Best 215 of Intimate quotes - MyQuotes

By Anonym 13 Sep

Deepak Chopra

An intimate relationship is one that allows you to be yourself.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Munia Khan

Nature is the most intimate lover of mine who denudes my emotion with its intense beauty.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Katherine Arden

Having the world as you wish--that is not for the young," he added, "They want too much.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Stephen Marche

Women become breadwinners, men become caregivers. That's the birth of intimate marriage.

By Anonym 15 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

the intimate revelations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions.

By Anonym 19 Sep

A. D. Posey

The personal screenplay- where you dive into the terrifying depths of your soul, unearth the most intimate details about yourself, and put it on paper for the world to see. Proceed with caution, for madness lies ahead.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Gloria Ng

For my relationships with men to change, I needed to change my relationship to myself as a woman.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Isabel Allende

The success occurs in a place outside of me, and doesn't touch me on an intimate level. I live in my own skin, I have not changed greatly, I remain the same woman.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Rick Yancey

Aren’t you coming with us?” I feel his hand on my cheek. I know what this means and I slap his hand away. “You’re coming with us, Evan,” I say. “There’s something I have to do.” “That’s right.” My hand flails for his in the dark. I find it and pull hard. “You have to come with us.” “I’ll find you, Cassie. Don’t I always find you? I—” “Don’t, Evan. You don’t know you’ll be able to find me.” “Cassie.” I don’t like the way he says my name. His voice is too soft, too sad, too much like a good-bye voice. “I was wrong when I said I was both and neither. I can’t be; I know that now. I have to choose.” “Wait a minute,” Ben says. “Cassie, this guy is one of them?” “It’s complicated,” I answer. “We’ll go over it later.” I grab Evan’s hand in both of mine and press it against my chest. “Don’t leave me again.” “You left me, remember?” He spreads his fingers over my heart, like he’s holding it, like it belongs to him, the hard-fought-for territory he’s won fair and square. I give in. What am I going to do, put a gun to his head? He’s gotten this far, I tell myself. He’ll get the rest of the way. “What’s due north?” I ask, pushing against his fingers. “I don’t know. But it’s the shortest path to the farthest spot.” “The farthest spot from what?” “From here. Wait for the plane. When the plane takes off, run. Ben, do you think you can run?” “I think so.” “Run fast?” “Yes.” He doesn’t sound too confident about it, though. “Wait for the plane,” Evan whispers. “Don’t forget.” He kisses me hard on the mouth, and then the stairwell goes all Evanless.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Elaine Pagels

He's an intimate betrayer. That's what's so troubling. Judas turned in his own teacher.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Anne Osterlund

He clung to her for his very soul. Until at last his pulse slowed to match hers.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fernando Meirelles

Is so interesting, is that when you're blindfolded and you're talking to somebody the conversation goes to places that it would never go if you could see the other person's reaction. You start talking about very intimate things. It's such an interesting experience.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Olivia Newton-john

I took you to an intimate restaurant, then to a suggestive movie. There's nothing left to talk about, unless it's horizontally.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Sarah Waters

I knew that I couldn't lie beside her, without wanting to touch her. I couldn't have felt her breath come upon my mouth, without wanting to kiss her. And I couldn't have kissed her, without wanting to save her.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kelly Moran

I want you. And I usually get what I want. I had to wait too long to have you already.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Teresa

If God should desire to raise us to the position of one who is an intimate and shares his secrets, we ought to accept this gladly.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Angie Martinez

I knew that when it came time for me to finally make my own album, it wasnt going to be about being a jock. It had to be more personal and intimate.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Guillermo Del Toro

If you don't take it personally, the partnership between producers and directors is very intimate.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Simone Elkeles

I brush a strand of hair from her face, then move beside her. When she wraps her arms around my neck, all I want to do is protect this girl for the rest of my life. I ease her jacket open and lean away. A pink lace bra stares back at me. Nothing else. "Como un angel," I whisper. "Is our game over?" she asks nervously. "It's definitely over, querida. 'Cause what we're gonna do next is no game.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Kate Hudson

The American Dream is a romantic notion but it's newer - not as pretty. You go to Europe, and it says something about the type of person you are. You're in search of something more intimate and more about yourself.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Adyashanti

The most intimate question we can ask, and the one that has the most spiritual power, is this: What or who am I?

By Anonym 15 Sep

Merrill J. Bateman

The Savior's atonement...is intimate as well as infinite.

