Quotes About Intimacy

But at the same time I was grateful for the small dose of humiliation and pain he had inflicted on me. I went around the bed, sat on the edge beside him, and masturbated him. He let me do it, with his eyes closed. He ejaculated without a moan, as if he were feeling no pleasure.

Queres bem para toda a vida a pessoas que nunca chegas a saber quem realmente são.

But I felt everything right on top of me, breath against breath. I was tired, tired, tired. I said it loudly but voices die quickly, they seem alive in the bottom of the throat and yet, if articulated, they are already spent sounds.

We were fourteen, fifteen years old, and already knew the importance of silence in love.

Por primera vez a lo largo de estos cuatro largos años, siento que no estás lejos, estoy llena de ti, es decir de pintura.

Allí donde no le entiendas, en los espacios blancos, en los huecos, pon: Te quiero.

For Erika, the most profound evidence of love is failure.

it does not occur to brigitte to say leave me in peace. brigitte knows, there are so many woman who would like to turn a stranger's, her, brigitte's future into one of their own. so brigitte prefers to turn herself into an extension of heinz's limbs, into a part of heinz's body.

Sometimes I think there could be two kinds of love. There could be one rare kind that just naturally exists between certain people. Then there's the more common kind that is constructed.

Sometimes I think there could be two kinds of love. There could be one rare kind that just naturally exists between people. Then there's the more common kind that's constructed.

I thought about how wonderful it would be to walk around with him until the following morning. I really felt that way, even though he stressed me out so much, and all we ever did was mishear each other and say "What?" all the time.

What was it to know each other?

Sometimes, when I caught that glimmer of promise, I tried to touch myself to see if I could have an orgasm. It never quite worked. Afterward, when Mesut had gone into that weird trance, I wondered if I should get up and go to the bathroom and try to do it by myself in peace. But it always felt like more hassle than it was worth.

but even with Varenka, Koznyshev almost proposed to her when they were picking mushrooms. Koznyshev had therefore at least contemplated having sex with Varenka. There were no women in that book with whom nobody thought about having sex.

Your mouth was made to suck my kiss.

We took off our clothes, and we were basically in a sphere of love and light and warmth, and the rest of the world disappeared. It was better than I ever could have dreamed, it was that thing I had been looking for, that love mixed with the rapture of sex.

It was because all we wanted was each other's constant love and attention and for no one else to receive that love and attention, which is a selfish and difficult place to be in a relationship. We were emotionally retarded, and that was the best we could do at the time.

All sin is against love. Our relationship to God is like the intimate relationship of husband and wife. As such, sin is infidelity to love. When we sin, we break not just a commandment; we break God's heart, as the heart of one partner in marriage is broken when the other is unfaithful. Sin is personal unfaithfulness to Christ our Bridgegroom.

Let your religion be less of a theory and more of a love affair, "said G.K. Chesterton.

Marriage is a lie—the most beautiful lie two people can share.

There is, after all, no pleasure like that given by a woman who really wants to see you.

One passes through the world knowing few, if any, of the important things about even the people with whom one has been from time to time in the closest intimacy.

Human relationships flourish and decay, quickly and silently, so that those concerned scarcely know how brittle, or how inflexible, the ties that bind them have become.

Women may show some discrimination about whom they sleep with, but they'll marry anybody.