Quotes About Intimacy

The soul hath snatched up mine all faint and weak, And placed it by thee on a golden throne, -- And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!) Is by thee only, whom I love alone.

Say over again, and yet once over again, That thou dost love me...-toll The silver iterance!

I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

I think of thee!-my thoughts do twine and bud About thee, as wild vines, about a tree... Yet, O my palm-tree, be it understood I will not have my thoughts instead of thee Who art dearer, better!

Wie ich dich liebe? Lass mich zählen wie. Ich liebe dich so tief, so hoch, so weit, als meine Seele blindlings reicht [...].

Well, then, I am getting deeper and deeper into correspondence with Robert Browning, poet and mystic, and we are growing to be the truest of friends.

While I throw off the ceremony, I hold the faster to the kindness.

The words were low, more shape than breath.

The kiss tasted of bitter sleep, the sourness of the wine. Something brought by each of them.

The salt and blood of him filled her mouth, and now her flaws were tingling, itching too. She leaned in, purring, and he backed up a step.

She's my whole goddamned world.

He ducked his head and kissed the tattoo of a sorcerer, nestled just between her breasts.

Carel looked at me, stricken. Bound to me, and by more than tangles in my hair.

Baines came up behind him, a hulking form, breathing softly. He smelled of soap and wine and rosewater and lightly of fresh sweat.

A companionable hand on his shoulder made him shiver.

Silent understanding: all he could give her now.

She leaned into the embrace for a long, quiet moment, listening to the pounding of his heart.

Kit turned to him and blinked, candlelight cupping his cheek like a hand.

Kit held his breath as Lucifer came to him, tilted his chin up with a wing-tip touch, wordlessly eased open his tight folded arms with a brush of gentle feathers.

The Devil's lips hovered over Kit's, satin as rose petals, the warm brush of breath on Kit's skin and the warmth of a presence clos enough to stir the fine hairs on his cheeks.

A warm hand rested on Rien's nape. It was comforting, and it sent a shiver between her shoulders. She swallowed and licked salt from her lip and tried to think of what to say.

She was not prepared for Mallory to pull away before Rien thought the kiss was half finished, quickly nipping at Rien's lower lip and then pressing a finger against it. And then it was dark eyes, brown and transparent as coffee, with green and amber flecks swimming under the surface of Mallory's breath across her mouth.

She had to turn away from his eyes before she found her voice. He put a lump in her throat too big to talk around.

He held the book close to his face, open, cupped in the palm of his hands, inhaling the oak-leaf scent of the pages.