By Anonym 14 Sep

I. K. Gujral

I was on the central table and we were a very intimate group.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Kiersten White

None of them are real to me.” He paused again, placing a hand flat against the door. “You are the only real thing in my life.” Radu gasped with the sheer physical pain the words sent through him. But the sound of his agony was covered by that of the door opening. Mehmed reached in and pulled Lada out to him, and then his mouth was on hers and his hands were in her hair and he was holding her so tightly, so tightly, and they stumbled back into Lada’s room and closed the door. Radu tripped forward, feet dragging, until he stood outside the room. He wanted to be inside it. He wanted to be the only real thing to Mehmed, just as Mehmed was the only real thing to him. He wanted— No, please, no. Yes. He wanted Mehmed to look at him the way he had looked at Lada. He wanted Mehmed to kiss him the way he had kissed Lada. He wanted to be Lada. No, he did not. He wanted to be himself, and he wanted Mehmed to love him for being himself. His question, the question of Mehmed, was finally answered, piercing him and leaving him shaking, silent, on the floor. He did not want this answer.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Jessica Khoury

For a moment we are weightless, eyes open and locked underwater, flowers drawn down with us, swirling around us in a current of white bubbles. My hair floats around us both like black silk. His hands are still around my waist, mine pressed against his bare chest. My lamp drifts between us. Aladdin plants his feet against the bottom of the pool and kicks off, pushing us upward to burst through the surface. He gasps in air and shakes the wet hair from his eyes. Without pulling away, we float in silence, and I cannot take my gaze from him. Water runs down his cheeks and lips, dripping from his jaw. A lock of his hair is stuck to his forehead, and I gently lift it away, curling it around my finger before letting it go. “What are we doing?” he whispers, pulling me closer. I cannot reply. I don’t trust my own voice. He brings his forehead down to rest against mine, and everything outside this pool and this moment ceases to exist. All that matters is the gentle sound of our breathing, our reflections on the water, the feel of his hands around me.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Mary-louise Parker

I like A&E. I like those corny intimate-portrait things. They're so kind of ingenious and artificial and soothing.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Mary Ruefle

the wasting of time is the most personal, most private, most intimate form of conversation with oneself, as well as with another.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Lisa Kleypas

The scent of him was clean, summery, like hot sun and saffron. Her eyes closed as she felt his body press along hers with an intriguing firmness, his knees digging into the billowing mass of her skirts. A minute passed, and another. For the rest of her life she would remember lying alone with him in a bright square of sunlight from the window... the delicious weight of him, the intimate heat of his breath collecting against her neck. She would have lived in that moment forever, if it were possible. I love you, she thought. I am madly, desperately, permanently in love with you.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Havelock Ellis

The relation of the individual person to the species he belongs to is the most intimate of all relations.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Patricia Arquette

We have states that are throwing away the DNA of rapists. How can a woman be so inconsequential, that we as a nation aren't standing up and doing something about this intimate, violent act?

By Anonym 16 Sep

Simone Elkeles

I lay my fantasy in the backseat of Isa's car and slide in next to her. She snuggles up, using me as her personal pillow, her blond curls sprawled over my crotch. I close my eyes for a second, trying to get the image out of my head. And I don't know what to do with my hands. My right one is on the door armrest. My left one hovers over Brittany. I hesitate. Who am I kidding? I'm not a virgin. I'm an eighteen-year-old guy who can deal with having a hot, passed-out girl next to me. Why am I afraid of putting my arm where it's comfortable, right over her midsection? I hold my breath as I settle my arm on her. She cuddles closer and I'm feeling weird and light-headed. Either it's the aftereffects from the joint or . . . I don't want to think about the "or." Her long hair is wrapped around my thigh. Without thinking, I weave my hands in her hair and watch as the silky strands slowly fall through the V's between my fingers.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Katherine Dunn

Prior to penicillin and medical research, death was an everyday occurrence. It was intimate.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Sunday Adelaja

Every extramarital intimate relationship has a spiritual resonance, the consequences of which can be very severe.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Aiden Wilson Tozer

The Bible is not an end in itself, but a means to bring men to an intimate and satisfying knowledge of God.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robert Schumann

Let your intimate friends be chosen from such as are better informed than yourself.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Homer

To have a great man for an intimate friend seems pleasant to those who have never tried it; those who have, fear it.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Jenn Granneman

As an introvert, you crave intimate moments and deep connections--and those usually aren't found in a crowd.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Joe Okonkwo

There are other ways of being intimate besides sex.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Mark Nepo

Accepting what we're given is a practice in being present to everything beyond us that lets us become intimate with the nature of life.

