Quotes About Intimacy

To me, authentic love is a sacred encounter we all yearn for.

Only love could pick a nested pair of steel Bramah locks.

Can't keep Love like money in the bank

Love. Resoundingly and absolutely.

I can't imagine love without a sexual charge.

I would rather die with the taste of you on my tongue than live and never touch you again.

In a relationship the details are everything because they remind you - just when you need to be reminded the most - why you fell in love with someone in the first place.

This crazy thing called love...

She was aware that in love even the most passionate idealism will not rid the body's surface of its terrible, basic importance.

We say we exchange words when we meet. What we exchange is souls.

I feel about John's gospel like I feel about my wife; I love her very much, but I wouldn't claim to understand her.

This is among the few things that can be said about love with any confidence. It is small enough to be contained within the heart but, pull thin, it would drape the entire world.

I love my mother, but there has been, ever since my boyhood, a sort of coldness of intercourse between us, such as is apt to come between people of strong feelings.

I feel the most vulnerable when I'm in love. When my heart is open, and when life is making me feel like I have to open up myself completely. Love has a tendency to do that.

I feel the most vulnerable when I'm in love.

She looked at me like I was crazy. Most of my lovers do, and that's partly why they love me, and partly why they leave

The art of love is who you share it with.

I love romance. I think our skin clears up and we're nicer when you are in love.

I hadn't done any of the things that I normally did with girls, yet somehow I'd fallen in love.

There's nothing you can tell me that will change how I feel about you. Nothing. Because that isn't you. It's never been you. You're the woman I've come to know. The woman I love.

Perfect love did that to a person, and this had been perfect.

down her bare legs. Squirming against him, she issued a weak protest. "No, Jared. Please." His sex

Halfway to the house Stan stopped and turned to Jane. He put his hands on her shoulders and drew her toward him. I'm glad we're going steady, he whispered. So am I. In spite of the reassuring weight of his bracelet on her wrist, Jane suddenly felt shy. It seemed strange to be so close to Stan, to feel his crisp clean shirt against her cheek. She could not look up at him. Gently Stan lifted her face to his. You're my girl, he whispered. -Fifteen

When you sit in a chair, you are not actually sitting there, but levitating above it at a height of one angstrom (a hundred millionth of a centimetre), your electrons and its electrons implacably opposed to any closer intimacy.