Quotes About Intimacy

He wrote the future onto my face with his lips.

At some level, all love is combat, a wrestling with ghosts.

At some level, all love is combat, a wrestling with ghosts. We are only for something by being against something else. People who believe they are having pleasant, casual, uncomplex sexual encounters, whether with friend, spouse, or stranger are blocking from consciousness the tangle of psychodynamics at work, just as they block the hostile clashings of their dream life.

I'm looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love.

Some secrets are better left at that -as secrets.

It was the first honest emotional connection I'd had in a while. So I immediately panicked and had to leave.

I've never understood sexy lingerie. I mean, what's the point? The guy's only going to take it off.

I stare up the stars, intensely aware of his body a few inches from mine. If this isn't romance, I don't know what is.

I take his hand in mine, running my fingers over the palm. His hands are lovely and lean, and I can't help thinking about those hands on my body. The sexiest part of a man is his hands.

I'm a realist. Just because you had sex once doesn't mean you have to fall in love.

He's probably one of those "love the one you're with" guys -- meaning he automatically goes after whatever woman happens to be around when he's feeling horny. Just another reason why I'll never get married, I say, getting out of the car. "Oh, Carrie." He sighs. "I feel sorry for you, then. I worry that you'll never find true love.

On the other hand, it seemed to be working. For Samantha, anyway. And in comparison, my own relationship with Bernard was sorely lacking. Not only in sex, but in the simple fact that I still wasn't sure I was ever going to see him again. I guess the best thing about living with a guy is that you know you're going to see him again. I mean, he has to come home at some point, right?

It occurred to Yancy that, in the time they'd known each other, he hadn't once seen her look at her cell phone. She never texted, tweeted, Facebooked, Instagrammed, or posted a single picture when they were together. He found this behavior alluring. The

It occurred to Yancy that, in the time they'd known each other, he hadn't once seen her look at her cell phone. She never texted, tweeted, Facebooked, Instagrammed, or posted a single picture when they were together. He found this behavior alluring.

Meanwhile try not to think about you and me in the shower together, all slick and soapy. Not that I'd ever let that happen, but just try not to think about it.

Beneath the skin, kin.

It's hard to kill a creature once it lets you see its consciousness.

Perhaps the depth of love can be calibrated by the number of different selves that are actively involved in a given relationship.

What if, despite all our pretense and disguise, it was necessary to appear in public with the person we loved most of all? Imagine this a prerequisite for social discourse on Earth.

Ever been in love?' The question was direct, matter-of-fact. 'Halfway, half a dozen times. But'—she glanced at the nearest telescope—there was always so much noise, the signal was hard to find.

It's hard to kill a creature once it lets you see its consciousness

Perhaps the depth of love can be calibrated by the number of different selves that are actively involved in a given relationship. With

I Got a Girl. Do You? Stop Missing Out! Get Girls Now!

His voice was right. She instantly remembered it. And his smell, his gait, his laugh. The way his beard abraded her cheek. All of it combined to shatter her self-possession. She could feel a massive stone seal being pried open and the first rays of light entering an ancient, almost forgotten tomb.