Quotes About Intimacy

spiritual marriage is like rain falling from heaven into a river

But attention focused on their inane sexual banter, especially Charles's juvenile wish to be reincarnated as a tampon so he could "live inside your trousers.

In England the upper class always have had separate bedrooms," explained their cousin Lady Pamela Mountbatten (later Hicks). "You don't want to be bothered with snoring, or someone flinging a leg around. Then when you are feeling cozy you share your room sometimes. It is lovely to be able to choose.

He stroked Sido's cheek and bent down to kiss her, whispering what his heart had always known, what he had never said before to anyone. 'I love you, I always will.

There was a time to be alone, but a time when a close friend filled that space so much better.

If a man lets all of my dogs sleep in the bed with us, then that is the most romantic thing. You must love my dogs in order to love me. A man who is nice to my animals and doesn't shoo them away - well, that's the height of romance.

What works in a relationship of very public people is not making the relationship public - keeping it as personal as it can be. It's the only way it is real.

Love should not be by the body. Love should be by the heart.

Siempre seremos tú y yo.

He tratado de entregarte, para que tú lo retuvieras en tu puño, para que lo acogieras en tu pecho, junto a tu corazón desfalleciente, el significado de un instante: el instante en el que por la amplitud de mi deseo, supe que eras mía.

It's not that we think too much about sex, it's that we don't think enough of it.

When you get aroused playing Scrabble, that's love, baby.

The question that surrounds lovemaking is, "Did you cum?" and the unasked question beneath that is, "Am I all right?

Why do you say money? when do you need someone to hold

El hombre y la mujer amándose mutuamente son verdaderamente dos arpas de milagrosas armonías, un éxtasis de gloria, aquello que no se puede definir porque si se define se desfigura. Eso es amor.

He gave me an inside of ice so I'd never love you. But it didn't work. You are so close. You are the only warm thing to me. So warm, I am melting.

Two people who live their lives alone in rooms doing strange, gentle things can sometimes be together in the middle of a dangerous storm in a house made of glass.

Arthur takes a seat beside her. The colored lights bounce off his eyeglasses and Louisa loses all interest in time-travel technology. The future and the past disappear. All she feels is the tension between two bodies. How his head had been in her lap. How her hand had been wrapped inside his. The tension leaks down her throat. The belly. The muscle. And something forged. A weld. A softness. A vagueness that is rather quickly being sharpened into a point aimed directly at Louisa's heart.

I feel something foreign bloom between my husband and me, an intruder, a mold. I see my husband with eyes that don't know him, as if he quite suddenly became a man from Brazil, or grew a beard, or started speaking in a southern accent. As if after eleven years of marriage he somehow had all of his secrets returned to him, made secret again.

Some nights I want Jude so badly I imagine I am giving birth to him.

What makes a home? Take your hands in his. This plus this. What makes the unsaid audible? The distance between us.

Somehow he held himself in check, willing away the tension strung throughout his form. Releasing a sigh, he kissed her knuckles, then rested his chin against her temple, inhaling the beguiling scent of lilies, aware of the silky little tendrils of hair that brushed his mouth. It brought a surprising peace to his soul.

All I say is that I don't go out with famous men.

But is it true love, in the rectum? Thats what bothers me sometimes.