Quotes About Intimacy

Love isn't about being afraid that it will all be snatched away. Love's about finding the one person who makes your heart complete, who makes you a better person than you ever dreamed you could be. It's about looking in the eyes of your wife and knowing, all the way to your bones, that she's simply the best person you've ever known.

His hand skimmed softly over her stomach, then he said, "I think I'm a little overdressed, don't you?" Kate's eyes widened as he left the bed and stripped off the rest of his clothing. His body was perfection, his chest finely muscled, his arms and legs powerful, and his— "Oh, my God," she gasped. He grinned. "I'll take that as a compliment." -Anthony & Kate

Queria que ela adorasse aquilo, que o amasse e que soubesse, quando se deitassem nos braços um do outro, suados e exaustos, que pertencia a ele. Porque ele já sabia que pertencia a ela.

Talvez aquilo fosse a definição do amor, afinal. Querer uma pessoa, precisar dela e a adorar até mesmo nos momentos de fúria, quando se tinha vontade de amarrá-la à cama só para que ela não saísse e causasse ainda mais problemas.

He knew her, he realized. He truly knew her. Not just the usual things. In fact, he didn't know the usual things. He did not know her favorite color. Nor could he guess her favorite animal or food. But somehow it didn't matter if he didn't know if she preferred pink or blue or purple or black. He knew her heart. He wanted her heart.

I need you. To-night. Right now. I need you.

For one split moment, he had the bizarre thought that she somehow knew everything about him, every last detail from the moment of his birth to his certainty of his own death. It seemed, in that second, with her face tipped up toward his and her lips slightly parted, that she, more than anyone else who would ever walk this earth, truly knew him. It was thrilling. But more than that, it was terrifying.

Love isn't about being afraid that it will all be snatched away. Love's about finding the one person who makes your heart complete, who makes you a better person than you ever dreamed you could be. It's about looking in the eyes of your wife and knowing, all the way to your bones, that she's simply the best person you've ever known.

It was hard to be loved by someone decent and good when you didn't return the emotion.

Colin?" she whispered. He took a step forward—barely a half a foot, but it was close enough so that when he touched her chin and tipped her face up, her lips were mere inches from his.

And in that moment, as he slowly closed the distance between them, he became her entire world.

Her hand stirred at his back. "What do I do?" she whispered.

Thank you," she whispered. Thank you? He went still. It was exactly the wrong thing to say. He didn't want to be thanked for his kiss.

It was the sort of kiss that seduced with subtlety, sent tingles through her body and left her desperate for more.

Ce n'était pas un baiser, c'était… le paradis.

knew well the singularly strange sensation of loving one's family to distraction, and yet not feeling quite able to share one's deepest and most intractable fears.

This sense of comfort, of easy companionship, of sitting next to someone in a carriage and knowing with every fiber of your being that it was where you belonged.

Tiene miedo. Es mucho mas fácil cerrarse a las personas que amarlas. Si uno se rodea el corazón con un sólido muro, nadie puede acercarse lo bastante para romperlo. ¿No le parece?

I think I have to kiss you," he said, looking as if he couldn't quite believe his own words. "It's rather like breathing. One doesn't have much choice in the matter.

Maybe, Penelope had thought on more than one occasion, part of the reason she loved him was that he made her feel comfortable with herself.

Knowing that their moments together would form a short poem and not a long and lusty novel.

He caught one of her hands and turned his face into it, kissing her palm

But when they were laughing together, just the two of them poking fun at some silly society rule, his eyes changed. They grew softer, gentler, more at ease. In her more fanciful moments, she almost thought they looked as if they were melting.

He was asleep, and probably still more than a little bit drunk, and she could do whatever she wanted with him.