Intimate Thoughts Quotes

I have a few theories and trains of thought that I wouldn't expose because they are not anyone's business. I hold them sacred, it's how I feel, it's my opinion, not up for debate, and not meant to be shared.

The value of many men and books rests solely on their faculty for compelling all to seek out the most hidden and intimate things.

The most erotic zone is the imagination.

Dead or not, you must be bored with women telling you how you look like the hottest, most exotic wet dream they’ve ever had. No wonder the thought of you, grapes, and some scented massage oils crossed my mind – and if you drop that towel again, I’m going to need a cold shower.

There are many things in your heart you can never tell to another person. They are you, your private joys and sorrows, and you can never tell them. You cheapen yourself, the inside of yourself, when you tell them.

After the writer's death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.

Many people lock a part of themselves away. It's a bit sacred.

I can imagine you touching my private parts. With just the thought of you I can't help, but touch myself.

Adrian suddenly glanced up at me. Our gazes locked, and I felt like he could read my mind. How often did he think about that kiss? And if he really was crazy about me, did he imagine more than just kissing? Did he fantasize about me? What kinds of things did he think about? His lips on my neck? His hand on my leg? And was that leg bare . . . ?

I think your most intimate thoughts are only honest when they're in your head.

If you want to write, you need to keep an honest, unpublishable journal that nobody reads, nobody but you.

The whole point of diaries is that other people find them and read what you've put. I did once take to writing my inner thoughts on the computer at the end of other things I was writing and ended up faxing four pages of hideous stuff to my accountant so I don't do that now.

A manifesto, a diary, a crumpled suicide note, and a still relevant love letter.

Just like Lara Jean in my book 'To All the Boys I've Loved Before,' I used to write letters to boys I was in love with - letters full of emotion and longing and also recrimination - but they were for my eyes only.

I always write stories, and I write poems, too. I just never sell them to anybody, but I write them. They're good, too. They never leave the house. They're too disclosing.

If your sexual fantasies were truly of interest to others, they would no longer be fantasies.

Well, yes: people write poems when they are in love, but a wise man will not print them.

You know when you're writing, and it's just you and the computer screen, and you never think that anyone is ever going to read it... you're able to say private things when you're writing.

I have a rotten habit of picturing the bedroom scenes of my friends.

I always kept a diary - not a diary like, 'Dear Diary, we got up at 5 A.M., and I wore the weird hair again and that white dress! Hi-yeee!' I'd just write.

Diaries tell their little tales with a directness, a candor, conscious or unconscious, a closeness of outlook, which gratifies our sense of security. Reading them is like gazing through a small clear pane of glass. We may not see far and wide, but we see very distinctly that which comes within our field of vision.

When you meet a man, don't you always idly wonder what he'd be like in bed? I do.