Quotes About Intimacy

You're making me a little nervous," he said. "I told you I'm not confident about my kissing. Other thing, yes. But just kissing? No confidence at all." ….... "Call on your inner sixteen-year-old for help. He was very good at kissing.

Don't touch me like that. Don't touch me anywhere. Touch me everywhere.

I want a life with you, Annie. I want to make love with you until you can't walk. And have kids with you. I'm sorry it took me so long to figure out, but I'm not exactly used to having love feel good. He poked his finger in the rough direction of her face. "You talked about being a romantic. Romance is nothing! It's a tiny word that doesn't come close to what I feel for you.

Y tampoco nada de consoladores -dijo-, aun que se lo mucho que deseas uno. Lo cual no es ninguna sorpresa, ya que... -¿Quieres dejarlo de lado de una vez? -De lado...Encima...Debajo... -Bram le acaricio la curvatura del labio superior -. Dentro... una ráfaga de calor recorrió el cuerpo de Georgie. Estaba a punto de derretirse.

Now, this is where I draw the line! It's bad enough everybody in town's going to be thinkin' I'm sleeping with a depressed, lice-ridden, hemorrhoidal foreigner who likes to be tied up and might be pregnant, although-since she's just about cornered the market on condoms-I don't know how that could have happened. But I will not-you listen to me, Emma!-I absolutely will not have anybody thinkin' a woman of mine needs a vaginal moisturizer, do you hear me?

Tess once walked into their bedroom and found them sitting up in bed, perfectly silent, holding hands in the twilight. That image had stayed with her, had given her the notion that love lasts forever.

Love is blind, they say. But isn't it more that love makes us see too much? Isn't it more that love floods our brain with sights and sounds, so that everything looks bigger, brighter, more lovely than ever before?

Those moments that we remember. The tiniest moments or parts of a moment - a tap of a nail against a mug or the sound of a man swallowing, or how the sweeping beam finds the kitchen walls and then leaves them. We count the seconds, he and I.

Love is too small a word - too small.

Successful adult relationships, whether between lovers or friends, require a significant degree of vulnerability, trust, and openness.

Hugh had led men into battle with success and was on reasonably good terms with the king, though they would never be intimates; in any case, his father had been so close to his king that this would probably have to suffice for whole generations of Dipensers.

I knew him the least well, understood him scarcely at all, felt uneasy in his presence, and yet perhaps in a strange way loved him more deeply than any.

He should have left long ago. He actually did once – or nearly did, but Zelda pulled him back. Not that he needed any persuasion with her warm, welcoming body the ultimate Nirvana and his libido operating within the very narrow range of sex, sex, and more sex.

So he wanted a night of sex with the voluptuous Lady Grafton, it looked as though the old mainstay of suave flattery was on the agenda. Perhaps even a hitherto unpracticed sincerity might be of use. Which called into questions what exactly he was sincere about? Other than sex.

he felt his heart stop. He knew each curve and volume and tactile sensation intimately, her image reconstructed by his searching fingers. And he was wretchedly struck at the horrendous extent of her danger. She had come for him, he knew without a doubt, and if he hadn't known he loved her before, he would have surely then. She was here beside him

We got up and smiled at each other. His eyes were lovely, and I was reminded of a line in a book I read once, that God exists in the spaces between people.

He saw the Queen and saw her for the first time with the mask of friendship removed, a figure suddenly as ruthless and terrible as ever her father had been... All their dazzling intimacy was an illusion, a mere straw in the wind, for in the last resort he was but a subject, as her mother had been.

Nothing says "I love you" more than patting your boyfriend's back as his head is in a toilet, barfing up warm Bud Light.

To really experience true contact with another person, you must enter a realm of uncertainty together.

Love is supposed to be scary. If it was easy, everyone would do it.

I don't even know what intimacy is, Pastor." "It's belonging and believing and being loving to each other. It's vulnerability to the one person you trust most. It's saying, 'Here's my ugly, battered, wounded heart. I'm going to let you see it and trust you with it.' Did you ever let her see your grief?

Who said marriage and intimacy—the way God wants them to be, a depiction of His intimate love for us—would be easy? Marriage is not a conditional act. It's loving no matter what. It's how we're supposed to be with God—trusting Him with all our fragile parts.

The problem with keeping a secret is that you don't give someone a chance to come through for you, to prove to you that they love you unconditionally.

How had she ever thought sleeping with him would be a stress reliever, when he was the biggest producer of her stress?