Quotes About Intimacy

Amo essa sopa – disse Andrew a ela. Poppy engoliu em seco, ainda com o olhar fixo na tigela. Ele, por outro lado, fixou o olhar no rosto dela e disse: – Amo muito, de todo coração.

True love doesn't come to you it has to be inside you.

Maybe they were back to not talking. That's what she missed the most: talking. Serious, silly, bone-deep, flippant, all their words and thoughts like gifts to each other, the only gifts they, with their hobbled hearts, could give.

There's something in me that recognized you. Right from the start. The parts of me that always felt alone, the parts of me that I always kept hidden away, out of sight—I could see that you had them, too.

He feared me as many men fear women: because their mistresses (or their wives) understand them. They are scarcely adult, some men: they wish women to understand them, and to that end they tell them all their secrets; and then, when they are properly understood, they hate their women for understanding them.

How little Americans know when they disparage acquaintanceship in favour of real, true friendship. It is in acquaintanceship, bringing wiht it as it does delicious dinners, comfortable weekends, gossip shared in picturesque surroundings, but no real intimacy, no responsibility, that the greatest charm of social intercourse lies.

Of all the men I have ever known, Eric Liddell was the one in whose character and life the Spirit of Jesus Christ was pre-eminently manifested." And all of us who were privileged to know him with any intimacy echo this judgement. 'What was the secret of his consecrated life and far-reaching influence? Absolute surrender to God's will as revealed in Jesus Christ.

I love being one half of a romantic couple.

Since you dismissed your maid," he said, "I suppose it will be up to me to undress you." "That is most chivalrous of you, my lord.

Sometimes you think you know someone, but maybe it's impossible to really know everything about a person, even someone you love. Maybe good people—the very best people—are just better at keeping secrets.

she wanted the man who held his infant daughter in his arms with fatherly affection, the man who could talk to her for hours and hours on a blanket in the grass,laid out under the trees.that man for some reason was out of reach.

He pulled his lips away and rested his forehead against hers, trying to keep himself from getting another erection. It took great strength of will, but he did it.

sometimes when he touches me . i feel as though all my sins have been forgiven.

Sometimes you think you know someone, but maybe it's impossible to really know everything about a person, even someone you love.

No matter how tightly I held him, however, I couldn't seem to get close enough. I loved him with such passion. There are no words to describe it. I would have died for him that night, if it would have taken away his pain.

Soon, her fingers dug into the flesh at the small of his back and she bucked wildly beneath him and cried out into the night, arching her back, throbbing and flexing around his burning, blissful erection. He plunged down hard, crushing her soft form beneath him as she continued to climax;

I hold him in my arms most of the time, whether he's awake or asleep, because I'm so in love, I don't want to set him down. The depth of my feeling is inconceivable. I can barely fathom it. I never knew such love was possible. He's the most beautiful thing in the universe to me, and I can't stop staring at him…adoring him….

pulling her snug against him. "If you were mine, I'd never

Our eyes met and I felt a surprising ripple of pleasure run through me.

Loving someone is giving them the power to break your heart, but trusting them not to.

His breath hitched, and he regarded me hungrily. You're playing with fire, you know that?" That's weird, considering you're an ice prin—" I didn't get any further, as Ash leaned in and kissed me.

I love you so much i can hardly tell my own heart from yours anymore, and I've never said it to another woman in my life as it's never until now been true.

And this is the potency a first kiss should have: it should be earned. The moments leading up to it should be as tense as a crossbow drawn back. The reader should want it as badly as the hero and heroine, and feel as satisfied and transported and transformed as the hero and heroine in the wake of it. There are different ways to use kisses in a romance, but that first kiss is so meaningful, a pinnacle, and can be more intimate than sex.

Mom's eyes blazed. "Are you sleeping with her?" Oh, god. Did we have to do this here? Now? "Well, actually," I smirked, "we don't get a lot of sleep.