Quotes About Intimacy

The married are those who have taken the terrible risk of intimacy and, having taken it, know life without intimacy to be impossible.

Ours is a long marriage, and we have found solitude together. [p. 23]

I dislike your formality."...."Your formality keeps us at arms length when I want not even a hairbreadths between us.

He stopped moving for the space of a heartbeat. He bent his head to her shoulder and rocked his hips, pressing inside her. His hair fell forward around either side of his face, a frame of black, silky where it brushed her collarbone. "I am in paradise." His hips rocked again. She closed her eyes tight. She felt his lips on her cheek and then on her eyelids, placing gentle kisses.

Is it possible?" He could have sworn she was teasing. She shouldn't have the energy for that. "What?" He lay next to her on his stomach, wrung out. Completely and utterly sated and yet thinking of the things he yet wanted to do to her. "You did." Her voice was light, teasing even. "What?" "You begged, my lord." He laughed softly. "To have you make love to me like that, I'll beg you every night of my life, Lady Banallt.

Oh, my God. They were going to sleep together, with no sleeping involved.

She laughed, and the sound pierced his heart.

Their eyes met, and Nancy felt a charge pass between them, like a small electric shock. Hold it, she warned herself. Since when do you respond to anyone other than Ned Nickerson?

It was September, and there was a crackly feeling to the air. I was saying something that was making her laugh, and I couldn't stop looking at her. It was a little bit chilly, and her cheeks were pink, and her dark hair was flowing around her face. All I wanted for the rest of my life was to keep making her laugh like that. Sometimes our arms brushed against each other as we walked, and it was like I could feel the touch for minutes after it happened.

I can't take one breath, not one single breath, without knowing that I love you.

She couldn't let him get close. He would let her down. She knew it. And when that happened, she would be worse off than before. Better to keep her heart closed, safe. Guarded.

Tenderness fills her. Here it is, the moon that has followed her everywhere through her childhood ... Here is the moon —dear, distant companion—yet now intimately near and patient.

Do you or do you not like wearing earrings in your mouth that will one day smell like your ex-boyfriend's dick?

We lie buried together during the night and haunt each other by day.

I've washed that man right into my hair He's sat in my chair and slept in my bed He's eaten all my porridge and climbed inside my head

Clothes falling away signals a situation that I'll likely avoid putting into words. If clothes don't dress it up, don't expect talk to, either.

let's face it, the world of sex is weird no matter how you look at it. I mean—fourteen hours after you've had your face smashed into someone's genitals, you're walking down the street with the boy as though that were all "just fine, thank you, how are you!

He's far from a fool, nowhere near. I'm quite near. I can feel the fool that's so far away from him breathing down my neck.

A tiny part of me felt like I'd won the man lottery and here I was both counting and spending the money. Our skin agreed. We pressed our luck—first his, then mine, then ours—until we had smoothed our way into the thick of it, until nothing else was possible except to get through to each other, in and on through each other, until we eased into the other side.

That's why the sweetness of the sexual contact is perfect, but it can only be a dissappointment.

I want you to want me because you want me, not because of grief, not because he is not here. I want you to love me for me. I want you to kiss me first and not because you need me to help you, but because you need to kiss me.

He has an armload of irises and daisies and tulips and he presents them to me. "I didn't know what kind of flowers you like." "I like them all." "Yeah?" "Yeah." He tries to hand them to me, but then remembers the cast. "I'll put them in water." Betty swoops in the room ridiculously fast and she grabs the flowers out of Nick's hands. "I'll take care of them. You lovebirds just sit on the couch and think swooning things at each other.

I swear his pheromones have my freaking name written on them. They hone in and attack.

Do you like me? You know, like me like me?" I cringe the moment I ask and cover my face with my hands. The smell of blood and trail dirt wafts into my nose. Something sinks inside me. What is it? Oh, I know, any dignity I could possibly have left.