Quotes About Intimacy

leaving the two loving hearts alone with their God.

do believe the dear soul thought I might be jealous lest my poor dear should have fallen in love with any other girl. The idea of my being jealous about Jonathan! And yet, my dear, let me whisper, I felt a thrill of joy through me when I knew that no other woman was a cause for trouble. I am now sitting by his bedside, where I can see his face while he sleeps.

I wish I were with you, dear, sitting by the fire undressing, as we used to sit; and I would try to tell you what I feel. I do not know how I am writing this even to you. I am afraid to stop, or I should tear up the letter, and I don't want to stop, for I do so want to tell you all.

to know her is to love her

Ningún hombre sabe, hasta que lo experimenta, lo que se siente que su propia sangre circule por las venas de la mujer que ama.

we got up and walked down Piccadilly. Jonathan was holding me by the arm, the way he used to in the old days before I went to school. I felt it very improper, for you can't go on for some years teaching etiquette and decorum to other girls without the pedantry of it biting into yourself a bit; but it was Jonathan, and he was my husband, and we didn't know anybody who saw us - and we didn't care if they did - so on we walked.

am amaze, and not at ease then; but she is so bright and tender and thoughtful for me that I forget all fear.

Nella natura femminile deve esserci qualcosa che fa sentire un uomo libero di abbandonarsi, e di esprimere i suoi sentimenti, anche i più teneri ed emotivi, senza timore che possano incrinare la sua virilità.

That was when you knew for sure that you had rocked a man's world: when he rose the next morning and cooked for you.

He was being really cute and funny. Then he moved in close. I was terrified - I mean, I hardly know him, but it was also sort of exciting. Until we actually kissed. Kendra, he had dog breath.

While I slept you stood in the colorful night market with pyramids of bright fruit piled high Where those who loved you, rushing back to their intimate stalls, held out pears that had been dreamed for you And would the dream pear not come gladly once it knew this was you wanting to take it in? The dream pear chose reality, wanting your mouth as I did - Honestly, it was happy to be bitten.

will make you my mistress," he said.

That was the trouble of telling someone all your truths. They could use them to tear you apart.

His gaze lowered to her mouth. I don't think you understand my limitations. You're not open to a relationship. Is that the limitation you're talking about? He nodded, but kept staring at her lips as though they were all he could really think about. Consider me warned, she said and slid her hand around his neck to bring his head down to hers.

Sex is never messy on screen.

Tennyson's poems: "Once he drew with one long kiss my whole soul thro' my lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.

When we really want to hear, and be heard by, someone we love, we do not go rushing into noisy crowds. Silence is a form of intimacy. That's how we experience it with our friends and lovers. As relationships grow deeper and more intimate, we spend more and more quiet time alone with our lover. We talk in low tones about the things that matter... That is why Christ comes to us when our hearts and minds are still and silent.

Why not? Give me one good reason why we shouldn't get married. Because trying to fuck you is like trying to french-kiss a very.... small and... lively gerbil? With braces?

She laughs and looks out the window and I think for a minute that she's going to start to cry. I'm standing by the door and I look over at the Elvis Costello poster, at his eyes, watching her, watching us, and I try to get her away from it, so I tell her to come over here, sit down, and she thinks I want to hug her or something and she comes over to me and puts her arms around my back and says something like 'I think we've all lost some sort of feeling.

but I don't want to wear a condom because I don't feel anything, and she says calmly... glaring at me,If you don't use one you're not going to feel anything anyway.

You should never mistake affection for … passion," I warn her. "It can be … not good. It can … get you into, well, trouble.

You should never mistake affection for … passion

I want to moan and writhe with you and I want to go up to you and kiss your mouth and pull you to me and say I love you I love you I love you while stripping. I want you so bad it stings.

If you can't make a girl come why even bother? That always seemed to me to be like writing questions in a letter.