By Anonym 18 Sep

R. J. Lawrence

She looked at him, his black, depthless eyes like boiling wells of oil.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Lauren Oliver

Is it true?” I ask him. “Is what true?” His eyes are the color of honey. These are the eyes I remember from my dreams. “That you still love me,” I say, breathless. “I need to know.” Alex nods. He reaches out and touches my face—barely skimming my cheekbone and brushing away a bit of my hair. “It’s true.” “But . . . I’ve changed,” I say. “And you’ve changed.” “That’s true too,” he says quietly. I look at the scar on his face, stretching from his left eye to his jawline, and something hitches in my chest. “So what now?” I ask him. The light is too bright; the day feels as though it’s merging into dream. “Do you love me?” Alex asks. And I could cry; I could press my face into his chest and breathe in, and pretend that nothing has changed, that everything will be perfect and whole and healed again. But I can’t. I know I can’t. “I never stopped.” I look away from him. I look at Grace, and the high grass littered with the wounded and the dead. I think of Julian, and his clear blue eyes, his patience and goodness. I think of all the fighting we’ve done, and all the fighting we have yet to do. I take a deep breath. “But it’s more complicated than that.” Alex reaches out and places his hands on my shoulders. “I’m not going to run away again,” he says. “I don’t want you to,” I tell him. His fingers find my cheek, and I rest for a second against his palm, letting the pain of the past few months flow out of me, letting him turn my head toward his. Then he bends down and kisses me: light and perfect, his lips just barely meeting mine, a kiss that promises renewal.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Hodge

As the Church is the aggregate of believers, there is an intimate analogy between the experience of the individual believer, and of the Church as a whole.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Reinhold Niebuhr

The intimate relation between humor and faith is derived from the fact that both deal with the incongruities of our existence. Laughter is our reaction to immediate incongruities and those which do not affect us essentially. Faith is the only possible response to the ultimate incongruities of existence, which threaten the very meaning of our life.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Edmund White

The most important things in our intimate lives can't be discussed with strangers, except in books.

By Anonym 13 Sep

James Clavell

Anger is one of the most intimate of emotions and to expose it to strangers is one of the most stupid and sickening things to do. Never get angry with strangers because they are strangers.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Zadie Smith

It's difficult to tell the truth about how a book begins. The truth, as far as it can be presented to other people, is either wholly banal or too intimate.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Christie Hefner

Even though money seems such an objective topic, it can also be the most intimate, and possibly harmful, part of a relationship.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Reb Anderson

If we turn away from our sexual passion, then we freeze and beings are harmed. If we grab it, then we are burned and beings are harmed. But if we just stay close to it, walk around it, always in touch with the fact that we are sexual beings, neither identifying with nor distancing ourselves from our sexuality, then we gradually become intimate with it.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Gloria Estefan

The challenge is always as a writer, is this going to work, because it's a very intimate process, and I tend to be very introverted and insular, and when I write, it's in my head.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Katie Mcgarry

Isaiah runs his hand through my hair, and every cell in my body vibrates with the gentle pull. “Rachel.” “Yes.” It’s hard to breathe. “Kiss me.” Isaiah doesn’t wait for my answer. Instead his lips meet mine and his arms wrap around my body. All the hesitancy I felt the first night we kissed evaporates like mist on the heels of a summer storm. Within seconds, our mouths open, and Isaiah slips his tongue against mine. I get lost, liking the way my body curves around his, liking the way my hands explore as if they have a mind of their own, and loving how Isaiah grips my hair while tracing my spine. Tingles and shock waves and earthquakes and hurricanes. All of it takes place at the same time as our mouths move not nearly fast enough. Nothing seems fast enough. The closer I become, the closer Isaiah presses, and the more he presses, the more I want to crawl inside and live in this delicious world of warmth and fantastic hunger. Isaiah hooks an arm around my waist, and I suck in a breath when he turns us and shifts me up against the door to his Mustang. My eyes widen and I stare up at him as he stares down at me. Our chests move in unison, as do our breaths. My fingers curl into the muscles of his arms, and I briefly close my eyes, loving how his body fits into mine.