Quotes About Intimacy

Now I have a theory that if a woman wants to keep a man she only needs to say two things: She believes in him and he's got a big a cock. That's all it takes. It doesn't even have to be true.

I personally don't think grand gestures are actually romantic. The most romantic moments of my life have been so subtle and small. A snowstorm breakfast, a walk, an accidental meeting. Whenever you start planning these grand things, 'I'm gonna pick the great flower from the top of Mt. Everest', you're already losing. You're trying too hard.

True friendship and intimacy take shape only when we are present enough to experience more than just one narrative, as well as to participate in our shared human experiences. Suddenly

My fear of abandonment is exceeded only by my terror of intimacy.

A frequent exchange of text messages is not a relationship. It's not even a pen-pal.

I know the intimate gestures he uses with women, but I still want to know the gestures he uses with God.

Prayer is a refusal to live as an outsider to my God and my own soul.

Action without prayer thins out into something very exterior. A prayerless life can result in effective action and accomplish magnificent things, but if there is no developed interiority, the action never enters into the depth and intimacy of relationships.

How can I describe what effect that ancient, absurd, and wonderful rite has upon me when her lips touch mine? Can I find a formula to express that whirlwind which sweeps out of my soul everything, everything save her?

The candy cap was a revelation to me: redolent with the smell of maple, marvelously silky and spongy in texture, earth and meaty and sweet. When you eat a candy cap, your skin smells like maple sugar. When you exercise after eating a candy cap, your sweat smells like maple sugar. When you make love after eating a candy cap . . . well, I leave that to your imagination, but . . . yes.

When Lucky spilled his seed inside her, Molly knew with a certainty that they had just made a new life together.

pois nada é mais incômodo que envelhecer ao lado de um estranho.

De los prodigios del bosque aquél era sin duda el mejor: la sensibilización de todos los sentidos aletargados en la ciudad, la consciencia de todas las partes de su cuerpo, aun las más íntimas o pequeñas.

I move one seat closer to the couple on the bus. They are holding hands but she is looking out her window and he is looking at his lap. They don't seem to be mad at each other.

The greatest pleasure of life is love.

Where there is no wine there is no love.

tell me how does it feel with my teeth in your heart!

Friends are relatives you make for yourself.

In learning as in traveling and, of course, in lovemaking, all the charm lies in not coming too quickly to the point, but in meandering around for a while.

This lack of leisure and of intimacy is not a peripheral matter—nothing Socrates thinks can be expeditiously conveyed by public deliverance; it must always be slowly engendered in leisurely direct conversation with its accompanying inner dialogue (Theaetetus 172 d). Socrates' positive wisdom stated concisely in public would appear simply bizarre.

He felt her hand creep from her muff into his pocket as they walked the snowy streets to buy their Christmas tree; dusted the pollen off her nose after he had brought her the first king-cups. By the gay and gilded fountains of Peterhof they bandied preposterous names for their unborn child. At night, in their big wooden bed, he watched her spoon cherry jam into her tea and told her that her habits were disgusting, that he loved her more than life itself.

Commodities have now penetrated the romantic bond so deeply that they have become the invisible and unacknowledged spirit reigning over romantic encounters.

Helen felt her face flush. She discovered that she could not meet Dane's gaze. As long as he did not look at her, she was all right. Even while she was touching him, massaging the muscles of his back, she could control her response to him. But now, when she tried to look into the eyes that mirrored his soul, she flinched.

Duke's warm pink lips brushed his gently at first and then more firmly. He held the kiss for a long, breathless moment before pulling back a fraction of an inch. "Who's a fag now?" His deep voice was low and intimate. "Do you give, roomie?