Quotes About Intimacy

There was no one in the world but Sydney and me just then, and the only things that mattered were our love and the way I felt in her arms.

Yes. I love you." "I love you too.

I can pull you closer, if you want," he said. "Just to see how much she cares.

A year. We'd known each other only a year, but we'd lived a lifetime in it.

You aren't afraid of throwing yourself in the path of danger, but you're terrified of letting anyone in.

It was like we were starving or drowning, and only the other person could save us.

Long moments passed, and finally she rolled onto her side too so that our backs faced one another. Icy silence fell. So much for a peaceful or romantic night.

This is a lot better than loving from afar," I told him.

Me cogió la cara entre sus manos con unos ojos llenos de intensidad y de deseo con un poco de asombro. -Dime Rose Hathaway ¿Qué eres? ¿eres real? eres un sueño dentro de un sueño, me da miedo que tocarte me vaya hacer despertar y que desaparezcas.

We had just paid the check when Dimitri's cell phone rang. "Hello?" he answered. And like that, his face transformed. That fierceness I so associated with him softened, and he practically glowed. "No, no. It's always a good time for you to call, Roza." Whatever the response on the other end was, it made him smile.

Honestly, my deepest longing was to have a normal relationship, to love and be loved

Es difícil cuando una persona pude ver tu alma. Te fuerza a abrirte. A ser vulnerable. Es mucho más fácil estar con alguien que sólo es un amigo ocasional. • capítulo 23

For now, there was just the two of us and this one perfect moment of togetherness.

I had never thought I could love another person this much. I also never thought I'd live in such fear of losing another person. Was that how everyone in love felt? Did they all cling tightly to their beloved and wake up terrified in the middle of the night, afraid of being alone? Was that an inevitable way of life when you loved so deeply? Or was it just those of us who walked on a precipice who lived in such a panic? I

Only now, standing with him, I realized it wouldn't be enough. It would only hurt more now, knowing exactly what I could never have again. I would never make love with Seth again, never have these intimate moments of comfort and rapport. He wasn't mine anymore. He never could be again.

I pressed her against the wall, bringing us closer together, and she wrapped a leg around my hip.

He brought his lips down to mine in a long, exquisite kiss, the kind that sent heat all the way to my fingers and toes and made me very conscious of the fact that there was a bed behind us. I pulled back before we accidentally got distracted.

I slid my hand to the sash in her robe and discovered she'd tied it with some sort of sailor's knot that only she could undo. "Oh, come on," I groaned. "Sorry," she said, laughing again. "I didn't even think about it. Honest.

What matters is that someone—that you—know me that well. When a person can see into your soul, it's hard. It forces you to be open. Vulnerable. It's much easier being with someone who's just more of a casual friend.

And as he took me into his arms, the rain didn't matter at all.

Amantium irae amoris integratio est.'" Lovers' quarrels are a part of love.

Where, precisely, was Private Anthony N. Marfione when he died on December 24, 1942? What were the last conscious thoughts of Lieutenant Hill P. Cooper before he left this earth on April 9, 1943? Was Sergeant Harry K. Midkiff alone when he crossed over on November 25, 1942, or did some good soul squeeze his hand and caress his forehead? The dead resist such intimacy. The closer we try to approach, the farther they draw back, like rainbows or mirages.

That night, he just picked, and they let the liquor run through their blood, circle their heart, and soften their heads, like a pillow, without laying down.

Would you feel better inside if someone said to you that they really "need" you, or if they said, "I really love you and I want to be with you?