Quotes About Intimacy

Why did he sit so near and keep his eye on her? Why did they not have done with this searching and agony? Why did they not kiss each other simply? She wished to kiss him. But all the time she went on spinning out words.

For in marriage a little licence, a little independence there must be between people living together day in day out in the same house; which Richard gave her, and she him.

It was one of those unclassified affections of which there are so many.

I always have such need to merely talk to you. Even when I have nothing to talk about – with you I just seem to go right ahead and sort of invent it. I invent it for you. Because I never seem to run out of tenderness for you and because I need to feel you near. Excuse the bad writing and excuse the emotional overflow. What I mean to say, perhaps, is that, in a way, I am never empty of you; not for a moment, an instant, a single second.

To talk of 'prizing her open' as if she were an oyster, to use any but the finest and subtlest and most pliable tools upon her was impious and absurd.

We love each other, Terence repeated, searching into her face. Their faces were both very pale and quiet, and they said nothing. He was afraid to kiss her again. By degrees she drew close to him, and rested against him. In this position they sat for some time. She said Terence once; he answered Rachel.

With every word the mist which had enveloped them, making them seem unreal to each other, since the previous afternoon melted a little further, and their contact became more and more natural. Up through the sultry southern landscape they saw the world they knew appear clearer and more vividly than it had ever appeared before.

Bu an için, sadece bu an için, beraberiz. Seni bana bast?r?yorum. Gel, ac?, beslen benden. Sivri diÅŸlerini etime bat?r. Beni ikiye ay?r. AÄŸl?yorum, aÄŸl?yorum.

The truth was that she did not want intimacy; she wanted conversation. Intimacy has a way of breeding silence, and silence she abhorred.

I know what loves trembling into fire; how jealousy shoots its green flashes hither and thither; how intricately love crosses love; love makes knots; love brutally tears them apart. I have been knotted, I have been torn apart.

It is true that each visit began, continued, or concluded with a declaration of love, but in between there was much room for silence.

It is only that I want to be with you and not with anybody else - but you would get bored if I go on saying this, only it comes back and back till it drips of my pen.

Lei sapeva che cosa le mancava. Non era la bellezza, non era l'intelligenza. Era qualcosa dentro, che si irradia dal centro; un calore che spacca le superfici e increspa gli orli del freddo contatto tra un uomo e una donna, o tra due donne. Oscuramente lei lo sentiva.

Seduti per terra parlarono - lui e Clarissa. Senza nessuno sforzo entravano e uscivano l'uno dalla mente dell'altra.

Részei lettek annak a valószer?tlen, de átható és izgató mindenségnek, ami a szerelem szemével nézve a világ.

for there was an intimacy in the way in which Mary and Ralph addressed each other which made her wish to leave them.

I began to realize what everyone in the world knows and routinely forgets: that to be loved sexually is to be loved not for one's actual self but for one's ability to arouse desire in the other...Only the thoughts in one's mind or intuitions of the spirit can attract permanently...

And she was mine, she was mine, the key was in my fist, my fist was in my pocket, she was mine.

Don't touch me; I'll die if you touch me.

Yes, I need you, my fairy-tale. Because you are the only person I can talk with about the shade of a cloud, about the song of a thought — and about how, when I went out to work today and looked a tall sunflower in the face, it smiled at me with all of its seeds.

I looked and looked at her, and knew as clearly as I know I am to die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth, or hoped for anywhere else.

But in my arms she was always Lolita.

I want you to leave your incidental Dick, and this awful hole, and come to live with me, and die with me, and everything with me.

There is only one real number: one. And love, apparently, is the best exponent of this singularity.