Quotes About Intimacy

what a luxury it was for people to hold their loved ones whenever they wanted

The tips of his fingers glistened with the lamb grease from my cheek. I brought them to my lips and licked them, slowly, one by one.

To the contrary, he knew the ascetic beauty of such a way of being. He lived every moment mindful of the 613 commandments of the Torah. It was natural to him to separate the milk from the meat, to refrain from labor on the Sabbath, to abide by the laws of family purity in his relations with his wife. The disciplines of that monthly abstinence had only sharpened desire and sweetened their reunion. But to be without a wife entirely…that, to him, was no fit life for a man.

Die twaalf gulden zijn de reden dat ik deze brief schrijf want daarginder wens ik u, zo dol als ik op u ben, allemaal, ongezien, de kanker.

The real theater of the sex war is the domestic hearth.

What is certain is that he [the baby] has too much attention from the one person who is entirely at his disposal. The intimacy between mother and child is not sustaining and healthy. The child learns to exploit his mother's accessibility, badgering her with questions and demands which are not of any real consequence to him, embarrassing her in public, blackmailing her into buying sweets and carrying him.

On ladies' nights they watch frozen-faced while their men embrace and fool about commenting to each other that they are all overgrown boys. Of the love of fellows they know nothing. They cannot love each other in this easy, innocent, spontaneous way because they cannot love themselves.

Stupid people sometimes complain that there is no sex in Austen's novels. In fact, they are driven by the oceanic force of suppressed female desire, which dwarfs any opportunity for enactment. Actual sexual intercourse is the off-stage climax of the Austen novel. The possibility that defloration may be an anti-climax is to be found in the tingling ironies that cling to every word that Austen writes.

We still make love to organs and not people.

Probably the commonest form of non-criminal rape is rape by fraud - by phoney tenderness or false promises of an enduring relationship, for example.

I'm crazy in love with you, Ryan. It's fireworks and Fourth of July. I want...I want to stay. I want to stay here.

You attract what you need like a lover

Real love is the love that sometimes arises after sensual pleasure: if it does, it is immortal; the other kind inevitably goes stale, for it lies in mere fantasy.

Feeling that I was born for the opposite sex, I have always loved it, and I have done everything I could to make myself beloved by it.

marriage is the tomb of love

All men want to be treated like kings in a relationship, and I think if women don't indulge that sometimes, their men are likely to stray and look for someone who can give that to them.

In una vita così strema e consunta, la mia ambizione più urgente sarebbe quella di scrivere qualcosa che potesse intitolarsi, proprio letteralmente, De Amicitia. [...] Essere un amico concreto, non so se la mia vita potrà mai proporsi altri scopi. Aspirazione estrema, e chi sa se raggiungibile.

Could that be why brother and sister slept together in perfect impunity, a Romeo and Juliet starcrossed not because they belonged to two families but to a single one?

A lonely man thinks of nothing but friendship, just as a repressed man thinks of nothing but flesh.

Everyone is having sex until they fall in love. When you fall in love, then it's making love.

I think clothes should make you feel safe. I like clothes you want to go to sleep in. I sometimes stand in front of a mirror and change a million times because I know I really want to wear my nightgown.

Podría decirse pues, con más exactitud, que no vamos de experiencia sexual en experiencia sexual, sino de experiencia amorosa en experiencia amorosa. En cierto sentido, esta turn over [rotación] afectiva concuerda con la lógica de renovación perpetua del hiperconsumo.

Well, it seems to me that the best relationships - the ones that last - are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship. You know, one day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been flicked somewhere. And the person who was just a friend is... suddenly the only person you can ever imagine yourself with.

Well it seems to me that the best relationships-the ones that last-