Quotes About Intimacy

Writer and apologist C. S. Lewis isn't known for his philosophy on self-esteem or his musings on the legitimacy of feelings, but he did make an observation about Christians and their relationship to Christ that I think Fred would agree with: "When they are wholly His they will be more themselves than ever.

That's what we both wanted. To be read. To be asked. To have someone in our lives we couldn't fool.

the essence of prayer is relationship

Tom lifted his other hand and rested it lightly on Reese's slim hip, barely holding on. "I want to kiss you.

You want to know why I don't have many friends here? At least not ones that count, according to your fucking standards handed down from on high, princess? Because I figured it out. What the difference is between friends and casual acquaintances. Between lovers and fuck buddies.

Sometimes I wonder if that's the thing that will break us in the long run. That it's so hard for you to trust in us.

didn't often wake up in a man's bed period.

If you really love someone, you want to know what they ate for lunch or dinner without you.

Okay," Crick said, rolling his eyes. "I give. Which part of my body is more interesting than my ass?" Deacon rewarded his obtuseness with a smack to the head. "Your heart, you fuckin' moron...

and his head and shoulders were on the bed next to the boy who had captured his heart like cupped hands would capture a butterfly, and had never, ever clutched him too tight and never let him go.

Sex was lovely. Sex was sublime. Sex was flesh and cock and suck and fuck and come. This night sex was starlight. Sex was oxygen. Sex was us, and we were beautiful, beautiful and perfect in each other's arms.

You're my friend," Chris whispered back, and his other hand came up so he could rub Xander's lower lip with his thumb. "That makes you beautiful.

The whole world heard you tell poor Angie Robinson that "Chris Edwards was your heart"—man, it's one of the most fucking romantic things I've ever heard.

This time, he fumbled for Collin's hand in the elevator. He still felt like a thief, there was no denying it, but sometimes thieves stole things because they needed them to live.

That smile, right there?" "Yeah?" "I've known you my entire life. You only smile like that for me.

I lowered my mouth to his ear and said, "I think you're my everything.

Every heartbeat screams your name

Like" is a mild sort of word for what Con and I have," Collin replied, leaning forward to touch noses with the big doofus. Constantine half-closed his eyes and twitched his whiskers back. "I"d go with the deeply twisted interpersonal relationship that a hero has for his nemesis, sort of a Batman/Joker thing, if the Joker suddenly started going down on Batman like a porn-star on Viagra." Jeff looked at him in alarm. "Jesus, Sparky, stop touching my cat!

I blew through her like baby's breath through a dandelion, and my soul left its mark on hers. Forever. In one night, I'd bound her too me for as long as she lived, and I had no words to tell her. When I woke the next night, to see her there, above me, the relief radiating from every line of her body, I thought it was more of a miracle than my first rising.

They made love until Chris had to leave for the airport, without sleeping at all. After Chris had left, wearing wrinkled jeans and Xander's sweat and seed on his skin, Xander flopped back onto the bed and looked miserably at the clock.

That night Tommy kissed him and eased his way into Chase's body so gently that when Chase came, his vision washed in white, not red, and it did for him what sex with Tommy always did for him: set him free and let him fly.

I thought your boyfriend died?" Nicky asked, and it was actually a good question, and I was so mad that I wasn't even embarrassed to answer him. "We were three," I choked out. "I had a night lover and a day lover," I said, and it felt like poetry, just to say it there in public in the middle of the quad, under the foggy sun. "And they loved each other like night loves the day. And then the night lover died, and the day lover and I were naked in the sunshine, with only ourselves for cover.

A kiss is good. I think kisses are where all good things start.

I love you, McKay. I love you so much it would kill me not to try.