Quotes About Intimacy

If you have to be in love, you should not be. The English expression "falling in love" is very significant. You don't climb in love, you don't stand in love, you don't fly in love, you fall in love. Something of you should fall or melt away to accommodate the other. There is a distinction between a transaction and a love affair. A love affair need not be with any particular person; you could be having a great love affair with life itself.

I have also read recently about groups of young white couples who get together, the husbands throw their house keys into a hat, then, blindfolded, the husbands draw out a key and spend the night with the wife that the house key matches.

He was going on four years of longing, of wanting to touch her, taste her, simply be near her.

Fuck me sideways. I love you." My hands stilled before I pushed him off. "Uh. Thanks.

Now roll onto your side so we can spoon." "Oh, God. Not snuggling!" "Get used to it," said Adam as he pushed me onto my side and pressed his rock-hard body against mine. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. "Relax," he said, his voice sleepy. "You're not lying on a bed of scorpions.

I hugged him. He wrapped his arms around me as I rested my head to his chiseled chest.

Her silence is mine.

I'm ready for my companion to have her way with me, to give her what she wants.

laisser entrer quelqu'un dans sa vie, c'est abattre les murs qu'on a construits pour se protéger, pas attendre que l'autre les enfonce !

Then it became a biological metaphor in the birth stories: Jesus as Son of God was conceived by the Spirit of God, not by a human father. Ultimately, it became a metaphysical or ontological claim: Jesus as the only begotten Son of God is of one substance with God. But initially, to see Jesus as the Son of God points to a relationship of special intimacy and agency.

Trust no one unless you have eaten much salt with him.

What can be more delightful than to have some one to whom you can say everything with the same absolute confidence as to yourself?

I worked with Diodotus the Stoic, who made his residence in my house, and after a life of long intimacy died there only a short time ago.

What is sweeter than to have someone with whom you may dare discuss anything as if you were communing with yourself? How could your enjoyment in times of prosperity be so great if you did not have someone whose joy in them would be equal to your own?

Comfort was the author of The Joy of Sex, an illustrated 1972

You are the woman who desires my kiss, and I thirst for you.

He took my fingers in his, and for a long moment we remained still. Two old bodies linked together by our hands and by the thousands of tender words we no longer need to speak.

Women have curious ways of hurting someone else. They hurt themselves instead; or else they do it so the guy doesn't even know he's been hurt until much later. Then he finds out. Then his dick falls off.

How could I be sleeping with this particular man.... Surely only true love could justify my lack of taste.

Nobody dies from the lack of sex. It's lack of love we die from.

Cleverness is a quality a man likes to have in his wife as long as she is some distance away from him. Up close, he'll take kindness any day of the week, if there's nothing more alluring to be had.

You can wet the rim of a glass and run your finger around the rim and it will make a sound. This is what I feel like: this sound of glass. I feel like the word shatter . I want to be with someone.

If I thought this would never happen again I would die. But this is wrong, nobody dies from lack of sex. It's lack of love we die from.

I'll make you mine, lovers said in old books. They never said, I'll make you me.