Quotes About Intimacy

Has that line ever worked for anyone?" "I'm not feeding you lines. I mean every word." … "Day One of my life was the day I met you." "Okay, that's a winner. You can put it in.

There is such sweet pain in parting that I could hang forever on thine arms, and look away my life into thine eyes.

Most people, if they're doing really well in their career, often don't have the right intimacy with their partner, or they're doing great in their home life, but their finances are a mess.

Eating is so intimate. It's very sensual. When you invite someone to sit at your table and you want to cook for them, you're inviting a person into your life.

I do not see my family life in any way, shape, or form as an opportunity for a photo.

It was the kiss by which all the others of his life would be judged and found wanting.

You don't even really get used to doing scenes where you have to kiss, or be particularly intimate, with another person who's not actually your lover in real life.

The main problem in developing a deep prayer life is by far the failure to live the radicality of the Gospel, hour by hour and day by day.

I wouldn't cut you out of my life Clary, any more than I would cut off my right hand and give it to someone as a Valentine's Day gift." Gross," said Clary. "Must you?" Simon grinned. "I must.

I'll tell you no lies. The only sea I saw Was the seesaw sea With you riding on it. Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs.

Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs.

An acquaintance had become a lover, might become a husband, but would retain all that she had noted in the acquaintance; and love must confirm an old relation rather than reveal a new one.

somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyondany experience, your eyes have their silence.

Better than chocolate, being with you last night. Silly me, I thought that nothing was better than chocolate.

Secrets are more powerful when people know you've got them.

One day I looked at Gat, lying in the Clairmont hammock with a book, and he seemed, well, like he was mine. Like he was my particular person.

Can I hold your hand?" he asked. I put mine in his. "The universe is seeming really huge right now," he told me. "I need something to hold on to." "I'm here.

Someone once wrote that a novel should deliver a series of small astonishments. I get the same thing spending an hour with you. Also, here is a green toothbrush tied in a ribbon. It expresses my feelings inadequately.

Love is when you give someone else the power to destroy you, and you trust them not to do it.

There's something about seeing a guy's feelings written down, something about him taking that risk and committing that heart to paper, that means so much more than anything he could just say.

I wanted to touch him like he was a bunny, a kitten, something so special and soft your fingertips can't leave it alone.

am not talking about fate. I don't believe in destiny or soul mates or the supernatural. I just mean we understood each other. All the way.

Open their souls. Open their veins. Wipe off their smiles. Be a family. Stay a family.

It was love, and it hit me so hard I leaned against the screen door that still stood between us, just to stay vertical. I wanted to touch him like he was a bunny, a kitten, something so special and soft your fingertips can't leave it alone. The universe was good because he was in it. I loved the hole in his jeans and the dirt on his bare feet and the scrab on his elbow and the scar that laced through one eyebrow. Gat, my Gat.