Quotes About Intimacy

Maybe real love is being able to ask, Do I have greens in my teeth?

If he looks at me with those eyes that laugh and wink, then it's just as if a little light goes on inside me.

I don't want to fall in love with you,' she said, pushing away. 'why not?' 'because you'll just end up using it against me.

I want someone wonderful. I want a man to love me the way Michael loves you. I want a man willing to fight for me. I want a man who won't let me walk away from him.

I'm not your father! I'm not Duke! I'm not some gent paying for half an hour in your bed!" His hands tightened on her arms. "I'm your husband! I don't take what you feel lightly. I love you. You're my wife!

Michael took a cloth and dried her hair. When he finished, he pulled her close and cradled her in his arms. "Flesh of my flesh," he whispered against her hair. "Blood of my blood.

Song of Solomon told me a man and woman's passion is intended to be mutual." His smile dissolved and he looked troubled. "A shared blessing.

Satan is an eternal being, like God. He may not know all things as God does or have God's power, but he knows our weaknesses even better than we do. He knows us intimately. He knows the evil desires of our heart and mind. He knows where and when to attack to gain the best advantage. Satan schemes and plays upon those things in order to separate us from God and bring about our destruction. Never underestimate him. Without our armor, we're vulnerable." Atretes

A man's hearted could rub deeper than any gift could reach.

Their eyes met and held. As he passed, Matthias spoke low. The lady's mine.

Espera —gritó—. ¡Espera! Miguel la tomó de la mano. —Aquí estoy. —Sintió que temblaba y la tomó en sus brazos—. No voy a dejarte aquí en la oscuridad. —Le levantó el mentón y la besó suavemente—. ¿Cuándo entenderás que te amo?

What about the other wifely duties? Michael glanced back at her. -When it means something more to you than work, we'll consummate the marriage

What do you feel now that I'm soft clay in your hands, Michael?" "Joy," he said. "Pure joy.

Wasn't that partly what it meant to be in love—that two people told each other everything, confiding without reserve or embarrassment their dreams, doubts, fears, plans, ambitions? Didn't being in love mean there was no need of secrets?

I should like friendship with you ... and trust. I should like that respect for each other which grows in the breast without demand for the huddlings of sex.

You should never be in the company of anyone with whom you would not want to die.

BOOK THREE THE PROPHET No woman, no man, no child ever was deeply intimate with my father.

Only once did Idaho speak. "You're not a virgin." "Nor are you, Love." "Love," he whispered. "Love, love, love . . ." "Yes . . . yes!" In

the tender indignities of physical love, the sharing and communion of selves, the softness and the violence.

Big breasts in a woman and hard loins in a man (that tightly muscular look to the buttocks)—these were naturally important in sexual matchings. But without the eyes, the rest of it could go for nothing. Eyes were essential. You could drown in the right kind of eyes, he had learned, sink right into them and be unaware of what was being done to you until penis was firmly clasped in vagina. He

Love needs no guarantees.

They yawned and stretched in secret unison in their adjoining chambers

We're like a damned old married couple. Funny stories in the middle of the night.

With Angela drawn to the hangdog look and Malachy lonely after three months in jail, there was bound to be a knee-trmbler. A knee-trmbler is the act itself done up against a wall, man and woman up on their toes, straining so hard their knees tremble with the excitement that's in it.