Quotes About Intimacy

Just because lips have met doesn't mean hearts have joined. And just because two bodies are drawn to each other doesn't mean two people are right for each other. A physical relationship does not equal love.

Lincoln said at the end of the affair that he'd never marry, because "I can never be satisfied with any one who would be block-head enough to have me.

Cassie Moved Forward, Soft and Silently Enough That She Was Mere Inches Away from Him Before He Looked up at Her. She Lifted a Hand to His Cheek, Her Heart Pounding and Blood Rushing Through Her Veins.The Warmth of His Skin Against Her Hand Made Her Whole Body Tremble and When He Placed His Hand Upon Hers, Her Chest Tightened. The Intensity of His Gaze Confirmed to Her That What They Felt for One Another Would Surpass Anything He Thought He Felt for Lenora.

The most precious possession that ever comes to a man in this world is a woman's heart.

The choicest thing this world has for a man is affection.

my mouth opens willingly for his. It's a Pavlovian thing: when his face is anywhere within kissing distance, I hunger to have his lips on mine.

I'm used to seducing and then killing men when they are at their most vulnerable. Tonight, though, it is me who is fighting the urge to surrender.

Dragon's eyes flew open. He stared at his hand curved over the alabaster mound of a perfectly formed breast, at the delectable rose-hued nipple peeking through his fingers, up past the firm set of a certain chin and straight into honey-hued eyes that somehow failed to appear the least abashed. "Uh..." he said, which he rather thought was as articulate as any man could be expected to be under the circumstances, skald-souled or not.

I wanted all of her, her dreams so that I could make them real, her fears so that I could chase they away. Above all I wanted her trust. I wanted her to give herself to me completely, without any reservation. But

Virginity is such a personal thing. You can't judge anyone on it. A lot of young women feel they want to save themselves for the man who they think they will love forever.

Marriage is not just spiritual communion and passionate embraces; marriage is also three meals a day, sharing the workload and remembering to carry out the trash.

The best proof of love is trust.

Love comes when manipulation stops when you think more about the other person than about his or her reactions to you. When you dare to reveal yourself fully. When you dare to be vulnerable.

Virginity is such a personal thing. You can't judge anyone on it. A lot of young women feel they want to save themselves for the man who they think they'll love forever.

Marriage is not just spiritual communion, it is also remembering to take out the trash.

If I try to summon back his face, the sound of his voice, and the sensation in my stomach like a key turning in a lock when he touched me, I lose everything.

Que mes seins te provoquent Je veux ta rage. Je veux voir tes yeux s'épaissir Tes joues blanchir en se creusant. Je veux tes frissons. Que tu éclates entre mes cuisses Que mes désirs soient exaucés sur le sol fertile De ton corps sans pudeur.

the idea of having for one's partner a person whose presence in the room transformed it for you—someone who felt that way about you—seemed the only thing worth pursuing. If you couldn't have that, you'd do better on your own. Before

way his choice of me as his girlfriend—as the

We lived less like husband and wife, it seemed, than affectionate brother and sister. I told myself there were worse things a person could say about her life than that.

I've been saying for a couple of years now that people need to let God out of the Sunday morning box, that He doesn't want to just be with you for an hour or two on Sunday morning and then put back in His box to sit there until you have an emergency, but He wants to invade your Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.

God, Love and Romance are harmonious...

No es carta de amor ni elegía; es carta de haberte querido y comprendido desde el principio inmemorable hasta el beso reiterado sobre tus pies amarillos, curiosamente sucios y sin olor.

Y ellos estaban mudos y mirándose, a través del tiempo que no puede ser medido ni separado, del que sentimos correr junto con nuestra sangre.