Quotes About Intimacy

Rekindled love is generally short-term.

The contact of two epidermises.

You can borrow my two-carat diamond stud earrings," Aphrodite said. I stopped and looked back at her. "Huh?" She shrugged. "That's as close to a declaration of love as you're gonna get from me.

I think I understand passion. Love is something else.

I would love to do more private concerts.

I've traveled around the world and made love with many satisfied women. So I decided to share my story.

Everybody looks a little crazy if you're looking close enough and if you can't look that close, then you don't really love them.

It was the nicest thing she could imagine. It made her want to have his babies and give him both of her kidneys.

Because isn't that the point of every relationship: to be known by someone else, to be understood? He gets me. She gets me. Isn't that the simple magic phrase?

That's love: Two lonely persons keep each other safe and touch each other and talk to each other.

I didn't know love could leave the lights on all the time.

and all I could think was that I would like to spend every morning for the rest of my life waking up beside her

Oh to have you with me, to have you here, not to be alone, but to be with you, my beauty, you of all souls! You.

I wonder if it's medically possible to be addicted to another human being.

It was their secret, a secret meant for just the two of them, and she'd never been able to imagine how it would sound coming from someone else. But, somehow, Logan made it sound just right.

This time the fluttery feeling in my stomach was more intense. It made the inside of my thighs tingle and my breathing deepen.

When he kissed me, his lips soft and careful, it was all the thrill of our first kiss and all the practiced familiarity of the accumulated memory of all our kisses.

Because you have only known me for like fourteen seconds and seven of those were us making out and you still know more about me than all of my friends in this stupid place.

I love you, Louise Downe McCord. You drive me absolutely crazy sometimes, and this is one of those times, but I love you.

I love love. I love having a lover and being one. The insularity of passion. I love it. I love the way it blurs the distinction between everyone who isn't one's lover.

Perhaps the depth of love can be calibrated by the number of different selves that are actively involved in a given relationship.

You have to shrink yourself to fit into this little life with him.

I didn't want to pick at Micah and me until we unraveled. I wanted to leave it alone and enjoy it. I just didn't know how to do that.

God, he thought, her eyes are so bright, flashing, deep, full of promise, all those things eyes are in books but never are in life, and she was his.