Quotes About Intimacy

The heat of your face could have kept my room warm for days. I didn't know how you stood the heat of yourself, of your breasts, of your face. I almost couldn't touch you. Out of nowhere you said, I love you. For whatever it's worth.

They only hit you when they care.

We went back to her place on Handy and before I could really put a hurt on her she stopped everything, dragged me up from her toto by my ears. Why is this the face I can't seem to forget, even now, after all these years? Tired from working, swollen from lack of sleep, a crazy mixture of ferocity and vulnerability that was and shall ever be Lola.

Ana Obregón, unlike every other girl in his secret cosmology, he actually fell for as they were getting to know each other. Because her appearance in his life was sudden, because she'd come in under his radar, he didn't have time to raise his usual wall of nonsense or level some wild-ass expectations her way.

Sometimes I could grab her and pull her back on the couch, and we´d stay there a long time, me waiting for her to fall in love with me, her waiting for whatever, but other times she´d be serious.

You were at the age where you could fall in love with a girl over an expression, over a gesture.

She didn't seem to mind being the girl you called every couple of months at eleven at night, just to see what she was "up to." As much relationship as she could handle.

Convenience will never outweigh love.

I could have held his hand.

That's what love was, he decided. Love was being known.

How strange it was..., one minute you were all alone with your thoughts, the next somebody came along who seemed to know the deepest part of you, who could open you like a book.

It wasn't a small thing, to love a person.

To know and be known: that was the final desire, the heart of love.

Our place had just four rooms and voices had a way of carrying, you couldn't sneeze in one room without somebody in another saying bless you.

All his life he had wanted to be known by just one person. That's what love was, he decided. Love was being known.

But I know how much you care for me. I read it in the ribbon. Lorcan sighed. Did you really need to read the ribbon to know that I cared for you?, he said. Really, Grace, don't you know me at all? I thought I did, she said

A kiss on the head! you really are a passion wagon!

Every relationship I've been in, I've overwhelmed the girl. They just can't handle all the love.

That" — Jacob took my hand in his and squeezed — "that would be ideal." He didn't let go. Neither did I.

I let myself close my eyes instead of keeping watch. A few moments later, Jacob reached over and took my hand in his. I needn't have worried. The zing was still there. He rested our hands on his chest, his hand over mine, my hand over his heart.

He knew me in all the ways that truly mattered: the shape of my fears, the contours of my dreams.

The pressure of his touch through my jacket and my sweater was more assurance than any promise ever made to me. It was a touch that said, I have your back and I am here for you. If a girl wasn't careful, she could fall in love with a touch like that.

She was not a woman given to physical expressions of affection – although he felt that she cared deeply about the people she loved. One of Laurent's lasting memories of Catherine is her scent, for she always wore Miss Dior – every day, whether she was working in the garden or harvesting her roses.

When I'm with you the world stops spinning for a moment and I lose myself completely."-Master Noah to his submissive Emilia