Quotes About Intimacy

Nos miramos en la penumbra buscando palabras que no existían.

Mantive-me a saborear as curvas daquelas costas e a sua suave descida,que nem todas as camisas de noite do mundo conseguiriam esconder.Se bem que estivesse casado há quase 2 anos com aquela prodigiosa criatura,ficava ainda surpreendido ao despertar a seu lado,sentindo o seu calor.

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.

It's time to go courting." "Excuse me?" "Courting, or, in scientific terms, time for a kiss and a cuddle. Look here, Sempere, for some strange reason centuries of supposed civilization have brought us to a situation in which one cannot go sidling up to women on street corners or asking them to marry us, just like that. First there has to be courtship.

Ne legyen már pr?d, magunk között vagyunk, és tudjuk, hogy a férfiember a hiányzó láncszem a cápa és a disznó közt.

We don't choose who we love, Fernandito. Perhaps it's just that I don't know how to love anyone, and I don't know how to let anyone love me.

Az ember csak akkor igazan szerelmes, ha már nem is tudja, mit csinál. Én beleszerettem ebbe a megtört és mélységesen boldogtalan emberbe - de meg jóval azelÅ'tt, hogy egyáltalán gyanítottak volna, hogy tetszik. ? pedig féltett, mert úgy olvasta a gondolatomat, akar a nyitott könyvet.

All good things must wait. 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's heart is a labyrinth of subtitles, too challenging fo the uncouth mind the male racketeer. If you really want to posses a woman, you must think like her, and the first thing to do is to win her soul. The rest, that sweet, soft, wrapping which steals away your senses and your virtue, is a bonus.

All good things must wait. 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 labyrinth 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.

You don't know what life is until you undress a woman the first time. A button at a time, like peeling a hot sweet potato on a winter's night.

Have you ever known a woman, David?" "Of course I have. Dozens of them." "I mean in the biblical sense." "As in Mass?" "No, as in bed." "Ah.

Bea says that 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.

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 the first time. A button at a time, like peeling a hot, sweet potato on a winter's night.

Y creo que usted no tiene muchos amigos. Yo tampoco. No confío en la gente que cree tener muchos amigos. Es señal de que no conocen a los demás.

You know a lot of things, Señor Corelli." "Enough to think that I would like to be better acquainted with you and become your friend. I don't suppose you have many friends. Neither do I. 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.

Bea says that 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 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.

Ein Geheimnis ist soviel wert wie der der es uns anvertraut.

We curl up in bed together, without a blanket. She wraps me in her arms like a teddy bear, the way she always does, and falls asleep against my forehead. My hand is squished against her belly, probably pressing into the clouds of the tiny world inside of her.

sighed and put her fingers in his palm. "For

Because what he wanted was more than her body. He wanted her soul. And she was clearly nowhere near ready to give it to him. His phone rang, and

No éramos ni él ni yo los que nos encontrábamos, éramos dos cuerpos, dos mecanismos de funcionamiento, aparentemente acompasado en ocasiones, dos fantasmas con la máscara que cada uno se había fabricado para el otro.

You have me like a drawing, erased, coloured in, untitled, signed by your tongue.

there are more models than the heterosexual one for a male and female who want to exchange erotic energy.

Everything Sarah writes is what he needs to hear. Of course he knows this can be explained as a trick of love, that every word spoken by a lover becomes radiantly relevant and overlaid with gold.