Quotes About Intimacy

Ah, il fiore dell'amore ha molti nomi

The easiest kind of relationship for me is with ten thousand people. The hardest is with one.

i mean, jillian gushed. you have this force connecting you. it's under the surface, but it runs deep.

Come on over here and meet my memories

There should always be a precious time together at the end of the working day. Turn off the phone, ignore the door, pour a glass of wine or fruit juice. Shed the world and learn about each other in your own romantic oasis.

You have to live with a painting as you do with a lover. It's that personal. You might want to change lovers. You might want to rearrange your paintings. That's the way it should be.

He is afraid, as suddenly he knows that he was afraid all along, that if he felt her body so close to him he would never let her go.

Marnie moved nearer and touched her hair. "Dear Anna, I love you more than any girl I've ever known.

You remember I said last night that you were my secret?" Anna nodded. "I knew just what you meant. You're mine.

Didn't you know, you're my secret?

Bay caressed his smooth cheek. "You shaved. It feels soft." He caught her hand and kissed her palm. "Go," he said, opening the bathroom door again. "Before I change my mind and you end up making love to a man who smells like a bear.

Something had been taken away from him in the war, against his will, and he would never be the same. Years in labour camps, in mountains, in salt mines: only solitude was natural to him now. Some part of him was terminally tired. He was beyond intimacy. The pretence at normality, the weight of the past, the unreality of the days here had exhausted him.

It's been so long since I made love I can't even remember who gets tied up.

Finally, he bent his head and brushed his mouth against hers. It was a light kiss, a feathering as soft as down, but enough to cause her eyes to drift closed as that familiar, shimmering warmth she'd never thought she'd ever feel again began to flow in her veins.

having a lover doesn't necessarily mean having someone to love".

Envy is a one-dimensional, shallow emotion. It roots in superficial soil and withers in the bright light of intimacy.

Let me tell you what I want,' he said fiercely. 'For a start, I want you. I told you that, but perhaps I didn't make myself clear. I want the whole package, hang-ups, fears and phobias, as well as the good parts.

We are as intimate with God as we choose to be."7 The only limitations of God's presence in our lives are the limits we ourselves set—the excuses we set up to avoid being filled to the measure with God.

Fuck, this is gonna piss you off and then you aren't gonna let me stick my dick in you," he muttered. "Do you have to be so crude?" I snapped. "Have you met me?" "Who says I'd let you do it anyway?" "Babe," he replied in a low, rough voice, raising his eyebrow at me.

Fuck, this is gonna piss you off and then you aren't gonna let me stick my dick in you," he muttered. "Do you have to be so crude?" I snapped. "Have you met me?

Jesus, you piss me off," he murmured. "Good thing your cunt's so fucking hot." "Don't call it that." His lip twitched. "Good thing your vagina's so gosh-darned hot," he whispered. "Because I really, really want to stick my penis in it and have repeated sexual intercourse, bringing us to a mutually satisfactory culmination of our desires. How's that sound?

Gonna fuck you now." "Sure," I whispered, dazed. "Not sure I'm gonna be able to participate too much, think you blew a circuit or something.

The fact that my dick's in it's happy place is probably saving your life. Trust me when I say I'm seriously considerin' strangling you, Sophie. Thinking about fuckin' you balances that out.

So, what do you think?" I asked. "About what?" "Fucking, of course. Remember? I'm not a need a little girl who needs protection, Hunter. I know what I want. Just lay back and relax because it's not personal. I'm just going to borrow you're dick for a while.