Quotes About Intimacy

He didn't understand why everyone fussed about taking clean clothes out of a drawer. Underclothes smelled a lot more interesting after the female wore them.

He put his arms around her and brushed his lips against hers once, twice. Then his mouth settled over hers and lingered. As he eased back, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. "I think we like it," Meg breathed. "I think we should try it again. Just to be sure." They tried it several more times, just to be sure, and eventually decided that they did like kissing. They liked it a lot

He hadn't observed Kowalski or Debany licking their mates' hands.

She stared at him for a long moment. Then she put her hand in his . . . and broke his heart.

I was going to make some tea," [Marian] said. "It's cold tonight." [Lucivar] returned the smile, then gave her a long, very thorough kiss. "I have a better way to warm you up.

Was she cold? If he'd stayed with her last night, she wouldn't be cold.

You are my breath, my life, my heart.' " Saetan smiled. "Does that say enough?" Tears stung his eyes. "That says everything.

He studied her for a long moment. Then he took that last step, bringing him right next to her chair. He leaned over. One hand cupped her face while his lips lightly brushed her cheek. The Sadist whispered in her ear, "He was grateful when I let him die." She shivered—and knew he felt the shiver.

He gently rapped her nose with his finger. "But that means you can't go telling him our secrets." Jaenelle looked at him, wide-eyed. "Do we have any?" "Not yet," he grumped, "but I'll make one up just so we do.

And indeed I know not whether, at the time, it was not for him rather than myself that I blushed; for, since he and I are one, I so identify myself with him, that I feel his degradation, his failings, and transgressions as my own; I blush for him, I fear for him; I repent for him, weep, pray, and feel for him as for myself; but I cannot act for him; and hence, I must be and I am, debased, contaminated by the union, both in my own eyes, and in the actual truth.

I would rather have your friendship than the love of any other woman in the world.

Men's concern with status differentials has implications for their intimacy with friends. Because an element of competition always exists between them, men are wary about self-disclosure to other men.

It is women who act as the gatekeeper in terms of the frequency of sex. For example, it is women, not men, who decide at what point in a relationship sexual intercourse will take place and that point is later than men typically want.

How does distance look?" is a simple direct question. It extends from a spaceless within to the edge of what can be loved.

I suppose you do love me, in your way," I said to him one night close to dawn when we lay on the narrow bed. "And how else should I love you —in your way?" he asked. I am still thinking about that.

Humans in love are terrible. You see them come hungering at one another like prehistoric wolves, you see something struggling for life in between them like a root or a soul and it flares for a moment, then they smash it. The difference between them smashes the bones out. So delicate the bones.

for when I look at you, even for a moment, no speaking is left in me

I have never known a closeness like that (…) I guess it never ends. A brother never ends. I prowl him. He does not end.

And the reason he cannot bear her dying is not the loss of her (which is the future) but that dying puts the two of them (now) into this nakedness together that is unforgivable.

To feel anything deranges you. To be seen feeling anything strips you naked.

his voice saying, You beauty. I can feel that beauty's heart beating inside mine as she presses into his arms in the high blue room–

You know who I am. You know my naked power.

He felt Herakles' hand move on his thigh and Geryon's head went back like a poppy in a breeze --

Don't want to be free want to be with you.