Quotes About Intimacy

Love made us partners in narcissism, and we talked ceaselessly about how close we were, how perfect our connection was, like we were the first people in history to ever get it exactly right. We were that couple for a while, nauseatingly impervious assholes, busy staring into each other's eyes while everyone else was trying to have a good time.

An empty silence descends upon them. How the hell is this supposed to work, anyway? People meet people every day. They talk, they go out, they kiss, they fuck, they fall in love, they make families, and all because they managed to push past any initial introversion and awkwardness to make contact. He wishes they were drunk.

I wait for him to say more, but he seems stuck, which I completely understand. Brad is confiding in me, and I am suddenly terrified at the prospect of such intimacy even though I know it's a good thing, a path to better relations. I think we both feel like impostors, posing as the kind of brothers who speak to each other about meaningful things.

Lo que pasa es que, cuando llevas un tiempo casado, cada vez te cuesta más perderte en el sexo como antes. Es porque te has vuelto demasiado eficiente, has aprendido lo que funciona y lo que no, por lo que los juegos preliminares, el acto y el orgasmo se pueden condensar en un periodo de cinco a siete minutos. El buen sexo requiere de muchas cosas diferentes, pero en la mayoría de los casos, la eficiencia no es una de ellas.

Love made us partners in narcissism, and we talked ceaselessly about how close we were, how perfect our connection was, like we were the first people in history to ever get it exactly right.

But when you make love, the dead stay close, fill the bed, lie along the bodies in tiers, sandwiching all their lives with yours.

zag jij misschien dat ik naar jou, dat ik je zag en dat ik zag hoe jij naar mij te kijken zoals ik naar jou en dat ik hoe dat heet zo steels, zo en passant en ook zo zijdelings - dat ik je net zo lang bekeek tot ik naar je staarde en dat ik staren bleef. Ik zag je toen en ik wist in te zien dat in mijn leven zoveel is gezien zonder dat ik het ooit eerder zag: dat kijken zoveel liefs vermag.

De een hield de ander niet in de armen, maar toch leek het alsof zij elkaar wiegden.

Je hebt uiteindelijk je begeerte lief en niet het begeerde.' Het kwam er veel plechtiger uit dan bedoeld. Meteen had hij spijt het te hebben gezegd. Simon wist dat het waar was, maar wist ook dat het aanmatigend was om te zeggen dat het waar was. Lizzie fronste. Zij vroeg of hij het nog eens wilde zeggen. Toen zei ze: 'Nou, dat vind ik niet. Ik hou gewoon van jou.

Are you so sure that your partner would be unhappy if more of you rose to the surface? The femme fatale and the anti-hero are sexually attractive for a reason….

We cannot live without food, water, clean air, and shelter. Less self-evidently, we require companionship, play, touch, and intimacy. These are all biological as well as psychological necessities (and this is by no means a comprehensive list).

If you truly love someone, it can seem a deep form of betrayal to stay integrated and healthy, in essence, in their absence or sadly waning presence. What does that ability indicate, after all, about the true depths of your love? If you can witness their demise and survive the loss, does that not imply that the bond was shallow and temporary, and even replaceable? If you were truly bonded, should not it destroy you (as it sometimes does)?

And maybe these responses are tests, too—tests deeply associated with the lack of courage to trust: "If you really loved me, you would brave the terrible landscape that I have arrayed around myself to discover the real me." And perhaps there is even something to such claims, implicit though they may be. A certain testing of commitment might have its utility.

If you really loved me, you would brave the terrible landscape that I have arrayed around myself to discover the real me.

And besides, my back feels naked without Jacob curled against it.

I'll be fast. I can make you come in two minutes." "I can do that myself. I never get to see you anymore- I'd rather talk to you" That had to be the most romantic things anyone had ever said to me, and I went all gooshy inside.

Jacob slid down my body and knelt in front of me. The two of us were wedged into the narrow lane between the and the dresser. He took the front button of my shirt into his mouth. I heard a snap. He spat, and a button pinged to the floor. He was nuts. He'd scammed the quarterly mental health exam and was certifiably insane. Not that that's ever stopped me from sleeping with anyone.

we lingered there for just one more moment, and held each other, and savored the feeling of wanting and being wanted. Loving, and being loved.

We're all free to chose some people to love, and then do it.

It's all just hormones, my friend. You might as well just say you're in testosterone with somebody. And if you're really lucky, she might be in estrogen with you.

Lo fundamental en una relación como aquella era la complicidad.

Alguien había dicho en el viejo pasado que, con las máquinas, el hombre iba a perder algo muy preciado: su intimidad.

Alguien escribió que es mejor decir "te amo" a decir "te quiero", porque "te amo" es entrega mientras que "te quiero" es posesión.

Si tu marido quiere dormir, no le presiones ni estimules la intimidad. Si es él quien te pide la unión, accede humildemente teniendo en cuenta que su satisfacción es más importante que la de la mujer. Si las prácticas sexuales que te demanda son inusuales, sé obediente y no te quejes. En el momento culminante, un pequeño gemido por tu parte es suficiente para indicar cualquier goce que hayas podido experimentar».