Quotes About Intimacy

It amazed her how easily he could infuriate her. She loved desperately—she'd long since given up lying to herself about that—and yet he could make her entire body shake with anger with one little quip.

If you want to know if a gentleman loves you,' her mother said, 'there is only one true way to be sure.' " Lady Danbury leaned forward. Even Hyacinth leaned forward, and she was holding the book. "'It's in his kiss,' her mother whispered. 'It's all there, in his kiss.

I want—" His voice dropped to a whisper, and his eyes looked vaguely surprised, as if he couldn't quite believe the truth of his own words. "I want your future. I want every little piece of you.

If it c-could be anybody, Daff, it would be you. I p-promise you that.

It wasn't when his hands had gone 'round her upper arms to steady her.

No one said we had to spend every waking moment together," he said, "but at the end of the day"—he leaned down and kissed each of her eyebrows, in turn—"and most of the time during, there is no one I would rather see, no one whose voice I would rather hear, and no one whose mind I would rather explore." He kissed her then. Once, slowly and deeply. "I love you, Hyacinth Bridgerton. And I always will.

And it didn't matter if she saw his deepest fears, because he knew she'd love him no matter what. It was a sublimely freeing feeling.

She stared down at him. He was gazing at her with such obvious love and devotion, she hardly knew what to do. It seemed to surround her, embrace her, and she knew that this was poetry, this was music. This was love.

You could think about a woman every day for years, imagine what she might feel like in your arms, but it never, ever matched the real thing.

What were you going to say?" "It's nothing." He took both of her hands and tugged her toward him. "It's not nothing," he murmured. "When it's you, and when it's me, it's never nothing.

Francesca," he said, and he had no idea why he was saying it, just that her name was the most important thing in the world right then. Her name, and her body, and the beauty of her soul.

Anthony stared at her for a long moment, his eyes locking with hers until he felt they must be one person. Then, with a shaking hand, he cupped the back of her head and leaned down to kiss her. His lips worshiped hers, offering her every ounce of love and devotion and reverence and prayer that he felt in his soul.

And he, who had slept with countless women, suddenly realized that he'd been nothing but a green boy. Because it had never been like this. That had been his body. This was his soul.

It was strange, to find a woman who could make him happy just with her mere presence. He didn't even have to see her, or hear her voice, or even smell her scent. He just had to know that she was there. If that wasn't love, he didn't know what was.

I love you," he said, his voice low and fervent. "I love you with everything I am, everything I've been, and everything I hope to be.

He was lost. There was something heartbreaking in the way she was gazing at him, as if she might die if he didn't kiss her. Not from heartbreak, not from embarrassment—it was almost as if she needed him for nourishment, to feed her soul, to fill her heart.

He was, he realized, comforted by her presence. They didn't need to talk. They didn't even need to touch (although he wasn't about to let go just then). Simply put, he was a happier man— and quite possibly a better man— when she was near.

She was here, with him, and she felt like heaven. The soft scent of her hair, the slight taste of salt on her skin— she was, he thought, born to rest in the shelter of his arms. And he was born to hold her. -Benedict's thoughts

a husband can break a heart with far greater intensity than a mere suitor.

There's no need to go out in public and give explanations. As long as you know what's going on between two different individuals and what kind of relationship they share, I don't feel that the world really needs to know about it.

You can break through old limits, past inertia and fear, to... richness of choice, freedom, human closeness.

The buildings that I build very often have a dreamlike reality. I don't mean by that they have a fantasy quality at all, in fact quite the reverse. They contain in some degree the ingredients that give dreams their power... stuff that's very close to us.

You have to be able to carry a conversation. I think after the initial attraction kind of dies down. The lust dies down. There has to be the thing that engages you.

Familiarity with your lover is what initially makes sex really good.