Quotes About Intimacy

For love concentrates on the object, sex concentrates on the subject.

sex seeks the part; love the totality.

For love concentrates on the object, sex concentrates on the subject. Love is directed to someone else for the sake of the other's perfection; sex is directed to self for the sake of self-satisfaction.

A secret is something a body tells to one person at a time.

Posseït Sóc més lluny que estimar-te. Quan els cucs faran un sopar fred amb el meu cos trobaran un regust de tu. I ets tu que indecentment t'has estimat per mi fins al revolt: saciada de tu, ara t'excites, te me'n vas darrera d'un altre cos, i em refuses la pau. No sóc sinó la mà amb què tu palpeges.

It was as if they had leapt over the arduous cavalry of conjugal life and gone straight to the heart of love. They were together in silence like an old married couple wary of life, beyond the pitfalls of passion, beyond the brutal mockery of hope and the phantoms of disillusion: beyond love. For they had lived together long enough to know that love was always love, anytime and anyplace, but it was more solid the closer it came to death.

The world is divided into those who screw and those who do not. He distrusted those who did not—when they strayed from the straight and narrow it was something so unusual for them that they bragged about love as if they had just invented it.

She let him finish, scratching his head with the tips of her fingers, and without his having revealed that he was weeping from love, she recognized immediately the oldest sobs in the history of man.

Siento que la conozco menos cuanto más la conozco. (Del amor y otros demonios).

Le escribió entonces una carta febril de veinte pliegos en la que soltó sin pudor las verdades amargas que llevaba podridas en el corazón desde su noche funesta. Le habló de las lacras eternas que él había dejado en su cuerpo, de la sal de su lengua, de la trilla de fuego de su verga africana.

Cuando terminó, Cayetano tomó la mano de Sierva María y la puso sobre su corazón. Ella sintió dentro el fragor de su tormenta. Siempre estoy así, dijo él.

You could be a gambler. A thief, for all I know. Besides—" He captured her hand and stopped her from walking on, holding her in place. "Besides what, you insufferable prude?" "Prude, eh? Do you need another kiss to remind you what a prude I am?" "Don't you dare." "Then don't call me names." "You started it.

You wrong yourself and me by assuming my interest in you is purely physical," he went on. "I told you I am eager to further our acquaintance. I want to know what you think about things. What you want out of life. What you dream. -Lucien to Alice

You're safe now .. . and I love you." She lifted her face and turned to him, her eyes wide at his words, her lips soft and trembling. "I love you, too, Robert," she said very quietly. "I shouldn't, but I do.

Blade," she murmured with a sweet, ingenuous gaze, sliding her arms around his neck in sensual welcome, "do you promise not to think too badly of me even if I like it?" A smile curved his lips. "My lady," he replied huskily, "I have every intention of making sure you like it exceedingly.

I've been wanting to do this all night. Give me those luscious—" He ripped the front of her bodice open, freed her breasts, and buried his face between them. "Mmmm. God, I could devour you," he moaned as his hot, wet mouth captured her nipple. Bel gasped then let out a low, breathless laugh of delirious pleasure.

Their bodies glided together in trembling harmony. Heated skin, rhythmic panting, slamming heartbeats. They made love as if their lives depended on it. Oh, God-Rohan! Yes, Kate, he whispered raggedly in smitten agreement. Oh... my... Surrender to me, he breathed against her lips.

And of course it has nothing to do with the fact that I haven't been with a women since I came to your bed back in February-Devlin.

Kisses were better than potions.

I wished I could spend the rest of my life... being slightly crushed by someone who loved me.

During all my worrying about how and when and whether we'd ever get together again, I had neglected to imagine we might slip back together as naturally as a dislocated joint slipping back into place, followed by an ardor more straightforward than either of us had been capable of before.

Technically, on the spectrum of very bad things, they did nothing truly wicked. But of course, that spectrum has no measure for the greatest of all carnal sins, the kind that occurs before skin touches skin, before wondering turns to yearning, yearning to having, having to holding for dear life, when two people cling to each other so desperately that even when they lie, inches apart, neither is fully satisfied until the light between them turns to darkness.

Occasionally, she wondered if all couples struggled so much to understand one another, spoke so little at dinner together, spent so much time camped out in front of the TV. Did all women sometimes feel distanced from their man while they were making love?

But as always, the distance between them gave way to a need to be closer.