Quotes About Intimacy

Una sonrisa, y desmontas mi armadura.

Ç?plakt?k ç?plakl???m?z s o n s u z a de?iyordu

It is impossible to throw away the stroking on our hair.

Humour is a cog in the machine we call love.

The closer a man and woman are to God, the closer they are to each other. -Aaron Jhinkoo

Your spouse is your closest relative and is entitled to depend on you as a committed ally, supporter, and champion.

Lift you hips for me my love

This is another aspect of nik??, the obligation to satisfy one's spouse. Nik?? and unconsummated marriage are mutually exclusive. Abstinence of a hundred and twenty days is a maximum not to be exceeded in any circumstances.

Privacy is precious. Respect it. Own it.

Should I draw you the picture of my heart, it would be what I hope you still would love, though it contained nothing new. The early possession you obtained there, and the absolute power you have ever maintained over it, leave not the smallest space unoccupied.

When he is wounded, I bleed. {page 262 of John Adams}

Men fake it because they can't get it up and get it right.

He had a theory that bedroom Amharic and bedside Amharic were really the same thing: Please lie down. Take off your shirt. Open your mouth. Take a deep breath... The language of love was the same as the language of medicine.

If Norman had found a way, had stumbled on a path--or, indeed, if he had not found a way--then I wanted to know. I was after something more intimate, something less elegant and Kübler-Ross's stages of denial, anger, bargaining, grieving and acceptance. I simply wanted to know how to accomplish a good death.

She listens. She knows he has heard her. Because, as was always his way, he expresses his love for her the only way he knows how: through his silence.

she offered her arms, her hands, her kisses . . . and her willingness to be wounded.

I want to give you something, or I want to take something from you. But I want to feel the exchange, the warm hand on the shoulder, the song coming out and the ear holding onto it.

I swear, I'll try harder not to miss as much: the tree, or how your fingers under still sleep-stunned sheets coaxed all my colors back.

dearest, can you tell, I am trying to love you less.

What they love is love and being in love." They are in the grip of

She and I were storytellers. Swapping stories constituted our good times. That's what sustained our marriage until, I guess, stories weren't enough.

Commander Ga went on, "I know you pretended to be asleep one morning to give me more time to study you, to allow me to see the knot in your collarbone where someone had hurt you. You let me see the scars on your knees, scars that tell me you once knew real work. You wanted me to know the real you.

She's read every word I've written," he said. "That's the truest way to know someone's heart.

Inside is where the son and the father will always be holding hands.