Quotes About Intimacy

The pulsations of the arteries along my fingers pressing across hers, told her what was passing within me: she look'd down—a silence of some moments followed.

Your eyes. It's a day's worth of work to look into them.

Their first actual kiss was a one-celled organism which, after they had been standing on the stairway kissing for some time, evolved into something rather grander--a bird of paradise, for example.

We sit there, our eyes locked on one another, for several seconds. I know in my heart we're both thinking the same thing. Jacob leans forward over the candle, the shadow of the flame dancing against his bottom lip. I lean forward to meet him as well. It's a kiss full of promise, of trust, and of all that is magic.

My grandmother used to say that there's something truly intimate about sharing food with the people you love. [Stacey] Intimate? Sharing food? People you love? Amber raises an eyebrow. Um, no offense, Stace, but it sounds like Gram was into food kink.

it's a kiss full of promise, of trust and of all that is magic.

I kissed him until everything that hurt inside me melted into a pool of black water so deep I couldn't touch the bottom. As long as I was touching him, I wouldn't drown.

They mean hot like 'I'm too good for you I got my own money don't be frontin' me.' You're more like 'Be my boyfriend I'll make you cookies come meet my dad ' know what I mean

Persephone tucks a lock of Ophelia's hair behind the shell of her ear and Ophelia takes Persephone's hand and gently kisses the palm.

It means, 'You are my heart.'" I leaned forward, took her hands in mine, and whispered into her ear. "You have always been my heart, Country." Before I could kiss her, Isabel kissed me.

two opposites of rape To have sex is human. To make love, Divine.

little homey details to remind Wife Number One who wears the diamond ring around here.

Could he hear my heart pounding?

At best, love is simply the slipping of a hand in another's, of knowing you are where you belong at last, and of exchanging through the eyes that all-consuming regard which ignores everybody else on earth.

I took to the...Library as to a lover...

When we arrived at his cottage we had known each other forever.

How could he have known? How could he know my body better than I did myself? How could he foresee that a thumbnail run up my spine would—) "By God," he murmured throatily into my hair. "I've wanted to do that since the moment I laid eyes upon you.

No, liebchen, not if it's too painful for you to talk about it." "Devious sheenie bastard." "Devious, yes. Sheenie, yes. Bastard, no. What did you used to do in bed?

I threw myself down upon that small soft body, and her hand clutched me and tucked me home. She worked and strained in sweet agony beneath me. I brought her there. I heard her cry out and felt her quiver, and then I melted at last inside her in unutterable delight.

When you really love, you can never be hurt.

One word 'love' has to do service for so many different kinds of the same animal.

Let us go to bed together and ignore the loutish reality of the world.

In marriage they legitimized despair," and "Every kiss is the conquest of a repulsion.

How difficult it is to analyse these relationships which lie under the mere skin of our actions; for loving is only a sort of skin-language, sex a terminology merely.