Quotes About Intimacy

Perhaps she loved me, in her own way, as I loved her, in mine. But we didn't know one another. Perhaps because I never allowed her to know me, or I never took any steps towards getting to know her. We spent our lives like two strangers who see each other every single day and greet one another out of politeness.

There are yokels out there who think that if they touch a woman's behind and she doesn't complain, they've hooked her. Amateurs. The female heart is a labryinth of subtleties, too challenging for the uncouth mind of the male racketeer. If you really want to possess a woman, you must think like her, and the first thing to do is to win over her soul. The rest, that sweet, soft wrapping that steals away your senses and your virtue, is a bonus.

With women, the best part is the discovery. There's nothing like the first time, nothing. You don't know what life is until you undress a woman for the first time. A button at a time, like peeling a hot sweet potato on a winter's night.

We looked at each other in the half-light, searching for words that didn't exist.

Me incliné sobre ella y recorrí la piel de su vientre con la yema del dedo. Bea dejó caer los párpados, los ojos y me sonrió, segura y fuerte. -Hazme lo que quieras... -susurró. Tenía diecisiete años y la vida en los labios.

the art of reading is slowly dying, that it's an intimate ritual, that a book is a mirror that offers us only what we already carry inside us, that when we read, we do it with all our heart and mind, and great readers are becoming more scarce by the day.

I bent over her and kissed her lips. She embraced me, and we remained like that as the light from the candle sputtered then went out.

Marriage and family are only what we make of them. Without that they're just a nest of hypocrisy. Garbage and empty words. But if there is real love, of the sort one doesn't go around telling everyone about, the sort that is felt and lived…

I caressed Cristina in the dark, listening to the storm outside as it left the city, knowing that I was going to lose her but also knowing that, for a few minutes, we had belonged to each other and to nobody else.

el arte de leer se está muriendo muy lentamente, que es un ritual íntimo, que un libro es un espejo y que sólo podemos encontrar en él lo que ya llevamos dentro, que al leer ponemos la mente y el alma, y que ésos son bienes cada día más escasos.

He loved her with all his soul, but in his own way, which was the correct way.

I-am mângâiat È™i i-am s?rutat fiecare centimetru de piele ca È™i când aÈ™ fi vrut s?-l memorez pentru totdeauna.

No confío en la gente que cree tener muchos amigos. Es señal de que no conocen a los demás.

Aki igazán meg akar szerezni egy nÅ't, annak meg kell tanulnia a másik fejével gondolkodni, és tudnia kell, hogy elÅ'ször mindig a nÅ' lelkét kell meghódítania.

A la mujer de verdad se la gana uno poco a poco. Es todo cuestión de psicología, como una buena faena en la plaza.

Uno no sabe lo que es la vida hasta que desnuda por primera vez a una mujer. Botón a botón, como si pelase usted un boniato bien calentito en una noche de invierno.

Az ember néha hamarabb kiönti a szívét egy idegennek, mint azoknak, akiket ismer. Miért van ez így? - Talán azért, mert az idegen olyannak lát bennünket, mint amilyenek vagyunk, s nem olyannak, amilyennek látni szeretne.

W wanted to remember Miguel but the fire of those hands on my stomach stole all my shame and my grief. I wanted to lose myself in them, even though I knew that at dawn, exhausted and perhaps overcome by contempt for ourselves, we would be unable to look each other in the eye without wondering what short of people we had become.

I wanted to remember Miguel but the fire of those hands on my stomach stole all my shame and my grief. I wanted to lose myself in them, even though I knew that at dawn, exhausted and perhaps overcome by contempt for ourselves, we would be unable to look each other in the eye without wondering what short of people we had become.

Un segreto conta quanto coloro da cui dobbiamo proteggerlo

I loro erano baci appassionati di chi si appartiene e non si cura del resto del mondo.

I don't trust people who say they have a lot of friends. It's a sure sign that they don't really know anyone.

CLARA'S NAKED BODY LAY STRETCHED OUT ON WHITE SHEETS that shone like washed silk. Maestro Neri's hands slid over her lips, her neck, and her breasts.

traía el mundo en la mirada. [...] Sólo me queda el roce de sus labios y, al entreabrir los ojos, el juramento secreto que me llevé en la piel y que recordaría todos los días de mi vida.