Quotes About Intimacy

And I don't want to look at you every day, to see you naked,to watch you wandering around the annexe in your crazy dresses and not...not be able to do what I want with you. Oh, Clark,if you had any idea what I want to do to you right now.And I...i can't live with that knowledge. I can't. It's Not who I am. I can't be the kind of man who just...accepts.

He smelt of the sun, as if it had seeped deep into his skin, and I found myself inhaling silently, as if he were something delicious.

Know that you hold my heart, my hopes, in your hands.

Oh, lighten up, Clark. I'm the one having scalding hot air directed at my genitals.

Their eyes met, and in those few silent moments, he told her everything. He told her that she was the most astonishing thing he had ever encountered. He told her that she haunted his waking hours, and that every feeling, every experience he had in his life up to that point was flat and unimportant to the enormity of this. He told her he loved her.

With that kiss, I tried to tell him the enormity of what he meant to me. I tried to show him that he was the answer to a question I hadn't even known I had been asking. I tried to thank him for wanting me to be me, more than he wanted to make me stay.

It's the fact that when you spend all day in proximity to someone, there is no escape from their moods. Or your own.

Can't you feel this ? Don't walk away...", she wills him silently. "Please don't walk away from me...

He talked to her in the way that people tell lifelong secrets to fellow passengers in railway carriages.

he makes my heart flutter like a clean sheet on a long line.

I don't know what I think. All I know is that most of the time, I would rather be with him that anyone else I know.

With Will I had never had to consider what I said; talking to him was as effortless as breathing. Now I was good at not really saying anything about myself at all.

I'm not letting go of you.

He kissed her, and knew he was trying to tell her the depth of how he felt. Even as he lost himself in her, felt her hair sweep across his face, his chest, her lips meet his skin, her fingers, he understood that there were people for whom one other was their missing part.

I had never had to consider what I said; talking to him was as effortless as breathing.

He dropped his head and kissed her. He kissed her and it was a kiss of utter certainty, the kind of kiss during which monarchs die and whole continents fall without your even noticing. When Jess extricated herself, it was only because she didn't want the children to see her lose the ability to stand.

He had a dozen arguments with her before breakfast, and a thousand passionate reconciliations before he went to sleep.

Then he told her, in the quiet tones of someone offloading a confession, that she was the most mazing women he had ever met. And when she lifted her swollen eyes to his, Ed mopped her bleeding nose, and he dropped his lips gently onto hers, and he did what he had wanted to do for the past forty-eight hours, even if he had been initially too dumb to know it, He kissed her.

Time flew, and each ended the night full and happy, with the rare glow that comes from knowing your very being has been understood by somebody else, and that there might just be someone out there who will only ever see the best in you.

Vicariously,'" she said slowly. "You'll have to tell me what that means, Anthony." The way she said his name induced a kind of intimacy. It promised something, a repetition in some future time. "It means"—Anthony's mouth had dried—"it means pleasure gained through the pleasure of someone else.

the most important thing you have with another human being is trust.

I had liked men, sure, and wanted to sleep with them, but sometimes I wondered if I was missing some sensitivity chip. I couldn't imagine crying over anyone I'd been with.

Please. Come on. Right here, on the bed. Right next to me.

They called each other "baby" so often that I occasionally wondered if they had forgotten each other's names.