Quotes About Intimacy

Hands have their own language.

She once told me that she loved me because I was the only thing she could hear. She can feel the vibration of the strings through the carved vessel of her instrument, but I am inside her. I am a song soaked into each bone of her secret body where the world has not been able to wander.

It's tempting to imagine how we could hurt someone close, because it reminds us how fiercely we love them.

If there is such a thing as marriage, it takes place long before the ceremony: in a car on the way to the airport; or as a gray bedroom fills with dawn, one lover watching the other; or as two strangers stand together in the rain with no bus in sight, arms weighed down with shopping bags. You don't know then. But later you realize—that was the moment. And always without words.

to love without fear would be to drown in another person.

to love without fear would be to drown in another person. A first mouthful of water; a face disappearing; the sun changing shape, a bright rim, like the edge of a bottle into which she had fallen. Then her body would fill, go limp with gentle heaviness, and drift with the current.

Do we love before we love.

There was so much he wanted to say, but was unable to think past the syllables of her name that filled him like some delicate music.

She knew in her heart that being together would always be enough.

How could two people know each other so intimately without have told the old stories. You get to an age where the stories don't matter anymore, and the stories once told so passionately become a tide that never quite reaches the point of being said. And there is no such thing as fate, but there are no accidents either.

We kiss all the time." I clear my throat, then add, "We just...do it in private." "A smug expression crosses his face. "I don't buy it for a second, 'cause if you were my girlfriend and a stud like me was livin' in your house, I'd kiss you in front of the guy every chance I got as a reminder." "A reminder of w-w-what?" "That you were mine.

I want to know how to make this girl laugh. I want to know what makes her cry. I want to know what it feels like to have her look at me as if I'm her knight in shinning armor.

One of the things that makes me who I am is the loyalty I have to people I hold close to my heart.

This connection we have isn't going away, it's only getting stronger. Because the more I spend time with her, the closer I want to be.

Opening yourself up to making mistakes and being vulnerable is what makes it beautiful and special with the person you love.

I'm in deep shit Alex, 'cause I think I'd like nothin' better than to wake up with her every mornin'.

It'll be impossible to protect Brittany for the rest of her life from all the other guys who want to be near her, to see her as I've seen her. Touch her as I've touch her. Man, I never want to let her go.

I wonder if it's medically possible to be addicted to another human being.

He has eyes so expressive they give a hint to more than what he portrays. He's dedicated to his friends, family, and even his motorcyle. He touched me as if I were made of glass. He kissed me as if he'd savor it for the rest of his life.

Mujer, you own my soul.

When my eyes meet his gaze as we're sitting here staring at each other, time stops. Those eyes are piercing mine, and I can swear at this moment he senses the real me. The one without the attitude, without the facade[...]

We deserve each other, Luis … and I need you just as much as you need me. Hold me." He steps closer, but hesitates. "If I do, mi chava, I can't promise I'll be able to let you go.

Somehow, being with Brittany brings something to my life that's missing, something ... right.

No, the next time i kiss you it'll last a long, long time. And then when we're done you're gonna realize being turned on is not about experience