Quotes About Intimacy

I am difficult to love, and I know it. I never learned the unconditional part, so trust evades me. Add sex and I fall apart, eventually retreating back into the swamp. Very few people can put up with me, and I can't blame them. I am a constant contradiction. I annoy myself.

very close at hand, and at the same

How many people still have that relationship with their ex, where you call each other up just to yell? It's like you're married: You're not having sex, and you're fighting.

And my body slopes toward yours no matter how level the ground.

Don't kiss me", he said, looking into Natalie's eyes. There was a second's silence. "Let me kiss you. I'm old-fashioned that way.

Because I wondered what it's like to be in love,' she said. 'I thought you might have been. I read about it in books, of course, but I just wonder what it's like.' 'Like butterflies and rainbows, I think,' I say. 'And feeling crazy and exhilarated and high, and sometimes terrible and sad.But mostly feeling like you and the person you love are part of your own little universe that just the two of you have made, and everyone else doesn't really matter. I think it's probably like that.

Greg is looking at me; he thinks I don't know it. I've been chopping onions at the kitchen counter for almost five minutes, and I can see his reflection – inside out, convex and stretched – in the chrome kettle we got as a wedding present. He's sitting at the kitchen table, checking me out.

He has decided to be our friend – indeed, the word in Greek can be even stronger, our lover – the one who really embraces us and is as close as we can imagine. Very near the heart of Christian prayer is getting over the idea that God is somewhere a very, very long way off, so that we have to shout very loudly to be heard. On the contrary: God has decided to be an intimate friend and he has decided to make us part of his family, and we always pray on that basis.

After an awkward beat, she takes off, leaving me alone and inches away from the guy I used to pillow-kiss when I first knew there was such a thing as kissing and that pillows were for practicing said art.

You can say no," he rasped, his breath warming her lips. "But you ought to know I've been thinking about this all day." Crystal savored the heat that slammed through her body as she placed her palms on his chest. Rising on tiptoe, she said softly, "Just do it, Tanner.

When you know my love, my love will warm you.

Standing at the end of the bed Mariana is sporting a black dildo, held in position with what looks to be a harness made of beautifully turned leather. Even the stitching is… who gives a fuck about the stitching, Jude? Holy shit, you are about to get fucked by the hottest woman on the planet.

Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.

Love comes with a knife, not some shy question, and not with fears for its reputation!

Love's secret is always lifting its head out from under the covers — "Here I am!"

And if you are a rose, I am rose-shadow.

At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language-door and open the love-window. The moon won't use the door, only the window.

When I am with you, we stay up all night. When you're not here, I can't go to sleep. Praise God for those two insomnias! And the difference between them.

Then, the cool kindliness of sheets, that soonSmooth away trouble; and the rough male kissOf blankets; grainy wood; live hair that isShining and free; blue-massing clouds; the keenUnpassioned beauty of a great machine;The benison of hot water; furs to touch;The good smell of old clothes.

His anger was still there, and he used it to break into her. He liked the way her eyes widened in alarm, as if he was forcing a lock, as if he was breaking and entering. It was the first time he'd ever slept with a woman and it felt like burglary.

You must tell me about it when you do,' she said. 'When you make love for the first time, I mean. I want to know what you think.' He glanced away from her, out of the window. An ice-cream parlour, a man with a dog, a tree. How was he going to get out of shopping next week? 'It's so wonderful, it's like,' and she left her mouth open while she thought, and then it came to her, and she smiled, 'it's like colours everywhere.

Sometimes the person you're closest to is the one you understand the least. Sometimes, when you're that close, everything just blurs.

She squeezed the left side of his face.

if you have secrets, you must have a friend to share them with