Quotes About Intimacy

It was only I who had forgotten how well we knew each other.

A moment before, my heart seemed to stop. Now that feeling voiced itself in my mind: If Yuichi is with me, I need nothing else. It flashed for only an instant, but it left me extremely confused, dazzled as I was by the light given off by his eyes.

When I've fallen in love before, I've always tried to run it down and tackle it, but with him it would be different. The conversation we just had was like a glimpse of stars through a chink in a cloudy sky—perhaps, over time, talks like this would lead to love.

Ganz unabhängig davon, daß wir uns schon lange nicht mehr geküsst und auch keinen Sex mehr miteinander hatten... ich würde nie wieder inmitten der Dunkelheit so unbefangen, wie man einen Schluck Wasser trinkt, alles mit ihm teilen können...

Now that I come to think of it, I'd never been with a boy I could be totally honest with. Most of the time, the pattern would be that I'd hold back from mentioning something, thinking it wasn't really that important, and he'd insert his own assumptions into that space, interpreting things as he liked.

Por qué estando juntos, nos encontrábamos tan lejos?

Every time I look into his eyes I just want to take the ice cream or whatever I've got in my hand and rub it into his face. That's how much I like him.

Beyond watching eyes With sweet and tender kisses Our souls reached out to each other In breathless wonder And when I awoke From a vast and smiling peace I found you bathed in morning light Quietly studying All the messages on my phone (Love Poem)

Oooohh, I'm sorry Kazuha-chan. I don't think I can be a gentleman. (kiss)

When you consider something like death, after which. . . we may well go out like a candle flame, then it probably doesn't matter if we try too hard, are awkward sometimes, care for one another too deeply, are excessively curious about nature, are too open to experience, enjoy a nonstop expense of the senses in an effort to know life intimately and lovingly. — DIANE ACKERMAN

My father always said the first ten years of marriage were like a shakedown cruise. You couldn't fix the problems until you figured out where they were hiding.

An unguarded face is a deep well; you don't go there casually, without ropes or lamps.

Among men, sex sometimes results in intimacy; among women, intimacy sometimes results in sex.

Most of the time when you talk to people, nothing happens. It's all just, 'Pass me the salt,' and 'Remember to pick up some shampoo for me when you go to the drugstore.' But, when I talked to Jeff, I felt that he was touching my mind and I was touching his.

We didn't sit down after the waltz because the next set was fox trots. Someone had turned out the overhead lights and only the candles on the tables glimmered in the darkened room. Jeff held me very close to him and we moved silently through the dimness.

But belonging to someone and giving yourself to them were two very different things. One formed out of need, a tidy arrangement mutually beneficial to both parties, while the other involved laying yourself bare—something she'd never been very good at.

Men aren't the way they are because they want to drive women crazy; they've been trained to be that way for thousands of years. And that training makes it very difficult for men to be intimate.

The greatest gift you and your partner can give your children is the example of an intimate, healthy, and loving relationship.

How about this—Romeo, you lean in several times as if you want to kiss Juliet, but Juliet, you always pull back. Can

My eyes had actual tears, and I thought: It's like this play is happening TO me. Inside me. I wanted to own it. I wanted to eat it, as

Every woman feels. It just takes the right man to make things combust.

Being friends is different from being lovers. It's a sea change.

Every man wants love, if he can get past the fear of exposure.

Annie took his hand. She kissed it and held it to the pulse point at her neck. She didn't speak. Words would have been an intrusion on what was happening between them. She could almost see the tiny ends of the soul-wire that had been severed in October, winding around each other, knotting, connecting in a way that she doubted would ever again come undone. That was how she wanted it.