Quotes About Intimacy

Personally, I always thought married sex was the best sex. Owen and I knew each other's bodies, our favorite parts. There was the trust factor, the love, the like. It was always good.

She wanted a man's face to light up when he saw her. She wanted a man to kiss her like his heart would stop if he didn't

This, I told myself, was why I should date someone for a long, long time before sleeping with him. So I could know what kind of person I was letting into my life and my body. Zach was a boy; a spoiled, self-centered child in a man's body. Not once had he asked how I was.

Solo se puede odiar de verdad a aquellos a los que amas.

If I can't smell your hair at least once a day for the rest of my life, I might have to kill myself.

You are more afraid of love than any person I've ever met. It's why you keep testing people pushing them away. Open your eyes.

I think romance is anything honest. As long as it's honest, it's so disarming.

I wouldn't tell you anything about anybody I cared about because it becomes entertainment for other people, and it sort of just cheapens everything in your life. I would never tell you if I was dating anybody.

The way his jeans hugged his cheeks drew me to him and made me feel warm.

Lucy: You need to get a waterproof phone, so I can call you when you're in the shower. Because that seems to be the place I miss you most.

I would never put my close friends or a real relationship on a show.

I don't want a huge wedding. I don't want it to be some huge spectacle.

I'm not really much of a shopper. I have to say that I'd definitely prefer good sex. What makes good sex? Oh my god. I think you need to feel free and you have to really trust the other person. And you have to have that strange, mysterious chemical connection.

It isn't about being at the same school or the same town or even the same room. It's about being together. Love is a choice you make.

How did you tell a man that you'd grown up, that you'd learned true love wasn't a night of passionate sex under a sky lit up by fireworks, but an ordinary Sunday morning when your husband brought you a glass of water, two aspirins, and a heating pad for your cramps?

It is a kiss that, once begun, never really ends. Interrupted, yes. Paused, certainly. But from that very moment onward, Vera sees the whole of her life as only a breath away from kissing him again. On that night in the park, they begin the delicate task of binding their souls together, creating a whole comprising their separate halves.

I loved you both with all of my damaged heart.

Love rips the shit out of you and puts you back together like a broken toy, with all kinds of cracks and edges. It's not about the falling in love. It's about the landing, the staying where you said you'd be and working to keep the love strong.

There was something she hadn't known when she went into marriage and became a mother that she knew now: it was only possible to live without love when you'd never known it.

He has been in her heart for so long it is as if she knows him already, but she doesn't. She does not know what to say or how to say it, and suddenly she is afraid that there is a wrong way to move forward, a mistake that once made cannot be undone.

A searing, cleansing, enveloping love blew her heart into a million tiny pieces and reshaped it.

Love meant always being a little afraid.

Elizabeth: "Maybe he'll surprise you." Meghann: "Birdie, they all surprise me. Last week, I hugged my date at the door and felt a bra strap.

She found herself secretly mapping his face, memorizing every ridge and hollow and valley, as if she were an explorer and he her discovery.