Quotes About Intimacy

I should like to write my books only for the dear person who lies awake reading in bed until page last, then lets the open book fall gently on her face, to touch her smile or drink her tears.

We both lay back down, and she looked at me in the eyes, and we were sad together for a while. I'll never forget how that felt. Like not being hungry.

You can't know somebody, I thought, till you've followed him home.

She married him two years ago for love, or so she thought, and he's a good enough man but a devotee of household silence. His idea of marriage is to spray WD-40 on anything that squeaks. ... The quiet only subsides when Harland sleeps and his tonsils make up for lost time.

She laid the side of her face against his frail old heart, where the pink shell of her ear could capture whatever song it had left.

You knew me well enough to find me here,' she said. And his scent burst onto her brain like a rain of lights, and his voice reached across the distance without words: 'I've always known you that well.' He wrapped her in his softness, touched her face with the movement of trees and the odor of wild water over stones, dissolving her need in the confidence of his embrace.

I found the right (Valentine) card to send her. On the cover there were hearts, and it said, Here's hoping you'll soon have something big and strong around the house to open those tight jar lids. Inside was a picture of a pipe wrench.

my books only for the dear person who lies awake reading in bed until page last, then lets the open book fall gently on her face, to touch her smile or drink her tears.

Over the phone, her laughter sounded like a warm bath.

He assumed it was normal in a new marriage to feel one has joined forces with a stranger.

It was a rule of marriage: the more desperately you needed alone time with your spouse, the quicker you'd spoil it with a blowout. When

Right there in the middle of the road he took the cigarette out of my mouth and put it in his, then struck a match on his thumbnail and lit the two of them together, exactly like Humphrey Bogart. Then, ever so gently, he put the lit cigarette back in my lips. It seemed almost like we had kissed. Chills ran down my back, but I couldn't tell for sure if it was thrill chills or the creeps. Sometimes it is very hard to know the difference.

Who else could make the colors of the aurora borealis rise off my skin where he strokes my forearm? Or send needles of ice tinkling blue through my brain when he looks in my eyes?

I may be a preacher's daughter, but I know a thing or two. And one of them is, when men want to kiss you they act like they are just on the brink of doing something that's going to change the whole wide world.

The end was always curled up there between us, like a sleeping cat, present even in our love-making.

The upshot of all this talking was me getting pretty much in love with Emmy. She was beautiful and like a grown person.

Guilty or innocent, they have everything to lose. They are what there is to lose. A wife is the earth itself, changing hands, bearing scars.

smoochie kiss.

Seks adalah ongkos wanita atas pernikahan. Pernikahan adalah ongkos pria atas seks.

He's half my ex-husband's age, but twice as energetic when we have sex. And twice as grateful afterwards.

against his cheek he knew she was all right.

Is she your first girlfriend?" I asked, my tone gentle. "I told you, she's not really my girlfriend," he said, ducking the question. "If she's occupying enough of your attention to keep you in bed until the sun sets, I feel safe using the word as shorthand.

I could feel her soft shape, the heat of her, conducted with electric clarity through the wet of our clothes. I felt my body responding. I knew she felt it, too. Ah, shit.

Between her hand over my heart and her hips at my crotch, she might as well have been administering a polygraph.