Quotes About Intimacy

Don't ever, he said, be afraid of me. But I was. He'd driven a silver nail through my heart.

He sang. The robot sang. He sang into my veins where my blood had been and where instead the notes and throbbing of the guitar now flowed. I could feel his song vibrating in my throat, as if I sang it too. I couldn't see him. If the crowd parted and I saw him, I would die.

The cord that bound us drew tighter as we moved further from each other. It tautened, ready to recoil, and plunge us home, breast to breast, eye to eye.

Barely dampered by virginity or unpractice, their bodies seemed to know each other as their souls had seemed to.

She had set her hand on Leopardo's bowed head and allowed herself a moment with the mass of apricot hair that felt like crisp wild grass to her.

When he had danced from her sight, Electra Chenti raised her own hand, which had struck him, and stretched it. Presently, she put it up to her lips, laid her mouth against it, held it to her.

He caught her, and he held her, and he let her cry, and cry, and cry, and he let her use his sheets to wipe her eyes, and her nose, and God knows what, because he had plenty of clean sheets, and he only had one Kat.

Hanson got to sleep with you, and I didn't," he said, his own jaw a little tight. "So I stole his car.

He should probably make love to her.

You stole my heart, Regan,he told her. And I don't particularly want it back.

Don't you want to be neighbors? No. he said. I want to be lovers. Sleep-together lovers. Wake-up together lovers. One bed. Oh, God, she was going to fall in love. She could feel it happening.

We've got to stop meeting like this." "No, we don't." He liked meeting like this, over her bare ass, a hot-off-the-presses copy of the Rocky Mountain News, and a steaming cup of coffee. It was so perfect, he planned on doing it every day for the rest of his life. He just hadn't told her yet.

You're staring at my ass." "Yes, I am." It's what he did in the mornings, when she woke up and spent the first hour lying around in bed.

Hawkins's plan to be more careful was starting to include things like carefully brushing her off, and carefully take her home, where he could carefully kiss her mouth and carefully take her clothes off.

She'd never known a man whose initial move was to undress the woman he wanted.

And when the sea swallowed up the shore and the waves heaved under the ship and the blue horizon encircled us, I immediately felt an overwhelming intimacy with the sea. I knew this green, infinite giant, as though it were roving back and forth within my ribs. The whole of the journey I savored that feeling of being nowhere, alone, before and behind me either eternity or nothingness.

He knew me. He knew me through and through and he found no shame in me.

He knew me through and through and he found no shame in me.

I was lost, starving for intimacy, desperate to be valued, swallowed by a sea of lonely hearts, thinking that perhaps I was the only one who was lost.

Sylous reached up and held Rose's face in his large warm hands. His deep green eyes pulled her in.

Sylous leaned in close and placed his lips against hers. Tender and warm, his kiss buzzed inside her mouth. He held her there, caught up in a perfect moment, and when he released her, a new resolve had flooded her chest.

The path into this eternal realm is faith—belief in, not about, Yeshua. Intimately knowing the father, not merely knowing about him with the mind. Even the devils know all about God and it profits them nothing. Even calling him Lord and doing many miraculous works in his name means little. Only knowing him intimately, as an infant knows.

That night was nothing but getting to know how smooth your body is. The memory of it goes through me like brandy.

The rag rug That had heaped out onto your lap Slid to the floor. There it lay, coiled Between us. However it came, And wherever it found its tongue, its fang, its meaning, It survived our Eden.