Quotes About Intimacy

In that peculiar contradiction that serves as connective tissue in so many relationships, it is possible to see that she loves Navidson almost as much as she has no room for him.

When her hands reached out and poured the tea, it was as if she also poured something into me while I sat there sweating in my cab. It was like she held a string and pulled on it just slightly to open me up. She got in, put a piece of herself inside me, and left again.

She places her hands around my neck and rests her head on my shoulder. I can smell the sex on her, and my hope is that she can smell the love on me.

If her soul ever leaks, I want it to land on me.

Something I'd like to be perfect at? ... Loving you,' I said. The words climbed from my mouth. 'I'd want to be perfect at loving you.

She laughed and he felt her breath, and he thought about that warmness, how people were warm like that, from inside to out; how it could hit you and disappear, then back again, and nothing was ever permanent--

I guess when someone tells you something they they usually guard, you feel privileged, not because you know something no-one else knows, but because you feel chosen. You feel like that person wants her life to intersect with yours. I think that's what felt best about it.

Lua and Marie are holding hands. They look like they're so happy, just inside this moment, watching the kids and the lights on their old fibro house. Lua kisses her. Just softly on the lips. And she kisses back. Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.

I look at her wish we could go inside and make love on the couch. Dive inside each other. Take each other. Make each other. Nothing happens, though.

Awkward. That's exactly how it was when we walked over to our sister and stood on each side of her, looking at her and feeling things and not knowing what to do.

I see myself beneath her. Being taken and made love to. I feel her. I know her. Taste her champagne mouth. Ignore the ugly teeth. Just shut my eyes and taste her.

My soul needs yours

It was as though he'd opened her palm, given her the words, and closed it up again.

He loved her more than Michelangelo.

Then the music begins and we can both hear the slow, quiet, sweet desperation of a song I won't mention. Imagine the softest, toughest, most beautiful song you know, and you've got it.

We only sit there now. Audrey and me. And discomfort. Squeezed in, between us. She soon says, "You're my best friend, Ed." "I know." You can kill a man with those words. No gun. No bullets. Just words and a girl.

When it was over, they lay on their backs; there was a window on this, the top floor of the stairwell, and grubby light, and rising-falling chests. The air was heavy. Tons of it, heaping from their lungs. Henry gulped it good and hard, but his mouth showed true heart.

It was like she held a string and pulled on it just slightly to open me up. She got in, put a piece of herself inside me, and left again. In there, somewhere, I still feel it.

Estoy buscando esto —le digo señalándonos a los dos con la mano—. Nos estoy buscando a ti y a mí juntos. Audrey se arrodilla a mi lado y posa su mano en la mía para hacerme soltar las hojas. —No creo que esté ahí —me dice con dulzura—. Yo creo, Ed... —Posa las manos suavemente sobre mi cara. La luz anaranjada del atardecer la baña—. Creo que esto nos pertenece a nosotros.

Cogió a la niña por la espalda y la estrechó con fuerza contra ella. Cantó una canción, pero en voz tan baja que Liesel apenas la oyó. Las notas nacían en su aliento y morían en sus labios.

and I held him, like love, in my arms.

Koliko, zapravo, jedni drugima dopuštamo da se me?usobno upoznamo?

You bastards, she said. You lovely bastards.

Puedo oler el sexo en ella, y solo deseo que ella pueda oler el amor en mí.