Quotes About Intimacy

A Token" My lady fair with soft arms, what can I say to you—words, words as if all worlds were there.

How dear you are to me, how love- ly all your body is, how all these senses do commingle, so that in your very arms I still can think of you.

What was better, after all, than being in love with your best friend?

Dan's smell lingered on the pillow. He'd been a gentle and patient lover, his hands firm but his touch soft, just as she'd imagined. He'd given her time to relax, to free her mind until she was no longer thinking, just reacting to the motion of his body and the touch of his hands. When she'd climaxed, she'd clung to him, not wanting the feeling, or him, to leave her.

How is that asshole?" "He still loves you and wants you to bear his children." "I'd rather pull my uterus out through my nostrils with a coat hanger.

I've been married so long I wouldn't know flirting if a woman took off her top in front of me.

Please don't give me words; give me a hug. Don't tell me that I'm holding up so well; break down with me and admit our shared wretchedness. Don't feign some bright mountaintop; walk with me through the dark valley where neither of us can utter a word.

Tree at my window, window tree,My sash is lowered when night comes on;But let there never be curtain drawnBetween you and me.

He had never been able to understand the assumption of intimacy fans felt with those they had never met.

All love, ultimately, is self-love.

The feel of her was both new and familiar, as though he had held her a long time ago, as though he had missed it without knowing it for years.

But he was her best friend.

but somehow, with the wind and rain whipping around them, an air of the confessional had descended upon the house.

Robin's personal experience of the wilder shores of sexual adventurousness was non-existent. She'd only ever had one sexual partner and had reasons beyond the usual for wishing to trust the person with whom she went to bed.

Yo siempre digo que, si una chica vive con un hombre sin estar casados, es que lo quiere de verdad —repuso Satchwell—. Porque no hay nada que la retenga, sólo sus sentimientos, ¿no es así?

Sometimes she found casual physical contact with men almost unbearable

If only she could come inside his head and see what was there, Strike thought, she'd understand that she occupied a unique place in his thoughts and in his affections.

Strike, meanwhile, was reflecting that Robin had never before called him 'Strike' when annoyed. Perversely, it had sounded more intimate than the use of his first name. He'd quite enjoyed it.

Smoking in silence as she concentrated on navigating through the increasingly heavy morning traffic, Strike noted how much he liked making her laugh. He also recognized that he felt much happier, much more comfortable, sitting here in this ramshackle Land Rover talking inconsequential nonsense with Robin than he had felt last night at dinner with Elin.

Jack said, 'The only friends we don't spare--who do not escape our scrutiny--are our lovers and those who become our enemies.

I think kissing is what separates us from the animals and makes us divine.

Every exchange making him feel like an idiot, making him draw his spine up straight and making him fiddle with his hair, and all he wanted to do was to see her naked on the floor. Not brutal, not unkind, enraptured.

He wanted to slice her open and lie inside the warm blood of her body.

He loved her so much he felt his bones would break. Loving her was like lying in a bed of nettles, and the feel of her skin against his was the only balm, the only time the stinging stopped, while, for her, he was the warm bath she took to stave off the cold waterfall of Boaty's indifference.