Quotes About Intimacy

She would try to relieve the pain of love by first roughly rubbing her dry lips against mine; then my darling would draw away with a nervous toss of her hair, and then again come darkly near and let me feed on her open mouth, while with a generosity that was ready to offer her everything, my heart, my throat, my entrails, I gave her to hold in her awkward first the scepter of my passion.

You are the only person I can talk with about the shade of a cloud, about the song of a thought...

My solemn exasperation was to her the silence of love.

She was my darling: difficult, morose - But still my darling.

She looked around, loosened her bra, and turned over on her stomach to give her back a chance to be feasted upon. She said she loved me. She sighed deeply.

See you soon my strange joy, my tender night.

My heart seemed everywhere at once.

Light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul.

Why do you think I have ceased caring for you, Lo? -Well, you haven´t kissed me yet, have you?

Era Lo, sencillamente Lo, por la mañana, un metro cuarenta y ocho de estatura con pies descalzos. Era Lola con pantalones. Era Dolly en la escuela. Era Dolores cuando firmaba. Pero en mis brazos era siempre Lolita.

T)here exist friendships which develop their own inner duration, their own eons of transparent time.

Egyvalamit egyszer és mindenkorra, visszavonhatatlanul le kell szögeznem. Csak téged szerettelek, szeretlek és foglak szeretni.

for you never deigned to believe that I could, without any specific designs, ever crave to bury my face in your plaid skirt, my darling!

Why should I tolerate a perfect stranger at the bedside of my mind?

mirage and reality merge in love

Actually the question of mortal precedence has now hardly any importance. I mean, the hero and heroine should get so close to each other by the time the horror begins, so organically close, that they overlap, intergrade, interache, and even if Vaniada's end is described in the epilogue we, writers and readers, should be unable to make out (myopic, myopic) who exactly survives, Dava or Vada, Anda or Vanda.

Nos enamoramos simultáneamente, de una manera frenética, impúdica, agonizante. Y desesperada, debería agregar, porque este arrebato de mutua posesión sólo se habría saciado si cada uno se hubiera embebido y saturado realmente de cada partícula del alma y el corazón del otro; pero ahí nos quedábamos ambos, incapaces hasta de encontrar esas oportunidades de juntarnos que habrían sido tan fáciles para los chicos callejeros.

against the background of that black velvet which lines at night the underside of the eyelids, Marthe's face appeared as in a locket

iar contactele acestea incomplete au împins trupurile noastre s?n?toase, tinere È™i lipsite de experien?? într-o asemenea exasperare, încât nu se mai putea liniÈ™ti nici m?car apa albastr? È™i r?coroas? sub care noi doi ne È›ineam înc? ag??aÈ›i unul de altul.

El delicioso hecho íntimo ocurrido anoche había sido la causa de que todo el caleidoscopio de su vida variara, y había evocado el pasado de un modo avasallador.

She would try to relieve the pain of love by first roughly rubbing her dry lips against mine; ...while with a generosity that was ready to offer her everything, my heart, my throat, my entrails, I gave her to hold in her awkward fist the scepter of my passion.

I was passionately parched; but she began to whimper in an unusually dreary way when I attempted to fondle her

we were bristling at each other as if she were still mine.

I dreamt of you last night—as if I was playing the piano and you were turning the pages for me.