Quotes About Intimacy

If someone loves you, go home to them.

I'll admit that each time I've seen her I've spilled my guts and felt cleansed. Then I become convinced I never need to see her again.

I kiss him and he kisses me and we laugh and we are close and I believe so deeply in that moment that I can tolerate his bullshit.

my hand, I said her name.

I belong to my beloved, and my beloved is mine.

I'm going to kiss you now, and I don't know if I'll ever stop.

Gently this time, though still the touch shot through Jim's clothes, through his skin even. It was this way whenever their bodies met, if limping he brushed against him or laughing he squeezed his arms. The touch charged through like a sputtering tram-wire until it wasn't Doyler he felt but what Doyler touched, which was himself. This is my shoulder, this my leg. And he did not think he had felt himself before, other than in pain or in sin.

Well, no boy loves his chum, or no boy says he does. But he answered, I do. I do, he answered as in some preposterous dissenting nuptial. And MacMurrough remembered how touching it was that a young fellow in a stranger's bed should say that he loved his friend.

I'm just me – half a family, no awareness whatsoever about style, or what's in and what's out. I'm not like the lizards. I don't really even know how I'm supposed to be with a guy that I'm attracted to. I've never been a game player. I don't know how to be coy… or sexy… or whatever. I have no finesse.

I wanted to conquer your heart, not to stop it.

Was he willing to blend into the life of another human being for the rest of his days, and have hers blend into his? That, of course, was the Bible's bottom line on marriage: one flesh. Not separate entities, not two autonomous beings merely coming together at dinnertime or brushing past one another in the hallway, holding on to their singleness, guarding against invasion. One flesh!" (p. 207).

there is no more lovely, friendly and charming relationship, communion, or company than a good marriage. May

Bonhoeffer said it's not about hero worship, but intimacy with God.

He was used to her tears. They were a kind of language that needed expression.

He snuggled up to her back, conforming to her soft contours. "Spoons" is what this marital position was called in their part of the South.

I like being around the house with you,' he said. 'I like to be where you are.

I say, forget religion. What it's about, is the two of you, you and him. Nothing more, nothing less.

And so I enjoyed the warm feelings, the stuff of the heart, when it was present between us, as it sometimes was, even in the beginning. And when it wasn't, there was the will to love him, something like . . . a generator kicking in, a backup.

A single person is a manageable entity, whom you can either make friends with or leave alone. But half of a married couple is not exactly a whole human being: if the marriage is successful it is something a little more than that; if unsuccessful, a little less. In either case, a fresh complication is added to the already intricate business of friendship: as Clem had once remarked, you might as well try to dance a tarantella with a Siamese twin.

This was the cream of marriage, this nightly turning out of the day's pocketful of memories, this deft habitual sharing of two pairs of eyes, two pairs of ears. It gave you, in a sense, almost a double life: though never, on the other hand, quite a single one.

A] certain degree of un-understanding (not mis-, but un-) is the only possible sanctuary which one human being can offer to another in the midst of the devastating intimacy of a happy marriage.

Clem caught her eye across the table. It seemed to her sometimes that the most important thing about marriage was not a home or children or a remedy against sin, but simply there being always an eye to catch.

The thought of having another person constantly in my space and taking his feelings into account every time I made a decision was a level of overwhelming I might never be ready for.

Romance and love are two different things.