Quotes About Intimacy

I'm carrying your heart in my heart.

This was not a blowjob; this was fellatio, my friends.

If you don't start with crazy, crazy love, the kind of love that Van Morrison sings about, then you don't have a shot to go the distance.

Most people wouldn't like their friends if they got into their phones.

He hugged me. It was comforting to feel his hands on my back.

To love is to risk everything.

It's good to know all sides if you're gonna love someone

because this morning you didn't know you were gonna want me.

You want me to like your bed. You know it's gonna be our bed

Love is kind, love is patient but also, mainly, above all - yes - Love is perverted.

Life had this unmoored quality, full of voids and barely acknowledged yearnings, and if I'd made a list of things I wanted desperately at the time, it would have included the most elusive items. Love with ambivalence. Family members who won't leave. Intimacy that's not scary, that doesn't require a lot of anesthesia.

I felt small and exposed in his presence, as though my body was transparent and fragile as air, as though I might evaporate at any moment, or blow away.

I remember thinking we were going to grow old together, one of those couples who hold hands, not just to keep from falling, but because they love each other so much that they can't be without contact.

Always remember," she had told him. "When you're grown up, I want you to take your girlfriend, or your wife, or boyfriend—whoever it is you love—and you make sure they know you so well they can read your mind. You don't even have to tell them what you need, because they already know it. If they don't—well, it isn't love.

Men can bed any woman," she said stiffly. "It means nothing." He paused. "Nothing," he repeated thoughtfully. "It rarely means nothing. And sometimes, in very particular circumstances, it means a great deal.

He took another deep breath as she laughed, and the vibrations rippled through her body into his. 'I could stay here forever,'he added, almost to himself, as he brushed aside her hair to nuzzle the back of her neck. She raised her head and gave him a sultry look. 'Forever! How many wicked plans do you have?' 'You have no idea,' he murmured, easing away from her. He reached around and began untying her stays.

He looks like a bear and I don't know how any woman could be intimate with him if she weren't allowed to whip him.

This is a book about friendship between women, and the importance that they attach to intimacy and to looking after each other, and about how, under conditions of acute hardship and danger, such mutual dependency can make the difference between living and dying. It is about courage, facing and surviving the worst that life can offer, with dignity and an unassailable determination not to be destroyed.

Thomas reached out and took my hand, turned it palm up, and said, "I believe that's healing very nicely." Aunt Charlotte opened the door just as he turned my hand over again and brushed a kiss across my knuckles. I experienced a nearly overpowering desire to hit him in the eye.

I have never treasured any woman the way I treasure you now, this moment. You are all I think of, all I want.

What a hard thing it is to write of love! Easy enough to describe the burning brand of lust, or yearning of infatuation, that yearning that can never be assuaged. But love! There is only the word, and the knowing it.

Whoa, cowboy! I don't have phone sex on the first phone call.

There had to be more to wooing a woman than feeding cattle, minding the store, tending the bar, and sex. That wasn't a bad combination in getting to know a woman, but now that he knew Jill, he wanted to hang the moon for her, make the stars brighter, and force daisies to grow from frozen ground.

In the night I come to you and it seems a shame to waste my deepest shudders on a wall of a man.