Quotes About Intimacy

The little brown house was my father's house, which was actually blue, but Amy was making another inside joke. I'd always liked our inside jokes the best – they made me feel more connected to Amy than any amount of confessional truth-telling or passionate lovemaking or talk-till-sunrising.

Most sows are repeatedly inseminated, brood after brood, till their bodies give way and they go to slaughter. But while they're still useful, they're made to nurse—strapped to their sides in a farrowing crate, legs apart, nipples exposed. Pigs are extremely smart, sociable creatures, and this forced assembly-line intimacy makes the nursing sows want to die. Which, as soon as they dry up, they do.

Não sou do tipo de repórter que se delicia ao entrar na intimidade das pessoas. Provavelmente é por isso que sou uma jornalista de segunda. Uma delas, pelo menos.

No relationship is perfect, they say—they, who make do with dutiful sex and gassy bedtime rituals, who settle for TV as conversation, who believe that husbandly capitulation—yes, honey, okay, honey—is the same as concord.

What do I say to a man who knows how I think and still sleeps next to me with the lights off?

because at this point of our marriage, I was so used to being angry with her, it felt almost enjoyable, like gnawing on a cuticle: You know you should stop, that it doesn't really feel as good as you think, but you can't quit grinding away.

He has claimed me, placed a flag in me: I was here first, she's mine, mine.

revoloteando por todas partes, ayudándola a enroscarse la bufanda roja de punto, una vez, dos. A la tercera se la anudé correctamente y nuestras caras estaban cerca y sus mejillas igual de sonrosadas que si hubiera pasado un feliz día navideño montando en trineo. Algo así

She took my hand and offered me a pure, sweet smile, petting my palm, which might have felt better than any touch I'd ever experienced.

Uma cidade tão sufocante e pequena que todos os dias você esbarrava em pessoas que odiava. Pessoas que sabiam coisas sobre você. É o tipo de lugar que deixa marcas.

Se me ha ocurrido regalarle a Nick un bonito par de esposas, pero puede que todavía no le parezca divertido.

It was true, Ben at age two was an astonishing thing. He'd demand love outright, grab at a breast or an arm, but as soon as he had enough affection, and that came quickly, he'd go completely limp, play dead until you let him go.

Friends see most of each other's flaws. Spouses see every awful last bit. If she punished a friend of a few months by throwing herself down a flight of stairs, what would she do to a man who was dumb enough to marry her?

You just seem kind of not yourself with her. And: There's a difference between really loving someone and loving the idea of her. And finally: The important thing is she makes you really happy.

In the middle of the night, I'll turn to face him and press myself against him. I'll hold myself to him like a climbing, coiling vine until I have invaded every part of him and made him mine.

We complete each other in the nastiest, ugliest possible way.

When I think of my wife, I always think of her head.

Because isn't that the point of every relationship: to be know by someone else, to be understood? He gets me. She gets me. Isn't that the simple magic phrase?

Y en aquel momento quise besarla, tal como la había besado la primera vez: entrechocando los dientes, su cara ladeada frente a la mía, haciéndome cosquillas en los brazos con el pelo, un beso húmedo y con lengua mientras yo no pensaba en nada más que en el beso, porque habría sido peligroso pensar en cualquier cosa al margen de lo agradable que resultaba.

When I think of my wife, I always think of her head. The shape of it

They have no harsh edges with each other, no spiny conflicts, they ride through life like conjoined jellyfish—expanding and contracting instinctively, filling each other's spaces liquidly. Making it look easy, the soul-mate thing.

A veces me pregunto si esa es la raíz de su desprecio por mí: permite que vea sus defectos y me odia por conocerlos.

I have a dash of ADD, and I've always found my wife a bit dazzling, in the purest sense of the word: to lose clear vision, especially from looking at bright light. It was enough to be near her and hear her talk, it didn't always matter what she was saying. It should have, but it didn't.

It took this awful situation for us to realize it. Nick and I fit together. I am a little too much, and he is a little too little. I am a thorn bush, bristling from the overattention of my parents, and he is a man of a million little fatherly stab wounds, and my thorns fit perfectly into them.