Quotes About Intimacy

I don't see what women see in other women," I told Doctor Nolan in my interview that noon. "What does a woman see in a woman that she can't see in a man?" Doctor Nolan paused. Then she said, "Tenderness.

It was only after seeing Irwin's study that I decided to seduce him.

At the local coffee-shop, hunched in one of the secretive, high-backed booths with hundreds of peoples' names gouged into the wood, we drank cup after cup of black coffee and talked frankly about sex.

Nada melhor do que vomitar com outra pessoa para ganhar intimidade

What does a woman see in a woman that she can't see in a man?'... 'Tenderness.

What does a woman see in a woman that she can't see in a man? Doctor Nolan paused. Then she said, Tenderness.

My enemies are those who care about me most.

What did my arms do before they held you?" ? Sylvia Plath

Quando infine trovi qualcuno in cui senti di poter riversare la tua anima, ti blocchi di colpo davanti alle tue stesse parole - le hai tenute dentro così a lungo, contratte nel buio, che sono ormai sbiadite, brutte, banali, fiacche. Sì, c'è l'allegria, l'autorealizzazione, lo stare insieme: ma la solitudine dell'anima, nella sua spaventosa consapevolezza, è insopportabile, soverchiante.

This part of the woman in me, the concrete, present, immediate part, which needs the warmth of her man in bed and her man eating with her and her man thinking and communing with her soul: this part still cries to you:

I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren't having any of those.

There is a charge For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge For the hearing of my heart— It really goes. And there is a charge, a very large charge For a word or a touch Or a bit of blood Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.

well, anyhow, this is what I was meant to make for a man, and to give him this colossal reservoir of faith and love for him to swim in daily

And get this, I'm with you. Don't stop talking to me, please. It's as important as if we were the only people alive . . . .

Why speak of love? We were used to each other.

This love is silent.

Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other Who think the same thoughts without need of speech

As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill.

TO MY WIFE To whom I owe the leaping delight That quickens my senses in our wakingtime And the rhythm that governs the repose of our sleepingtime, The breathing in unison Of lovers … Who think the same thoughts without need of speech And babble the same speech without need of meaning: To you I dedicate this book, to return as best I can With words a little part of what you have given me. The words mean what they say, but some have a further meaning For you and me only.

I like people, see, I really do. I just don't like them much close up.

And you, a king's daughter, who willingly gave herself to me—who brought me to her bed? Are you so high and pure?" She

I love everything about you. Don't you ever think I don't. Even when you make me mad, I love you so much I can hardly stand it.

She promised herself that from now on she would try to sit as close to Neal as possible. She could not kick someone eight chairs away.

It was plain that Nazaam and Gieyat were lovers. I'd like that, Arram thought as he followed Nazaam. To be comfortable with my lover, and laugh together, even when things are terrible. Like I do with Ozorne and Varice.