Quotes About Intimacy

I like to feel sexy. I know my husband thinks I'm sexy. I think he is too. But I don't go out half-naked with 'sex' written across my back.

If you are interested in ideas, radio is way more pure than television. You're not distracted by somebody's nose or hair or posture. You can really see how someone thinks and penetrate to the essence of who that person is.

You never know really what anyone thinks about you - that's why all my closest friends are ones I've had since my schooling days when I was 5. And I surround myself with people who I trust and who know me.

Humans love sex, we need sex, it's how we connect, it reminds us we're alive, it's the third most basic human need, after food and good movie popcorn.

I've been standing at water coolers for the past thirty years talking to women about their love lives, and here's what I've learned: Eventually, most women I know want to be partnered.

He who lives in our mind is near though he may actually be far away; but he who is not in our heart is far though he may really be nearby.

When I'm kissing someone, I don't want to feel as though I'm rubbing off all the makeup that's on their face or messing things around. I think natural is better.

One of the hardest aspects of this protracted public persona is not knowing others as well as they feel they know me. It's a rather clumsy feeling actually; to not know someone who acts as though you're old friends.

I don't believe there is one most romantic act that a guy can do; I think it is all about the couple in question, which totally differs. It's about you thinking about the person you are with and doing something tailored and thoughtful for them.

The thoughts of those moved by natural human love are almost completely fastened on the beloved, their hearts are filled with passion for it, and their mouths full of its praises.

I think your most intimate thoughts are only honest when they're in your head.

I write and share my thoughts with very few people.

I don't think even when you find a person, you can be completely honest, ever. There's still pieces of you that you don't give away. I do believe you always need that place where it's just you, your thoughts, no one else's judgment or anything.

The knot of intimacy at the center of 'Ten Thousand Saints' is the friendship between Teddy McNicholas and Jude Keffy-Horn.

If a relationship is founded on love it doesn't end.

Sus labios balbucieron una palabra cariñosa: —Cutushito… —mientras estrechaba entre sus brazos, con el abandono que sólo da la costumbre, su propia almohada.

Anyone can be passionate but it takes real lovers to be silly.

Sex," decided Claudia, as she brushed her teeth that night, "is at the bottom of everything. If I don't hurry up and get some pretty quick I'm going to be definitely out of luck.

The quickest way to a man's heart is through his chest.

As the last note sobbed to death, we came face to face, closer than was natural, our steps meshed in the confined space.

he took my hand again, and I burned in the flame of him.

We gave each other, with our bodies, the commitment that neither of us dared put into words. We mated. There is no other word for it. We were equal—man and woman; neither asking what we could not give. And later, when the fury of passion had died away into peace and we were content to lie together, still part of each other, I remember thinking that whatever happened later I would always have something that could not be taken from me or lost. An unchangeable moment, encapsulated in time.

They looked into each other's faces; searching, renewing, re-evaluating. It was as if, without words, Rowena was saying: "I love you, and I have chosen you. There is room in our lives for other people too, now that we are sure of each other.

It was a small bothy, one step brought us to meet in the midst of it; my arms were around him, and his around me, the strong right arm and the maimed left that felt sapless and brittle as a bit of dead stick, and we held fast together, and wept somewhat, each into the hollow of the other's shoulder. Maybe it is easier to weep when one grows old, than it was in the flower of life.