Quotes About Intimacy

I think I like you, " I muttered, pressing my face to his muscled torso in a hug. I felt his heartbeat under my ear."I think I like you back.

Tell him,' the woman said with a mocking smile, 'tell him that what he sees is the creature's member entering the body of its mate, doing what men and women must do ...

L'amore è una faccenda intima strana e piena di contraddizioni, visto che non di rado amiamo qualcuno solo perchè amiamo noi stessi, per egoismo, avidità, desiderio fisico, brama di dominare l'oggetto d'amore e asservirlo; o al contrario, per desiderio di asservirci e essere dominati dal nostro amante, e in fondo l'amore assomiglia all'odio e gli è più prossimo di quanto non si pensi normalmente.

Sometimes Yoel had the feeling that it was not his sexual organ but his whole being that was penetrating and luxuriating inside her womb. That he was entirety wrapped up and quivering inside her. Until with each caress the difference between caresser and caressed vanished, as though they had ceased being a man and a woman making love and had become one flesh.

Een vreemde die geen vreemde meer is, begint de geliefde meteen te benauwen. - Amos Oz

Možda je samo smrt ''nepovratna'', a i to ?u jednog dana ispitati sasvim izbliza i intimno.

Passadas duas semanas, no quarto dela, lá em cima, na água-furtada, entre uma pancada de chuva e a outra pancada de chuva, ele lhe pediu a mão. Não disse, Seja minha esposa, mas pediu assim: Se você se casar comigo, eu também me caso com você.

Curiosity and imagination are bound together. The age-old human urge to peek behind other people's drawn shutters, the eagerness to compare one's own intimate secrets with the secret intimacy of others, is an urge that may serve as an antidote to the fanatic's lust to murder the difference between himself and others. Or to kill anyone who refuses to change and declines to be exactly like him.

Love was not something that fell on a person out of a clear sky, but a warm affection that slowly grew from years of sharing life's toils.

If I ever totally fell for Ed, I realized, I'd have to be comfortable with the idea of becoming an audiophile-phile--someone who's in love with someone who's in love with stereo equipment.

I told him about the way they get to know you. Not the way people do, the way they flatter you by wanting to know every last thing about you, only it isn't a compliment, it is just efficient, a person getting more quickly to the end of you. Correction - dogs do want to know every last thing about you. They take in the smell of you, they know from the next room, asleep, when a mood settles over you. The difference is there's not an end to it.

The only time the word baby doesn't scare me is the time that it should, when it is what a man calls me.

Tutto quello che ho fatto con te era amore.

Laney is thinking about this as Donny fucks her. It feels good getting fucked in the ass like this. The pain, a final and utter submission. No man, she thinks, can love a girl whose ass he fucked. Or even think he loves. Later

Every word, every gesture is now loaded with ambiguity, nothing can be taken at face value. We speak to each other from a safe distance, pretending all the years we soaped each other's backs and pissed in front of each other never happened. We don't use any of the baby talk, code words, or short hand gestures that had been our language of intimacy, the proof that we belonged to each other.

Lust leaves you blind long after you've lost your mind in bed.

Turn around then and lean against that boulder with your bottom facing me. I'll enter you from behind. Are you damp yet?" In

Could you wrap your arms around me to keep me warm?

We both knew we were speaking about the effortlessness with which one falls in love without intending to, as if we were two stalks of bamboo bend toward each other by the chance of the wind. And then we bent toward each other and kissed, lost in the nowhere of being together.

I want us to love each other so deeply we ache with the fullness of it.

Hugging and being hugged by everybody in moments of sadness and triumph, because hugging is something that never came naturally to me, and now it does.

kiss, a pat on the rump, and a deep inhalation of my scent, as if he and I were dogs.

There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of the imagination. But there is a hierarchy: the kisses alone don't work.

Only the united beat of sex and heart together can create ecstasy.