Quotes About Intimacy

Love is a condition where the world seems to be standing still, and it's you who are spinning on your axis.

In a soulmate we find not company but a completed solitude.

For lack of an occasional expression of love, a relationship strong at the seams can wear thin in the middle.

Dare to be imperfect and one day there will tug at your sleeve a soulmate.

I guess, when you get down to it, a loving touch compensates for an unskilled hand about everywhere except in an airplane cockpit.

What good is love if you never ask anything of it?

There comes a point in a relationship when you realize that you trust someone enough to let them keep their secrets.

You know you have found love when you can't find your way back.

You can as easily love without trusting as you can hug without embracing.

If God had intended us to be alone, there would be more pleasure in massaging our own shoulders.

It's sad when two people who could never part without a kiss come to the point where they never part and so never kiss.

I am a private person, but I will reveal this about myself: if you start massaging my shoulders, don't expect me to tell you to stop.

Being loved by all is little fun Unless you're also loved by one.

As a general guideline, never marry anyone that you can't picture helping you go to the bathroom.

What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?

If you join two lives, there is oft a scar. They are one and one, with a shadowy third; One near one is too far.

So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.

A secret's safe'Twixt you, me, and the gatepost!

The rain set early in tonight, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And did its best to vex the lake: I listened with heart fit to break. When glided in Porphyria; straight She shut the cold out and the storm, And kneeled and made the cheerless grate Blaze up and all the cottage warm;

Trying to get our emotional needs met through sex does not work.

His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony;Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither—They had been fou for weeks thegither.

She is a winsome wee thing,She is a handsome wee thing,She is a lo'esome wee thing,This sweet wee wife o' mine.

No cord nor cable can so forcibly draw, or hold so fast, as love can do with a twined thread.

We also confuse trust with familiarity.