Quotes About Intimacy

Is sex dirty? Only if it is done right.

Some women blush when they are kissed; some call for the police; some swear; some bite. But the worst are those who laugh.

Communication is a continual balancing act, juggling the conflicting needs for intimacy and independence. To survive in the world, we have to act in concert with others, but to survive as ourselves, rather than simply as cogs in a wheel, we have to act alone.

You've got to be willing to stay committed to someone over the long run, and sometimes it doesn't work out. But often if you become real honest with yourself and honest with each other, and put aside whatever personal hurt and disappointment you have to really understand yourself and your spouse, it can be the most wonderful experience you've ever had.

Pickup lines of 2020 — Hey baby, let's quarantine together.

I reckoned they had probably begun to pour out their hearts and entrust each other with the subjects of the plays and novels they had written or planned to write. It was customary after serious drinking.

And there are no words left, try as men may, to describe that little death, that incandescent instant when, transacted with mutual love, there is no difference between sweet submission and exquisite conquest.

Kod ljudi koji nam postanu bliski mi sve te pojedinosti prvog dodira sa njima obi?no zaboravljamo; izgleda nam kao da smo ih vazda znali i kao da su oduvek sa nama bili. Od svega toga u se?anju iskrsne ponekad samo neka nepovezana slika.

U mraku vidim kako ti o?i sjaju, a kad nam se lica dotaknu i tvoj dah ukrsti sa mojim, ja osetim sve godine naše ljubavi sažete u jedan jedini tren, i znam samo da postojimo ti i ja, ali pretopljeni na silnoj vatri naše duge, tajne i tajanstvene ljubavi, i pomešani nerazdvojno, zauvek. -

Svaka istinska, velika strast traži samo?u i bezimenost. ?ovek koji služi svojoj strasti želi da ostane nevi?en i neznan, nasamo sa predmetom svoje strasti, i o svemu drugom voli i ume više i bolje da govori nego o tome što je glavni predmet njegovih misli i želja. ?ak i porok ima svoj stid i svoje obzire, iako naopake i neobi?ne.

There is probably nothing like living together for blinding people to each other.

The challenge with those whom we love is that they are the only ones who can get close enough to us to cause us heartbreak.

As you move through today's practice, give yourself permission to tell the low-down, dirty truth about what you are thinking, feeling, and believing. What part of yourself can you see in your partner/ex-partner? And are you willing to forgive it in you? Love brings up everything unlike itself. This means the deeper you love someone, the more unloving parts of yourself will be revealed.

used the sordid details of my stories as an excuse to talk badly about men, judge them, mistrust them, expect little from them, and give of myself begrudgingly as I waited for the axe to fall on my neck.

But every once in a while, from out of the blue, someone reaches the quiet place where you spend your private time and changes the way you see yourself. If you're lucky it's your soulmate… and the transformation reminds you once again that you are absolutely, positively with the right person: because what they say doesn't touch you because of who they are to you, but because of the content of their message.

When we really want to hear, and be heard by, someone we love, we do not go rushing into noisy crowds. Silence is a form of intimacy. That's how we experience it with our friends and lovers. As relationships grow deeper and more intimate, we spend more and more quiet time alone with our lover. We talk in low tones about the things that matter. We do not shout them to each other. We may shout about them to others, but quietness is the hallmark of love.

When you love someone, you have to be with them, don't you? To be part of their life, to have them be part of yours. Glory in Death

He loved her, wanted her, needed her, just as impossibly as she loved, wanted, needed him. Miraculos.

I behave in some ways like a lover - I undress her, I bathe her, I stroke her, I sleep beside her - but I might equally well tie her to a chair and beat her, it would be no less intimate.

I love you. You are my heart beating outside of my chest.

He wanted to see her eat. After the sex, after he came inside her, he wanted to have her eat food he'd bought her, and he wanted her to take the stuff from his hand. Hell, he wanted to go out and kill something for her, bring the meat back, cook it himself, and feed her until she was full. Then he wanted to lie beside her with a dagger in his hand, protecting her as she slept.

I'm sorry, he muttered. If I... uh, hurt your feelings or something. She glared at him. I'm not hurt. I'm pissed off and sexually frustrated. His head snapped back on his spine. Well... then. Okaaaaay.

Non voglio innamorarmi di te» disse. «Non posso permettermelo e non lo farò.» «Non importa. Io ti amerò abbastanza per tutti e due» sussurrò Rhage affondando con forza dentro di lei, invadendola. Quasi tenebra

I'm not into sluts. Our tradition says you honor your body by sharing it only with someone you are halved with. Guess I can't get that bullshit out of my head. ~iAm, Ch.63