuyo; aférrense el uno al otro.

Me parecía que ambos éramos almas perdidas que se aferraban la una a la otra, buscando a tientas la sensación de peso y de piel entre las manos, tratando de convencernos de que no éramos simplemente dos fantasmas que se evaporarían para integrarse con la fría neutralidad de nuestras sábanas.

Con o sin ropa, sigues estando desnuda.

But in order to survive in this foreign world, I had to teach myself that love was very much like a painting. The negative space between people was just as important as the positive space we occupy. The air between our resting bodies, and the breath in between our conversations, were all like the white of the canvas, and the rest our relationship—the laughter and the memories—were the brushstrokes applied over time.

If there's a place you should be able to put yourself first, it's in your own sexual fantasies.

Always you, since the moment I first lay my hands on you to heal that bullet wound. Since I fell inside your soul. Don't you know that by now, Quinn?

Quinn to Alaric ""No way, buddy. Don't touch me until we figure this out. You might electrocute me, which would totally ruin my day. Or, worse, it would send some kind of energy beam through me like when you, um, healed me earlier, and I'm not going to try making love to a glowing light stick just yet." Day, Alyssa. "Heart Of Atlantis.

I feel a lot healthier when I'm having sex. Physically. I feel all these jitters when I wake up in the morning. Just energy jitters. I take vitamins, I work out every day. When I'm having sex, I don't have that.

The nature of the epistolary genre was revealed to me: a form of writing devoted to another person. Novels, poems, and so on, were texts into which others were free to enter, or not. Letters, on the other hand, did not exist without the other person, and their very mission, their significance, was the epiphany of the recipient.

L'amour n'est pas la spécialité des humains.

En el amor, veo una artimaña de mi instinto para no asesinar al otro[...]

No existe nombre para la violación de un diario. Lo cual demuestra que es más grave. No tiene nombre.