Quotes About Intimacy

If your pictures aren't good enough, you aren't close enough.

Amazing, I thought, how busily we had turned ourselves into people who didn't know one another very well.

And the strange thing was that it felt absolutely familiar, the curve of her arm under my hand and the weight of her head against my shoulder: not discovered but remembered. She felt the way I had always known she would feel. Even the tang of her fear was familiar.

Amazing, I thought, how busily we had turned ourselves into people who didn't know one another very well.

She had made it clear, as had Damian, that although the marriage solemnized a real commitment, it didn't mean she and I were finished. But we saw each other far less often than we once had. And to be honest, I was a little uncomfortable about sleeping with a married woman. Not because the relationship was immoral but because it was brutally asymmetrical.

There is nothing more calculated to expose a person's true character than enforced proximity

She was my—? I never knew what to call her. To say she was my girlfriend was absurd; no one the wrong side of thirty has a girlfriend. Partner wasn't right either, as we didn't live under the same roof. Lover? How could one keep a straight face? Mistress? Do me a favor. Fiancée? Certainly not. I suppose I ought to have realized it was ominous that forty thousand years of human language had failed to produce a word for our relationship.

Against the alchemy of two naked bodies in a bed in the darkness, and against all the complex longings and attachments and commitments such intimacy might arouse, he had nothing with which to fight.

It's better to copulate than not.

You wish me to tell you all of my secrets? I am grateful, but I am not in love.

Facing them (men) with knives and spears was much easier than loving them, much easier.

May we see the sun rise together, shade of my heart.

My heart and fortune, such as they are, already lie at your feet. Faile missed a step, then laughed softly and pressed her cheek against his booted calf. You are too clever for me, she murmured. One day I will dance it for you, and boil the blood in your veins. You already do that, he said, and she laughed again.

There was nothing a woman would not tell you if you kissed her enough.

He pushed a hand inside the blankets to feel her cheek, her shoulder. Trickles of water ran across her face as her hair melted. He was cold, but she was ice. She needed every scrap of warmth he could find for her...His sense of touch, enhanced by the Void and saidin, soaked in the feel of her. Her skin made silt feel rough.

Women lied to get a man into bed, and they lied worse once they had him there.

You have made a place in my heart where I thought there was no room for anything else

I know something of taking an enemy into your bosom. His blade goes in quicker when he is close." With

You are more precious to me than life. Never think I have abandoned you. When the sun shines on you, it is my smile. When you hear the breeze stir through the apple blossoms, it is my whisper that I love you. My love is yours forever.

Perrin laid a finger across her lips just as she opened her mouth. She bit him—hard—but she did not say anything.

Een hele mond vol,' mompelde ze, en drukte haar gezicht tegen de brede borst van haar echtgenoot. Het voelde heerlijk om op zijn kracht te steunen, al was het maar voor even, terwijl hij haar haren zacht streelde.

Elayne's first act in Caemlyn would be to get Rand alone and kiss him within an inch of his life.

in her eyes. Neither

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