Quotes About Intimacy

I have seemed to see our kisses there sometimes, I've seen them hanging in the curtains

his hand was warm, the fingers plump and bunchy and tight in their skin, like half-cooked sausages.

There seemed no motion, no rhythm, in all the world, but that which I had set up, between her legs, with one wet fingertip.

I barely knew I had skin before I met you.

What does it say?" I said, when I had. She said, "It is filled with all the words for how I want you...Look.

Your twisting is done--you have the last thread of my heart. I wonder: when the thread grows slack, will you feel it?

but when she saw me turn to her she reached and took my hand. She took it, not to be led by me, not to be comforted; only to hold it, because it was mine.

this feeling haunts and inhabits me, like a sickness. it covers me, like skin.

I knew that I couldn't lie beside her, without wanting to touch her. I couldn't have felt her breath come upon my mouth, without wanting to kiss her. And I couldn't have kissed her, without wanting to save her.

How do you know if you're really in love? Proper love, I mean, not just romantic fairy-tale love. Love is when the thought of living without a person makes you physically sick.

All I can ever see is you. Tell me you see me too. - Nolan from Let Me List The Ways

The best parent, the best sibling, the best friend and even God are more interested in being with you, than above you,

Living close to Me requires making Me your First Love—your highest priority.

In order to know My will, you must spend time with Me— enjoying My Presence.

I am always with you, so you have no reason to be afraid. Your fear often manifests itself in excessive planning. Your mind is so accustomed to this pattern of thinking that you are only now becoming aware of how pervasive it is and how much it hinders your intimacy with Me. Repent of this tendency and resist it whenever you realize you are wandering down this well-worn path. Return to My Presence, which always awaits you in the present moment. I accept you back with no condemnation.

It is easy to touch up your outward appearance, to look as if you have it all together. Your attempts to look good can fool most people. But I see straight through you, into the depths of your being. There is no place for pretense in your relationship with Me. Rejoice in the relief of being fully understood. Talk with Me about your struggles and feelings of inadequacy.

When you are with someone you trust completely, you feel free to be yourself. This is one of the joys of true friendship.

Ask the Holy Spirit to guide you in your preparations: helping you form prayers that will flow readily out of your heart. Then practice saying them to Me, until you're intimately familiar with them. When you encounter trouble of any kind, reach into your arsenal of prayers and speak one or more of them boldly. The enemy will retreat, and I will draw near.

Have gratitude for all the ways I keep you intimately connected to Me, including your joyful dependence on Me.

Through the intimacy of our relationship, you are being transformed from the inside out. As you keep your focus on Me, I form you into the one I desire you to be. Your part is to yield to My creative work in you, neither resisting it nor trying to speed it up. Enjoy the tempo of a God-breathed life by letting Me set the pace. Hold My hand in childlike trust, and the way before you will open up step by step.

I am always with you, so you have no reason to be afraid. Your fear often manifests itself in excessive planning. Your mind is so accustomed to this pattern of thinking that you are only now becoming aware of how pervasive it is and how much it hinders your intimacy with Me.

I reached for Jack's hand. It was cold. But then, so was mine.

Sugar and the man in the Hawaiian shirt stepped forward and pulled him up. But as they stepped away again, the backs of their hands brushed- it was just the lightest touch, for the briefest of moments, almost nothing more than hair upon hair, yet Sugar felt it like a blowtorch on creme brûlée.

She was loved. Maybe not wildly or openly, but deeply. So deeply that it wasn't always obvious, but deeply nonetheless.