Quotes About Intimacy

She hadn't had many lovers but the men she'd been with in the past had convinced her that sex was like a box of chocolates you never knew what you were going to get when you went to bed with a man. And sadly, you were more likely to pick the nasty pink marshmallow cream than the yummy nut cluster.

He wasn't just fucking me anymore—he was breeding me. Claiming me as his own, marking me so that no other male would come anywhere near me. Corbin owned me now—he had stamped his mark on my heart as surely as he was marking my body. I was his… utterly and completely his.

And you promise after this is over you'll get the hell out of my mind. Do you really dislike having me here? He sounded wistful. Communicating this way is so much more intimate than speaking aloud. And so much more revealing… I can feel your emotions from here, Addison. Your true emotions, the ones you prefer to keep hidden from everyone, even yourself.

It wasn't the way he looked that made him impossible. It was what he said. It was his sense of humor. He would not resist a pun. And any man who will not resist a pun will never lie up-pun me.

He had always been such a peerless creature. Shelby had the manners of a prince (an imaginary one, not a real one; real ones had no manners), the bearing of a noble spirit. She could tell him everything and he never got bored if she didn't stay clever. No lights went out in his eyes. And he could tell her anything: boring things about what he'd been doing—only she didn't get bored, she just liked the sound of his voice.

One of the things I'd always dreaded about relationships was that you could say something—one thing—and it would wreck everything forever. You'd never be forgiven, not in ten thousand years.

Secrets are lies that you tell to your friends.

I realized that the hair is there for a reason – it's the leaf around the flower, the lawn around the house. You have to love the hair in order to love the vagina. You can't pick the parts you want.

You have to love hair in order to love the vagina. You can't pick the parts you want.

If your vagina could talk, what would it say, in two words?

I want to touch you in real time not find you on YouTube. I want to walk next to you in the mountains not friend you on Facebook. Give me one thing I can believe in that isn't a brand name.

This is because the caress is not a simple stroking; it is a shaping.

I hate people doing an emotional striptease. It's never genuine or they wouldn't drag outsiders in.

Women are the only oppressed group in our society that lives in intimate association with their opressors.

Marriage is like a phone call in the night: first the ring, and then you wake up.

It is wonderful have a relationship with the right man.

The things done, the victories gained over circumstances by St. Bernard or St. Joan of Arc, by St. Catherine of Siena, St. Ignatius Loyola, St. Teresa, George Fox, are hardly to be explained unless these great spirits had indeed a closer, more intimate, more bracing contact than their fellows with that Life "which is the light of men.

Anyone who has been to an English public school will always feel comparatively at home in prison. It is the people brought up in the gay intimacy of the slums… who find prison so soul destroying.

After all, damn it, what does being in love mean if you can't trust a person.

After all, damn it, what does being in love mean if you can't trust a person.

Di solito nei nostri muri trasparenti, che sembrano tessuti d'aria scintillante, noi viviamo sempre in bella vista, eternamente lavati dalla luce. Non abbiamo da nasconderci nulla l'un l'altro.

small talk comes from small bones

As cool as the pale wet leaves of lily-of-the-valley She lay beside me in the dawn.

This is no book. Whoever touches this touches a man.