Quotes About Intimacy

Let's face it. We're undone by each other. And if we're not, we're missing something. This seems so clearly the case with grief, but it can be so only because it was already the case with desire. One does not always stay intact. One may want to, or manage to for a while, but despite one's best efforts, one is undone, in the face of the other, by the touch, by the scent, by the feel, by the prospect of the touch, by the memory of the feel.

Let's face it. We're undone by each other. And if we're not, we're missing something. If this seems so clearly the case with grief, it is only because it was already the case with desire. One does not always stay intact.

I love you, my blue-eyed lynx," he whispered huskily.

Trust is difficult to sustain when we build a rich inner world of drama that we do not share with those around us.

He knew me so well. He was the only one who could make me feel as if the world were right again, and I was loved and cherished and known and he would never, ever leave...even at a distance, he could read me. He could find that vulnerable spot and say the right words, do the right things, that brought me back time after time.

Want houden van is gauwer gezegd dan langer gedaan maar soms komt het in het donker op gang en dan is er verder geen houden meer aan.

A man in cahoots with a woman's sexual instinct was the devil himself, for he had the united power over her—himself and her own longing—greater than a mere man

She could sense the length of him against her buttocks as well as a kind of heaviness, a substantive presence. He was changing right there under her, growing longer and thicker, information she acquired through the unlikely source of her bum, while he kissed her mouth. Heavens, what a sensation.

Very softly as he nuzzled her, his mouth near her ear, he began to sing: "I'm so happy with you, la, la...

Physical compatibility is a question of skin first and foremost. If the contact of one skin on another isn't immediately pleasing nothing else can possibly matter, but if it is, all other things may follow.

It is a general rule to err on the side of formality rather than of intimacy.

A good definition of love," he said good-humoredly. "If we talk to each other we can find each other.

Your soul mate can become your cell mate" if both of you are not dedicated to mutual growth and authenticity. It's

A healthy connection is when partners are mutually committed to the relationship and both want to open their hearts to each other. In contrast, attachment is when we cling to someone with a death grip, hoping that person will change. Attachments are dangerous because they can keep us linked to unavailable people or toxic relationships. If you are looking for intimacy, search out people who are excited to be with you.

If sexuality is one dimension of our ability to live passionately in the world then in cutting off our sexual feelings we diminish our overall power to feel know and value deeply.

When we touch the place in our lives where sexuality and spirituality come together, we touch our wholeness and the fullness of our power, and at the same time our connection with a power larger than ourselves.

I don't cry for humans. I cry for things that are so beautiful I just can't stand it, like Bonnie in front of me, all crusty from rolling in the sand, with a mouthful of half-chewed hay and eyes that knew everything I'd ever thought or felt or been.

We're bound. One soul, the humans say. They don't know the half of it. Wherever you go, I must go; whatever you do, I must be with you. If you hurt, I hurt; your joy is my joy. We can never be free again.

I wanted you to see my heart.

Lust is what makes you keep wanting to do it, even when you have no desire to be with each other. Love is what makes you keep wanting to be with each other, even when you have no desire to do it.

It's only when you love him that you hate him.

Could it really happen like this?" he asked. "That a girl like you can make me feel..." "Make you feel what?" "Make me feel," he said.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

In the silence of night I have often wished for just a few words of love from one man, rather than the applause of thousands of people.